Page 85 of Tinder Embrace
I tilted, pistoning into her as furiously as I could, wanting to stroke my way to oblivion, leaving an indelible mark on her body. On her soul.
Sophie shouted encouragement until her voice was nearly hoarse, and still I thrust, wanting her to come at least once more before I found my release. We strained together, grinding forward, and I felt her draw taut, clenching around me before dissolving into a fluttering climax. Her intimate grip milked me dry, darkening my vision until all I could see was her. I collapsed, trying to land mostly to her side to avoid crushing her, breathing hard.
Sophie traced a gentle hand over my chest, the desultory pattern slowing to keep pace with my breath. “You know, if you get to stake a claim, so do I…”
I arched a brow. “What did youhave in mind?”
Sophie trailed her hand down my ribcage to my hip. “Come shower with me and find out.”
Glancing quickly at the clock to ensure I wasn’t going to scar Jo for life, I nodded and followed Sophie to the bathroom.
We started slow, soaping each other up, sudsy hands trailing to interesting places. Sophie dropped her washcloth to the floor, kneeling and looking up at me with a sly smile.
“Oops.”
She proceeded to suck me off with an enthusiasm that made me shudder, holding myself up against the shower walls.
When the water ran cold, I reluctantly shut it off, wrapping Sophie in a fluffy towel before grabbing mine from the rack. Hand in hand, we returned to my room, falling into bed in a naked tumble of limbs.
***
I rolled out of bed quietly at dawn, not wanting to wake Sophie but needing to take care of the chickens. I put on a pot of coffee before I trudged out to the coop to check their feed levels and refresh their water. Maybe they sensed my mellow mood; not even Clucksworth pecking at my feet bothered me.
I left my boots at the back door after my chores and poured coffee for myself and Sophie. As much as I wanted to let her sleep, she had school, and I had a full day of work.
Sophie looked like her namesake in the early morning gloom: a princess slumbering peacefully. For the first time, I understood the draw of becoming a prince. For her, I’d slay dragons. Defeat witches. Go out in public. Say please and thank you. Strive to live a life worthy of her. But the best thing about Sophie? She wouldn’t ask for or expect any of that.
"Morning, Bee. Coffee."
The words came out huskier than I intended, but Sophie was too drowsy to notice the extra emotion that clogged my throat.
"Want breakfast?" I asked as she pushed up, taking the coffee cup with a grateful smile.
"Sure. Let me guess – eggs any way I like them?"
I arched a brow. “Even fertilized.”
She choked, and I rubbed her back, supporting her through the coughing fit that followed.
“I, uh, didn’t think you heard that last time you made me breakfast,” she admitted sheepishly.
“There’s nothing wrong with honesty, Bee.”
“And, apparently, nothing wrong with your hearing, either,” she muttered, smiling wryly. “I’d love some scrambled eggs.”
"You got it." I dropped a quick kiss on the tip of her wrinkled nose. "Meet me in the kitchen?"
"Coward. You just say that because you know I'd rather seduce you back into bed with me."
"One hundred percent," I acknowledged. "But we've both got work today."
I puttered around the kitchen, preparing our breakfast.
"Morning, Sunshine," Jo greeted me, beelining for the coffee pot.
"Morning."
She stared at me over the top of her steaming mug, taking in my mussed hair, and tilted her head. "Sophie agrees with you."
