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“You have no idea,” she whispered against his ear.
He undressed her as they tumbled through the door, setting her down so he could lift her dress over her head, unclasping her bra, and letting her breasts come free. She lifted the corner of his T-shirt, and he helped her peel it off. When they got to his room, she was only wearing panties and he was unbuckling his jeans.
“Sophie.” He swallowed a lump in his throat, nervous she wouldn’t want all of him. “We don’t have to, but I want to...”
Sophie was busy bringing her panties down her legs but stopped and looked up. “Are you, um, ready?”
“I’m ready,” Dash said.
“Oh, thank God.” Sophie’s mouth turned into a grateful smile, and he licked his lips.
He was going to make sure she was grateful every single second, and he was going to take his time.
27
SOPHIE
Sophie vividly remembered being on submission for her first book with her agent. A terrible time when her manuscript was sent out to publishers for consideration. She’d waited two months before they got a nibble from the publisher who eventually bought her book.
But that wait seemed like nothing compared to the few weeks Sophie had spent waiting for Dash.
“I’m STI-free and on birth control.” She hopped on one foot as she took her underwear all the way off. “Do you have condoms?”
She threw the panties at him, and he nodded. “I do. And I was tested six months ago. No STIs.”
Sophie clasped her hands together, looked up to the ceiling and said, “Thank you, whoever is up there.” What was this, her birthday?
Dash pulled a condom out of his bedside-table drawer and rolled it on. Then he pulled her to him. “You’re sure?” He stroked a little circle across the apple of her cheek.
She would end things with Carla because she wasn’t willing to say goodbye to Dash. She’d tried to force a spark with her, but the way she felt for Carla was so drastically different from the passion she had for Dash, and that couldn’t be ignored.
Even if what she had with Dash wouldn’t be forever, all she needed was to be tangled up with him for as long as they could be. He didn’t want a relationship, but she would take what he could give and then figure out the rest once they’d ended. Like Dash’s tattoo—You Chose—that would be her choice.
Dash grabbed Sophie’s ass, lifted her, and wrapped her legs around his hips. He pinned her against the wall, and his erection pressed against the opening of her lips.
“I must’ve been really good in a past life,” she said. How else to explain this situation where she was about to have sex with the man she’d had a crush on since she was a teenager?
He brushed hair behind her ears and held on to her thigh with his free hand. Then he pulled her chin up slightly with the tip of his finger. “Tell me if any of this is too much, okay?”
She laughed. “For the record, I’ve had sex before, like, a lot, so you don’t need to be gentle.”
He gave enough of a smile that the dimple in his cheek showed, even through the dried clay that dotted his face. “Good girl. Then put me inside you and go slow. I want to feel every inch.”
Sophie opened her mouth to say something, but there were no words. She made a kind of strangled noise that was satisfaction because, really, if her knees weren’t already locked tightly around him, they would’ve melted into a puddle on the floor. She reached her hand to meet him, and his cock throbbed against her palm.
“I just want you to know that I’m really going to enjoy this,” she said.
Dash bit his lower lip as she pushed back against the wall, giving herself room to accept him. She rubbed his tip in a circle against her clit, then lowered him down, down, until his head met her entrance. She was already so wet from his words that when she began to slide onto him, there was no resistance.
She sighed as his cock inched inside her, and he moaned as her hand guided him all the way in. Eventually he pressed the full length into her, and they both grunted as he settled there. She was so deliciously filled by him but ground her hips to try to get more.
“Oh, my God, Soph, you feel so fucking good. And you tightened that pussy for me, didn’t you?”
She had.
He pushed into her again, and her arms wrapped firmly around his neck.
“Just fuck me already, please,” she practically begged.
