“I meant I should probably…”
“Go on…”
Her eyes narrow. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Maybe a little.” I shrug.
“Ridiculous.”
“You use that word a lot.”
“Only when it’s fitting,” Sofie quips.
With a smirk, I nod. “And now is when it happens to be fitting?”
“Yes, because you’re being ridiculous.”
I step over Boyd’s body and invade her space, Sofie’s eyes widening as I stand close enough our chests touch. “You like it.”
“I do not…” She tilts her head back as my pecs graze her nipples, those peaks tight and sensitive based on her sharp intake of breath.
“You do, Cookie, and you know how I know that?”
She shakes her head.
“The full body blush, the way you won’t meet my eyes, how your breathing changes when I start giving you shit.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“No?” I lift my hands and slowly skim my fingers over her arms, across her collarbones, ghosting them along her jaw before I slide them into her hair. I tilt Sofie’s head a bit as I lower my mouth toward hers. “You’re still full of shit, Cookie.”
“It… it just means I’m frustrated…”
“Maybe.” My lips barely brush hers. “But I bet it also means your heart is racing, that your hands are shaking…” I brush her lips again and smile when she sways toward me. “I’d even put money on it meaning your pussy is wet.”
Sofie gasps as I slant my mouth over hers—whether it’s a gasp of pleasure or one of protest doesn’t matter because she kisses me back easily, and before I know it her hands are on my waist and my tongue is tangled with hers.
She tastes like cookies again.
The thought echoes in my mind, spurring me on, stoking the flame I’ve carried for Sofie since we met. I deepen the kiss, my hands moving down her body as hers slide up my stomach and over my chest. I cup her ass and pull her hips against mine, Sofie’s nails biting into my flesh through the cotton of my shirt as I start grinding her against my throbbing cock.
“Red.” My Cookie sighs as she breaks the kiss but doesn’t pull away. “I think… we have to…” She moans as my lips drop to her throat where I suck that delicate flesh between them. I suck hard enough to leave a mark, my hands kneading her ass, my hips rolling against hers. “Red…”
“Sam.” I grunt as I lick up to her ear, nipping at her lobe. “Sam North.”
Sofie shudders as I bite down, but her smile is one I can hear. “Sam, we have work to do.”
Slowly,reluctantly, I lift my head and meet her eyes, something I regret almost immediately because her pupils are blown the fuck out and her gaze is hooded; glassy and lust filled.
“Not that I wanted to stop, but…” My Cookie bites her lip. “He can’t stay in the driveway.”
I chuckle as she reaches up and cups my cheeks, then pushes up on her bare toes to kiss me one more time.
“Let’s get to it then, Cookie. We get this shit done quick enough, we should have enough time for me to finish this before Marbles starts bouncing off the walls.”
* * *
Twenty minutes later,Sofie and I are standing in front of the cremator, covered in sweat and blood, watching Boyd burn underneath Mr. Levinson, the late pastor of one of the local churches.
