Mike’s lopsided smile was wide and genuine. ‘Oh, sweetheart, it would take a lot more than a five-minute – and very necessary – conversation to turn me off. I have an almost entirely naked woman in my bed. Wild hounds couldn’t keep me away.’
She glanced rather pointedly at the front of his jeans.
He laughed before rolling onto his side, nudging her down onto the mattress. ‘We can fixthat.’ He peeled back one side of her blanket cocoon. ‘It’s not like it’s a hardship.’ He pulled back the rest of the blanket, his eyes blazing withanticipation. ‘Oh no, we have to do foreplay. Such a travesty,’ he murmured, drawing a finger down her sternum before tracing along the line of her bra. ‘Whatever will we do? However will we cope?’ He kissed her chest, eyes sliding closed as he breathed her in. ‘Never have two people had to overcome such odds. Now sit up so I can get this bra off.’
She pushed him away with a laugh so she could do as he asked, nodding at his jeans. ‘Those off as well.’
Mike rolled off the bed, landing on his feet, and immediately started pulling off his jeans.
‘And you might joke, but most men want to get straight to the good part,’ Sophie said, reaching around to unhook her bra.
Mike froze with his trousers at his knees so he could look at her, his expression bewildered. ‘It’s all the good part.’
She frowned at him. ‘You really mean that, don’t you?’
‘Yeah,’ he said, stepping out of his jeans. He straightened, his thumbs inside the waistband of his boxer briefs. ‘These too?’
She nodded, tossing her bra onto the floor.
‘You don’t think this is the good part?’
‘Oh, I do, it’s just that a large proportion of the penis-wielding population would disagree with you.’
He shoved his boxers down. ‘They’re welcome to their incorrect opinion.’
Sophie forgot whatever she’d been about to say as he stood up again, fully naked before her for the first time. Her mind completely whited out, the mental equivalent of elevator music taking over as she drank him in. He wasn’t chiselled, but he had the definition of an active man, with broad shoulders and good proportions. She was already fond of his chest, her hands itching to run through the hair there again. He turned for her perusal, hands out, blushing almost boyishly when he faced her again. He cracked his knuckles,an anxious gesture that somehow made him more attractive to her than any amount of grandstanding would have done.
‘Do I pass muster?’ He looked down at himself, moving restlessly, like he might bolt from the room if she gave him a negative answer.
She could only do what he had done for her and show her honest appreciation of him. ‘You are quite possibly the most attractive man I’ve ever met.’
His head snapped up at that, his flush spreading to the tips of his ears. ‘I’m what?’
She shook her head. ‘Michael Tremblay, you are entirely worth looking at, and this is the best dinner date I’ve ever had in my life.’
He cracked a laugh. ‘I haven’t even fed you yet.’
‘Am I wrong?’
‘No,’ he said, climbing towards her onto the bed until she was flat on her back with him above her, his weight on his elbows. ‘You’re not wrong. Best dinner ever.’ His grin turned wicked. ‘But then, I’ve already eaten.’
She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.
Mike watched her for a moment, his expression turning into something warm and tender, before he lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss started out slow, lazy, and Sophie was starting to understand that when Mike kissed, he did it with his entire body. It wasn’t just an action of lips, tongue and teeth. It was hands in her hair, coasting down her sides, tickling the backs of her knees. She could feel the rumble of his response through his chest, which was pressed to hers. Their legs tangled and shifted. He was a tactile man, hell-bent on touching every nook, every hidden secret place on her body, mastering every bit of her topography.
While Sophie hadn’t had that many partners, she’d had a lot of sex over the years, and would have considered herself to be somewhat knowledgeable about the subject. Now, with Mike,she was starting to wonder if she’d been doing it right all this time – or, more accurately, if her partners had been. It wasn’t like he was doing new things, but more like he was going about them in an entirely different way. She’d been getting a scoop of vanilla ice cream, not realizing that there were places that would give you three scoops and unlimited toppings.
Mike took his time. If something he did made her moan, caused her breath to hitch, or got any reaction, helingered.It was like he was starving for touch, the way he went after her. And to be honest, she was no less hungry for him.
He brought her to orgasm again using his fingers before he even reached for the condoms, his hands shaking with barely repressed need as he slid one on. He hitched up her leg slowly, his eyes never leaving her body, as he let out a breath. ‘Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.’
He lowered himself into the cradle of her thighs, his hands cupping her face. ‘We still good?’
In answer, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a kiss.
He eased into her, his movements measured, rocking deep with each thrust. She shuddered from the pleasure of it, her eyes drifting shut against her will. Everything felt sogood.
Mike nipped her lip. ‘What did I say about eyes on me?’
