Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 123579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
I grin to make sure she knows it wasn’t so bad.
“You should have seen me in my sister’s dresses.”
Our laughs wrap around each other across the table, blending in a way I like the sound of. Making me consider how it’ll feel to wrap my arms around her again. That kiss in the coat room haunted me all day. She’s haunted me all day. Hell, who am I kidding? Sofie’s haunted me since the moment I saw her on that billboard in Times Square.
“Are they like you? Successful globetrotters?” she teases.
“Ha! Yeah, right.” I shake my head. “Three of the girls are stay-at-home moms. They wouldn’t have it any other way, and love it. One sister is a junior at Duke, studying math. She wants to teach. The other sister is a senior, about to graduate from Michigan State. She’s pre-med. Knowing Darcy, she’ll end up doing Doctors Without Borders or something. And my brother, that idiot, is a sports agent.”
I pull out my phone because I’m that guy who has pictures of his family everywhere all the time.
“Wanna see my nieces and nephews?”
She nods, smiling at me. I cross over to take the chair beside her, flipping through pictures of us at Christmas, at my beach house on family vacations, at dance recitals for my nieces, and at little league baseball and pee wee football for my nephews.
“They’re all beautiful.” Sofie swipes back to a picture of my parents, studying them before looking back to me with a soft smile. “You’re the only ginger in the whole litter.”
I grin, brushing a hand over my tightly cropped hair.
“Yep, me and Mama are the only redheads. Everyone else took strongly after my father.”
“You did, too.” She reaches over to run a finger across my cheekbone and then my chin. “Your strong bone structure and height are from your father.”
She traces my bottom lip with her thumb.
“Those dimples are all your mother, though.”
Am I supposed to ignore the fire in her touch? Every smile, every look, blows on the embers from this morning. I want to take this slow, to get to know her, to want her for the right reasons, but I’m not neutered.
I capture her hand, bringing her soft palm to my mouth, running my tongue across her lifeline, sliding my lips down to her wrist, suckling the pulse pounding through the scented skin there. She watches me possessing those extremities with my lips and tongue, her eyes going dark and hot with the same feeling I’ve been fighting since she stepped through that door looking like dessert.
I lean forward until there’s nothing but a breath between us. Our eyes are still connected, open. With my eyes on hers, I close the gap, tugging the fullness of her bottom lip between mine, nibbling at the softness until she opens for me with a whimper. My hands cup her face, holding her perfectly still so I can taste the sweetness that’s left me hungry all day. I lick into her mouth, running my tongue over the roof, teasing her into kissing me back. Her tongue brushing up against mine, seeking mine behind my lips, wanting mine, is driving me past restraint. I pull her deeper into me, groaning when her breasts press against my chest. Her lashes drop, breaking the contact between our eyes, but deepening the heat between our mouths, leaning into me harder and sweeter.
Hunger drives my hand down over her shoulder and across the naked, silky expanse of her back. Her skin is like silk and velvet, softer and smoother than anything I’ve touched before. She slides her fingers into my hair, caresses my neck, grips my biceps, all the while sucking my tongue down the tightness of her throat, imitating something my cock is throbbing for, but I can’t even let myself consider if I’m going to make it through this night without screwing Sofie on my sister’s dining room table.
I pull back, but she recaptures my mouth, the sweet suction stronger, her hands gripping tighter. I pull back again. If I don’t, this is over and we’ll be upstairs in my bed before dessert.
“Sof,” I whisper against her lips. “Wait.”
She drops her head until her forehead rests against mine, her breaths as heavy as mine. She lowers her long lashes, shadowing the delicate skin beneath her eyes.
“You must think I—”
“Want me?” I laugh against her lips, converting it into a kiss. Forcing myself to pull back. “I like how much you want me, but it’s not nearly as much as I want you.”
“I don’t know about that. I bet I could give you a run for your money.” She smiles, leaning forward to kiss the dimple in my cheek. “Was that dessert?”
It helps to think about something other than how hard I am in my pants.
“Um, dessert.” I sit back, clearing my throat, running a quick hand over my hair, gathering my thoughts. “Yeah, like I said. The day got away from me, so I didn’t get to make it, but I thought we could bake it together.”