Page 68 of The Suitcase Swap

‘Cruel of me, I know, but I will give you what you want. You just look at me, Sophie, and I’ll give you everything.’

Sophie stared down at him, her fingers curling against the wall.

Mike leaned in, not breaking eye contact, not even to blink. He started moving his fingers again. Then, while Sophie watched, wide-eyed, he traced his tongue up along the seam, before sucking her clit into his mouth.

She shattered, her mouth open on a silent scream, her body arched. Mike stared up at her in wonder. Sophie aroused was a hell of a sight. Sophie having a bone-melting orgasm was a vision.

He wanted it seared into his brain forever. Heat licked up his own spine and he had to shove his hand into his jeans and squeeze, trying to stave off his own orgasm. He hadn’t messed his jeans since he was a teenager, and he wouldn’t have felt shame over it now, not after watching that, but he wanted to wait. He wanted to focus on her right now, see how long he could draw the orgasm out.

Mike eased her through the aftershocks, waiting until her body relaxed before he reluctantly withdrew his hand. Her eyes were closed, her breathing slowing, as she rested limply against the wall. Mike drew her leg down so that her feet were both flat on the floor again. Then he wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his cheek against her belly. He closed his eyes and breathed in the salt of her, the scent mixing with the smell of peaches and sweetness he now associated with her.

He was going to be hopelessly turned on by peach Soleros for the rest of his life.

Sophie put a hand on his head, gently stroking his hair. After a few moments, she let out an unsteady breath. ‘Well. I guess it was one ofthosekinds of dinners.’

Mike burst out laughing, his sides shaking as he held her. He was laughing so hard he was wheezing, and he wasn’t entirely sure why.

Then he looked up at her. ‘You were really beautiful in that dress.’

‘You were handsome in that shirt.’ She waved at the shirt, which he’d thrown behind him at some point and was now hanging off a decorative plant.

‘You’re fucking stunning now,’ he said, planting a kiss on her stomach.

‘Are you stalling because you’re not sure you can get up off your knees?’

‘Yes,’ Mike said. ‘You might have to help me up. The floor is suddenly killing me.’

Sophie reached down and grabbed his hands, pulling him up to a standing position. As soon as he was upright, she kissed him long and slow.

When he pulled back, he glanced at the kitchen. ‘I really did make you dinner, you know. There’s a whole chicken in there. Roast potatoes. A salad.’

Sophie hummed. ‘Can we reheat it later?’

‘Of course. Maybe. Possibly.’ He kissed her again. ‘There’s a good chance it will be entirely ruined.’

Sophie tilted her head to the side. ‘Do you care?’

‘Not even a little bit. That chicken is on its own now. I can always get a takeaway.’

She sighed happily and tightened her arms around his neck. ‘Then I think I’d rather you take me to bed.’

He grinned. ‘Dessert first. I like it.’ He nuzzled along her jaw.

‘Mike?’

‘Yes?’

‘I meant now.’

‘Thank fucking hell, I’m dying here.’ Then he lifted her off her toes, spun her around and herded her in the direction of the bedroom.

Chapter Twenty

Mike’s bedroom was utilitarian and anonymous in the way of temporary flats, but it had a queen-sized bed which was crisply made. This was one of the little upsides of being single at her age – the men were less likely to have beds that were just mattresses on a bare floor. They were also more likely to have clean sheets. Or indeed to have sheets in the first place.

He came up behind her, his arms going loosely around her waist, as he tucked his face against her neck and shoulder. Not doing anything. Just holding her for a moment and seeming perfectly content to do so. Sophie thought this might be the most perplexing thing about him – while he seemed wary of entering a relationship, he also clearly craved the physical intimacy, or at the very least enjoyed it.

And that was dangerous to Sophie. Even now, she wanted to tempt him into wanting more. She liked spending time with him. Talking with him. If the hallway was any indication, she was going to enjoy having sex with him. She justlikedhim. He obviously also liked her, but the danger lurked in the next step. Sophie could easily see herself wanting more with Mike, maybe not now, but at some point, and she still wasn’t sure he was ready for that.

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