I shake my head. I need to stop mind going there. I don't want to be with another woman. I met the woman that was my soul mate - she died - that’s it for me. I have my memories of her, and that's enough - isn't it?
“Hey!” she looks so pleased to see me. She comes rushing over and slides her arms around me, embracing me in a hug whether I want one or not. I want to say I didn't want her touch- but I’d be lying. She squeezes me tight - I put my arms around her and kiss the top of her head – it feels like the right thing to do, plus the scent of her drives me crazy. I have to use all my self-restraint not to inhale deeply.
“I'm sweaty from the gym.”
“I don't care. How are you? Did the gym help?” her beautiful features are drawn in concern.
“Yeah, sure. I'm sorry I laid all that on you last night.”
Her brows draw together. “Why are you sorry?” She releases me, and I don't like to admit it, but it makes me feel bereft.
“You came here for a fun weekend away, and I lay all that on you. I shouldn't have. It affected me, you seeing...well you seeing my body like it is. No one has seen my scars before.”
She steps back and tilts her head to look at me. A little sigh escapes her that makes my dick twitch. Christ, I am like a fourteen-year-old boy around her.
She steps forward and grabs the hem of my t-shirt. I place my hands on hers to halt her movement. “What are you doing?”
“Trust me, can you do that?”
With her looking up at me under those long eyelashes, I'm powerless to say no anyway.
I give a little nod of consent and release her hands. She pulls my t-shirt up as though undressing me. When she gets it up most of the way, I help her out, reaching behind myself and drawing it off—leaving my torso bare. My body bare for her to see.
She lifts her hand and feather touches over my scars, feeling them. I thought I would hate having someone touch them, but it feels soothing. I don't have all my feeling there, but I can feel something, and knowing she is touching me like that, that she wants to - I'm on cloud nine.
Her head bends, and she starts to kiss my chest. She lets her mouth roam, all around the scar, kissing - butterfly kisses and open mouth kisses, all around the area that I have kept hidden for so long. The feeling overwhelms me. My hand moves up to cup the back of her head. Jesus, I want this woman. One half of me is saying one thing, and the other half is telling me to pin her up against the wall and fuck her. This tender move from her hits me in the gut.
For five minutes,five fucking minutes, I want to forget about everything and there only be her. She’s intoxicating. I draw my hand up her back and slide it around to under her chin, lifting it so that she's looking at me. Her eyes are hooded with desire. Nothing about me is repulsing her - far from it. She wants me as much as I want her.
I look at her mouth - she involuntary licks her lips. I'm hard now - she must be able to feel how hard I am with her soft body pressed against mine.
Her breathing has picked up speed, and, unable to resist any longer, I bend my head down until my mouth meets hers. Her lips are soft. She kissed me once before - at the racetrack - but that was to make someone jealous. This is different; this is us both consenting and both wanting. My tongue touches her lips to invite her to open her mouth, she does as I want, and I slip my tongue in, lightly brushing it against hers. A moan escapes her as she slides her hands behind my neck, her fingers delving into my hair. Her tongue shyly delves into my mouth as her body presses up flush against mine, and it drives me crazy. I slide one hand behind her neck as my other goes around her back, drawing her into me further as I deepen the kiss. She tilts her head to give me better access.
I break off and start kissing down her neck. “Fuck, Sophie.”
I find her mouth again, and we kiss hungrily. We break off panting when we hear a knock at the door.
It’s Gary. “Hey, have you guys gone down for breakfast already?”
We both stare at each other until she breaks my gaze. I'm so turned on. I try to regain my composure and adjust my shorts. The last thing I want is for Gary to see me with a raging hard-on.
I quickly grab a t-shirt and throw it on as she opens the door to greet Gary and Lydia.
My body finally under control, I turn to them. “Hey, Gaz. Just got back from the gym, so I’m going to need a shower.”
“Dude, come on - you'll miss breakfast - cut off is in fifteen minutes - come down as you are and have a shower after you've eaten. Sophie looks ready.”
She looks at me, her composure clearly back to normal. “Iamstarving.”
She says it in a way that makes me think she’s talking about something else.
Me too, Sophie, me too.
I don't have time to process what just happened. I grab my things, and we all go down for breakfast together. I know I need to think about what happened and the consequences, but right now, I don't give a fuck. I wanna rejoice in the kiss and the high that it's giving me, even if I do have a severe case of blue balls.
After breakfast, the guys and I get ready to go paintballing. Soph and I don’t get a chance to be alone, because straight after we’ve eaten, she has to go to her spa thing. She reluctantly lets the other women drag her away while firing glances at me. I can tell she wants to talk to me too - it was one hell of a kiss.
Paintballing is good, but I'm black and blue - I got shot more times than I care to admit - my mind on other things. One thing, really. She has long fucking legs and blue hair.
