Page 70 of Unbound

“We’ll figure it out.”

Her touches are light at first. Until they’re not. She removes her shirt, her skin finally coming in contact with me, and it’s never felt so good. She pulls me closer, and I go all too willingly.

“Don’t tell me to leave,” she says, lips finding the corner of my mouth, her hand lower, past my waist to my erection.

My palms find her cheeks, feeling her warmth there too when a groan escapes my parted lips the moment she grips my dick and slides her hand down it.

“Sophie,” I breathe, my lips brushing across her forehead, featherlight in a not-quite-there kiss. I move my mouth from hers. My lips part against her throat, my breath hot as I pant against her skin.

Jesus Christ I want her so badly.

Gently, she leans in and places a soft kiss on my lips. It lingers, gives me hope she’ll see I have nothing but love for her.

I think she’s going to pull away, but she doesn’t and plants her hands on either side of my head, flat on the mattress and moves on top of me. I don’t move. I’m almost afraid to as she deepens the kiss, giving me her tongue. The kiss becomes filled with passion, more urgent, as if she wants more. Each movement our lips make seem to ask unspoken questions, what does this mean?

I’m not sure either of us have the answer.

I do know Iwantmore, desperately. Excitement shoots through me, and she feels it as her body presses to mine. I groan, the lightest rumbling of my chest. Unable to contain myself, I roll her so she feels my weight. The only thing now separating us is her panties.

A small sigh passes her lips, and I groan again, my dick sliding against her warm center. It’s a natural reaction between us and our bodies take over. My forehead drops to her shoulder and I’m lost in the sensations for the briefest moments, rocking into her two more times, knowing I should stop.

Sophie’s hands find my back, nails lightly digging into my skin, a soft sigh caught against my shoulder.

This is why I could never leave her alone. She needs me as much as I need her.

I turn my head toward her, bringing her mouth to mine. Her kiss leaves me unstable, intoxicated, and I know she’s searching for an answer, one I can’t give. Whether I want to admit it or not, we’re two people afraid to let go of our past. If there is anything I’m holding onto, just within reach, it’s Sophie, and this is where it leaves us. Part of me feels like maybe this is wrong; we’re returning back to square one, letting passion take point and lead us when we know our issues lie deeper.

“Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this,” I say against her lips, unable to pull away. “You’re drunk.”

“I’m not that drunk. I mean I was, but now I’m not,” she admits, finding my mouth again. I memorize soft curves with my eyes, with my tongue. She grips my sheets, fingers curling and sliding slowly. My thoughts cloud, her purpose for coming in here evident.

I pause, hesitate. “You sure?” I ask, rough with need, my hands moving down to the edge of her panties.

She nods and stares at me. “I haven’t been with anyone since you, and it’s been a really long time. Let’s just… I wantyou.”

I know what she’s saying. Whether we should or shouldn’t do this, right or wrong, I’m what she’s familiar with and what she wants. My body trembles. “You have to say it…this time… you have to tell me you want this too.”

“Do you?” she asks me, searching my eyes. Has she mistook my need for approval as denial?

Do I want this? It’s a loaded question, one that spans far beyond the confines of this room. “I want it.”

“I want you….” Her lips are on mine next, attempting to convince my all-too-willing body.

Twisting to the side, I reach for a condom in my nightstand. She says nothing as I put it on. And then I’m there, and I still, looking up beneath lashes as I pant and lick my dry lips, my gaze drifting from her breasts to those beautiful eyes, begging her to tell me it’s okay without words. And when she does with a simple nod, I finally push myself inside.

“Oh God. Fuck, I missed this.” Her back arches, my mouth gliding over skin I’ve dreamed of for the last year and a half.

“Sophie…,” I breath out, my entire body shaking as I move with her.

My jaw clenches and her breath halts, the expression on her face is torn between pleasure and pain.

She makes a noise and I stop. She shakes her head. “Keep going.” She’s reassuring, urging me to keep going.

And we definitely keep going, my skin feels like it’s burning up, my heart racing, and her cheeks are flushed. I can't stop staring at her face. Her hands trace my brows, the side of my face. Nothing compares to his feeling of her beneath me, pressing herself closer, arms lowering on either side of her head as I suffocate myself in her presence.

Grasping the back of my neck, our mouths collide again. I draw in a quick breath, lips fumbling with hers as our bodies move as one.

One thing’s for certain, it’s not lasting long. Or I’m not. Within the first two minutes, I nearly come twice but I hold on until she’s falling apart beneath me, her body laid out before me, breathless and flushed. Memories of our first time in my truck surface, cloud my brain but, they’re no longer haunting.

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