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"I need more," she finally gasped. "Finishit."
"Fingers or mouth?"
Sophie's expression, caught in the throes of indecision, would remain etched in my memory for the rest of my life. A study in lust and anticipation.
"Fingers," she answered.
I hooked two fingers behind her opening, using my thumb to caress her clit, and watched her for cues as I rubbed. She was slick. Wet. So sexy.
Stiff with desire, I watched as Sophie shouted her satisfaction to the stars, grinding against my hand. As the waves of her release subsided, she collapsed across my chest. Her heart thumped, keeping time with mine as our pulses calmed.
She was magnificent.
Abandoned.
Everything.
I hugged her close, loving the pure contentment that came from knowing I’d made her come, even as I still ached for my own release.
Sophie walked her fingers over my chest, slowly making her way across my abdomen to my fly. "Davis," she whispered as I stiffened, trying not to move, lest I reveal exactly how much I wanted her hands on me.
Desperately. Urgently. But giving her a few minutes to recover was the gentlemanly thing to do. And expecting quid pro quo had never been my style.
"Fingers or mouth?"
The vision of me coming in her mouth shook me, and I gripped the blanket beneath my hips, striving for restraint. Trying not to buck up, to risk bucking her off and ruining the mood.
“Mouth,” I muttered, nearly undone when she grinned, looking pleased with my choice as she lowered my zipper.
Chapter 23
Sophie
If you'd told me a month ago that I'd be having wild sexy times in the woods with Jo's brother, I might have believed you. Only because I was mature and self-aware enough to admit my attraction to Davis.
But had I even begun to imagine what he'd be like in bed? Or on a blanket in the woods? Nu-uh.
I prided myself on a healthy imagination, but even I couldn't have envisioned coming with such abandon under the stars. And returning the favor.
Who was I?
Maybe it was shock that kept me silent on the ride back to the house. I couldn't quite believe myself. Believe us.
I might need a second round, just to convince myself the chemistry between us was real.
Right. For science.
Only the thought of having to meet Jo's eyes over the breakfast table after a night defiling her brother helped cool me down.
The downside of being loud in bed? There was no such thing as discreet. If I had a good time, everyone in the house would know about it. Possibly even the kittens in the barn next door would get the memo. While I wasn't ashamed of wanting Davis, I doubted he wanted me announcing myself to the world.
"So, do you want to come over?" I asked, weighing my options.
It was late, but not so late that I wanted to let him go.
"Not tonight," Davis said. "I wish I could, but I have an early morning."
Hurt gripped me, tugging and twisting at my insides until I second-guessed our whole evening. Davis had seemed happy enough when I had my mouth wrapped around him, but it had to be the oldest brush-off in the book, the early start.
