Page 84 of Tinder Embrace
“What?” I asked, mystified by her smug smile.
“I claimed you first.”
“When? How?”
“The Winter Warmth Auction. No one else even bothered to bid against me on your package.”
A low chuckle rolled through me. “Sweet Bee, that’s because I’m an asshole, not because the women in town didn’t want to go up against you.”
“Not true,” she said, shaking her head. “I have it on good authority there were at least five other contenders before I disobeyed Gwen and took my shot with you.”
“No way.” I was sure she was yanking my chain.
I’d participated in the auction under duress, and I hadn’t been shy about letting it show. Only love for Jo had pried me away from the farm that night. I did my best to scare away any potential bidders with my sour attitude. I’d much rather make a hefty donation to the charity than spend a day with a woman who’d all but bought me.
“Truth,” she said, a challenging light in her eyes.
Rather than argue with our remaining precious minutes, I chose the offensive, tickling her without mercy.
She dissolved into laughter. I pulled my shirt over my head, trying not to preen too obviously when Sophie’s laughter cut off abruptly. I loved the way her gaze trailed across my body. I shoved down my jeans, eager to be naked with her, pleased when she licked her lips as I exposed my erection.
“Strip,” I commanded.
She stretched across the bed, hands behind her head, disobedience in every line of her body. The challenge in her gaze made me harder than I thought possible. All I wanted was to sink into her heat.
“Naughty girl. I thought I told you I wanted to make you come?”
“The man who claims me is going to have to show, not tell.”
I stalked toward the bed, prowling forward over Sophie, one hand on either side of her head. Leaning down, I grazed her mouth in a kiss intended to entice, not satisfy, before nuzzling at the delicate skin behind her ear.
“What if I want to do both?” I whispered, rucking her shirt up and stripping it over her head slowly.
Deliberately, I unsnapped her jeans, curling my fingers around the waistband and tugging them down over her thighs, leaving her in only a pair of bright yellow panties.
“I want to tattoo you from the inside,” I said, my voice raw as I traced a path in kisses up her thigh. “Feel you come, again and again.”
She was intoxicating, the scent of her arousal making me want to flip her and slide home, rocking us both into oblivion. Sophie arched, her hips inviting me closer. Welcoming me to do my worst.
I toyed with the edge of her underwear, sliding a finger beneath the elastic, swiping close to her heat. She whimpered, rolling her hips, and I held her steady with my palms, eager to bring her to the edge. I leaned in, stroking the damp cotton with my tongue.
She called out, clutching the bed beneath her, kneading it as she thrashed beneath me, and I smiled into the cotton. Licking and nibbling at her entrance, I feasted. She arched beneath me, thrusting against my mouth.
Sophie shouted her encouragement as I took her over the edge.
I was hard as a rock. Her orgasm left me panting and ready to burst, aching for her. Her underwear slid off easily, and I tossed it over one shoulder and reached for a condom from my bedside table, sheathing myself quickly.
I couldn’t wait any longer.
“I’ve always wanted a tattoo,” Sophie whispered demurely, a devilish gleam in her eyes as she drew me closer.
I pushed forward with a groan, her slick heat welcoming me home.
“Yesss…” she hissed, wrapping her thighs around my hips, urging me closer.
I pulled back, nearly moaning over the loss of her warmth, before driving home again, the force of my thrust nudging us toward the headboard.
Sophie reached up, bracing herself, and arched her hips. “More.”
