Her lips turned up in a provocative grin. “Meneither. I’m on birth control… I wonder what it feels like, thesmooth skin of your cock gliding into me…” Damn; just like on thephone, her words shattered him.
Shifting atop him, she straddled him likeriding a stallion and rocked against him. Moving rhythmically atophim, not yet letting him in, she explainedexactlywhat shehad in mind. Drove him out of his fucking mind at her words, hermotions.
At her command, he leaned up and sucked onher breasts with the pressure she demanded. Pulling and sucklinguntil she cried his name, he felt her need building as she rockedagainst his rigid erection.
Fuck, he already could feel her slick heatready for him, and he wasn’t even in yet. Reaching between them,rising up to the challenge of bringing her to unrestrained,unmatched orgasm, he circled her clit with his thumb to bring herjust over the edge, more intensely than before. Instinctively, shepressed against him and climaxed again at his touch.
Breathless, she looked down at him. Gazeslocked together, he was lost in her gray eyes that had shifted intofull thunder storm.
Slowly, with all the control he could muster,he slid into her tight, wet heat. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Deliberately at first, each savoring theexquisite sensation of the intimate contact, they moved stronger,fiercely together. Crying out in ecstasy as he gripped her hips anddrove deeper inside her, she rode him to his undoing, starsflashing in his vision. More than he could ever have imagined, hewas completely, forever hers.
22
The Day After
Trapped in a Sophie-cage of arms, legs, and her wildblondish hair, Asher tried to roll out of bed the next morning.Limb by limb, he attempted to free himself, but she just grippedmore tightly. Those long limbs were incredibly nimble.
“Wake up. Let’s go for a run,” he pleaded,his voice raspy from too many sleepless nights. Although, as longnights went, he would happily repeat last night as often aspossible.
Sophie had been worth the wait. Not that mostwould consider three weeks waiting, but for him, it had felt likean eternity. Hell, his longest wait before Sophie had been aboutthree hours. All that pent-up sexual frustration for both had ledto a fucking amazing night.
Brushing her hair out of her face, shesquinted at the sun shining in the window. She pouted, “Didn’t youget enough exercise last night?”
Grinning, he dragged her out of bed with him.“Yeah, but if we move along, we can do it in the shower beforeanyone else wakes up.”
By eight o’clock, they’d run, enjoyed aspectacularly erotic shower, and were downstairs to enjoy the quietof the morning. As usual, his parents either slept in late or hadtaken their coffee to bed to watch the morning news.
Asher carried his coffee out to the frontpatio and held the door open for Sophie. “I think I’ll go shoppingfor a new truck today. Wanna come?”
Bundled in his sweatshirt to combat the coolbreeze that had blown in overnight, Sophie curled up in her usualchair. “Fun as that sounds, we have to go to the stationtoday.”
Shaking his head, he scowled as he settledinto his chair. “Shit. I forgot. After?”
Sophie nudged him playfully with her foot.“How about I drop you off at the dealership while I go look at somerental houses? As much as I appreciate your parents letting mecrash here, it’s time.”
“Fine. I’ll shop alone. I hate dickering. Ifthey give me the runaround, mind coming down to make sure I’m notgetting fleeced?” He waggled his eyebrows at her.
“I can do that. I’ll play dumb, then tearapart the crappy deal they’ve proposed.”
Nodding, he was already turned on by herbrain. When had he found math skills so damn sexy? “It’s adate.”
She rolled her eyes playfully. “I’mstarving.” Pleasantly sore from head to toe, she stretched like asleepy cat as she rose from the chair. Asher liked seeing her wearhis sweatshirt; although she swam in it, she looked adorable.
If he played his cards right, maybe she’dtake pity on him and cook a real breakfast rather than the toasthe’d likely stuff down out of laziness and culinary ineptitude.“Eggs? Bacon?”
“Only if you’re cooking. I was thinkingyogurt.” Her accusatory glare was comical.
Moping, Asher followed her into the kitchenand stared desperately into the fridge. “You don’t want to suffermy cooking.” He could cook some basics, but nothing anyone wantedto actually eat. Alone, he could survive off of rubbery eggs forbreakfast, bagged salads and PB&J for lunch, then an overcookedsteak for dinner. Didn’t enjoy it, but it was something.
“I know. Your mom implied you may be lookingfor a sweet little wife to cook all of your meals for you.”Reaching around him to grab herself a yogurt, she leaned againstthe opposite counter and opened the container.
“Looking to help me with that?” He shut thefridge, no longer interested in breakfast, and stepped up to her.Pressing his body against hers, he nibbled along her neck, herjaw.
“Fifty-fifty, pal,” she teased as he tracedhis hands up her sides, gently pulling up her shirt. Laughing, sheset the yogurt down so she could tug her shirt back down.
He nipped her ear. “How about we work out amutually satisfying system. You cook and I find other ways tobalance our relationship.” Skimming his hand along her skin untilhe reached her pert breast, he left the shirt in place this time asa compromise. See? He could be fair.
