Page 61 of Power Play
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
SOPHIE
Iwake up slowly, stretching as the morning light filters through the curtains. The bed feels warm, a little too warm, and I roll over to find Murphy’s arm sprawled across my waist, his chest pressed against my back. He’s still asleep, soft breath tickling the back of my neck. A half-smile tugs at my lips as I remember last night.
Last night started with teasing, just like always, but somewhere between the soft touches and the heat of his skin against mine, things shifted. I can still feel him, every inch of him, the way he made me feel like I was the only one in the room. He’s a dangerous combination of cocky and tender. The mix of that confident, teasing charm, paired with moments of quiet intensity, has me hooked more than I care to admit.
I shift slightly, careful not to wake him. His arm tightens around me, pulling me in closer, and I can’t help but smile. The night feels like a dream, the way he looked at me when we finally gave in—no pretences, no jokes, just pure, unfiltered need. I remember the way his lips felt against mine, the heat of his hands, the fire he ignited in me.
His fingers move lightly over my skin, the touch soft but possessive, and it sends a shiver down my spine.
“You’re awake,” he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep, but there’s a teasing edge to it too.
“Maybe,” I tease, tilting my head so I can catch his gaze. His eyes are half-lidded, a lazy smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
“Uh-huh.” He presses a kiss to my shoulder, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulls back to look at me. “I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”
“You’re not allowed to, are you?” I raise an eyebrow, my tone light, but my body responds to the closeness of his. His fingers trace the curve of my hip, and I feel the heat building between us again.
“You sure about that?” he asks, his voice deepening with that signature Murphy challenge. His hand slides down my side, warm and possessive, sending waves of sensation through me.
I swallow, biting my lip. There’s no denying the tension between us.
“Maybe you should just prove it,” I say softly, barely above a whisper.
He chuckles, low and sexy, and the sound has my heart racing. He moves swiftly, his body shifting to hover over mine. “If you insist.”
And just like that, the teasing banter fades into something deeper, more urgent. The space between us disappears as he kisses me, it’s soft at first, and tender, but quickly turning into something hotter, a fire that only he seems to know how to ignite. His hands roam, exploring, finding the places where my skin meets his, and everything outside of this moment feels distant. Not the jokes, not the world around us—just him, me, and the intensity of every touch, every kiss.
His lips leave mine to trail down my neck, pressing kisses to my skin, each one hotter than the last. I arch into him instinctively, wanting more, needing more. He responds to the motion, his hand slipping beneath the sheets, his fingers brushing along my skin, igniting sparks.
“God, you’re killing me,” I breathe, my voice thick with desire.
“You have no idea how much I want you,” he replies, his voice husky, his breath hot against my ear. He pulls back just enough to look at me, his gaze burning with something raw, something that makes my pulse quicken.
“I want you too,” I say, my voice soft but sure.
And then there’s nothing but the heat, the rhythm of our bodies moving together, finding that perfect harmony. His name slips from my lips in a gasp, and he groans, his grip on me tightening as he moves with purpose, his body pressing into mine with a force that leaves me breathless.
He pulls back for a moment, his lips curling into a grin that’s as playful as it is wicked. “You think you can keep up?”
“I’m more than capable,” I tease, my fingers sliding up to his chest, tracing the muscles there, before they move lower, teasing thewaistband of his boxers. His eyes darken at my touch, and I grin. “You might want to be careful, Murph. I might just surprise you.”
“Surprise me?” He raises an eyebrow, his smirk growing as he leans down to kiss me again, harder this time, his hands roaming over me, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.
I’m lost in the feeling of him, the way he knows exactly what I need, when I need it. There’s no rush, no hesitation, just a slow, intense connection that feels like it’s building and building until I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
The way he moves, the way he touches me, it’s all too much, and I don’t ever want it to stop.
Eventually, as the sun climbs higher in the sky, we pull away from each other, breathing heavily, both of us a little dazed, but with satisfied smiles on our faces. Murphy looks at me with that wicked grin of his, as though he knows exactly what just happened.
“Well, that was intense,” I say, still catching my breath.
“You’re not complaining, are you?” he asks, his grin turning into something more sincere.
I laugh, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. “No complaints here.”
He leans down to press a soft kiss to my forehead. “Good, because I’ve got plans for us later.”
