Page 57 of Tinder Embrace
Sophie let out a growl, the cutest little sound of disappointment I'd ever heard, at once breathy and annoyed.
Because she wanted me. Enough to forgo the comforts of a bed. Of a roof. There was a lot I'd do for Sophie, but compromising on her safety or her comfort wasn't one of them.
"Davis," she groaned, scraping her fingernails along my abs. I hissed, sucking cold air through my teeth as if that'd douse even a tenth of the fire I felt for her. "How can you make me want you to distraction, then remove the prospect of satisfaction? Cruel, man."
"Baby, I said I didn't have condoms. Not that I'd leave you unsatisfied."
Sophie's eyes gleamed, and I dropped a quick kiss at the corner of her mouth, sealing my promise.
"Well." She cleared her throat. "In that case, what are you waiting for?"
I rolled, surprising a laugh out of her as she landed sprawled across my body. The change in position allowed me better access to the zipper on her jacket. Slowly, I tugged at the fastener, holding her gaze. Her pupils dilated as I scraped my knuckles along her sternum, gently stroking the opening I created.
She'd worn a soft sweater underneath her puffy jacket that made it easy for me to slide a hand beneath the hem and feel her silken skin. On a groan, she dove toward me, capturing my mouth in a kiss that surprised me with its ferocity. Eager to match her lick for lick, I scrambled to push her jacket off, then stroked down her sides, cupping each breast in turn,rubbing my thumbs across her nipples. She arched, grinding her hips against me, and my breath caught.
Sophie Dunham hid it beneath a layer of bright colors and friendly smiles, but she was sexy as fuck. The sweetness she shared with the world turned into an appetite that surprised me with its strength. She devoured, demanding more from me with each kiss, urging me higher. I worried my hands had grown too rough, kneading her ass, rocking her into my erection, and I pulled back.
"You with me?" I forced out, breathing hard.
Sophie's eyes gleamed in the low light, pleasure making her cheeks ruddy.
"I'm like five miles ahead already. Try to catch up," she challenged.
"Let me know if I get too rough."
"I will," she promised solemnly before cracking a tiny smile. "Ditto here."
"Bee, you think you can sting me?"
"Just know I don't want to hurt you either, Davis."
"Agreed. Pleasure only."
She melted into me, raining kisses across my jaw, and I molded her curves, enjoying the way she writhed on top of me. Sophie's hands slid against my chest.
I'd already unfastened her bra, tossing it to the side. I'd stopped short of stripping off her shirt, aware that the cold might end our fun before we were ready if I bared her breasts like I wanted. Instead, I cupped her beneath the soft cotton, watching her expression to figure out what she liked. Sophie bit her lip. She seemed to like my callused hands just fine. Especially when they stroked her nipples.
Watching for that telltale sign, I unbuttoned her jeans, pleased when Sophie's white teeth pierced her bottom lip, like that little edge of pain, of tension, helped her maintain control. Too bad I wanted her to lose it – utterly.
"Are you wet for me, Sophie?" I crooned.
She was such a talker, what would it be like to watch her come? Would she tell me all about it, or fall silent?
I slid one palm into the front of her pants, stroking over the soft cotton that covered her. The buttery-soft fabric was damp, proof that Sophie was every bit as turned on as I was.
“You want me inside you as much as I do, don’t you? I can’t wait to feel you on my cock.”
She moaned as I stroked the wet cotton, tempting me to slide beneath it, feel her sweetness on my fingers. Sophie rocked, moaning and thrusting her hips forward, seeming to seek out my hand.
"If you're this responsive now, how will it feel when we finally get to fuck? Will you wrap around me, strangling my cock in your eagerness?"
I paused, enjoying the way Sophie panted, struggling for control. The flash of white teeth against her bottom lip urged me on.
"Would doing filthy things together please you, hm?"
She whimpered softly, grinding against my hand, and everything in me drew taut. She looked impossibly sexy in the moonlight, dark eyes gleaming, tempting mouth making an O of pleasure as she rode my fingers.
“I want to make you come every way possible. You’re so slick,” I crooned. “I bet you taste like honey.”
