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It’s firmly in the present, paying full attention to Elliot’s lips on mine.

CHAPTER 15

ELLIOT

For the briefest second, I think that I’ve read this situation wrong.

That Sophie might pull back, fix me with those angry eyes, and ask me what the hell I think I’m doing. That she might storm out of this room, never get this close to me again.

In fact, I thought she might lash out at me when I admitted to buying the soccer team in the way I did. Maybe she already knew I hadn’t bought it due to my love of the sport, or maybe she doesn’t care either way.

Based on everything I’ve seen from her, Sophie should be angry with me right now. But she’s not.

The second passes, and in the next, she’s lifting up, her mouth opening as she melts to me, her arms coming around my neck. My hands are on her hips, and I pull her into my lap, where she drapes herself over me.

Without meaning to, I whisper, “Sophie,” against her lips, which makes a noise let loose at the bottom of her throat, her hips moving against mine.

The scent of her perfume hangs in the air around us. My hands move of their own volition, wanting to touch her everywhere I can — up over her bare shoulders, down to her wrists, back over her hips and to her bare thighs.

Gently, I graze my fingers along her chest, touch the space just between her breasts, like I’d thought about doing during dinner.

After a second, I press my palm flat to the spot, feel her heart beating quickly beneath it. Skin so hot, body so alive.

“Elliot?” Sophie pulls back, breathless. Her blue eyes sparkle in the low light. She tastes like strawberries and champagne, and smells even better. Her honey blond hair falls loose from her clip now, the tendrils wavy and wild around her shoulders.

“Sophie,” I rasp, hands tightening on her hips. The material of her dress is smooth under my hands, but I want to get rid of it, get my fingers directly against her skin. When I find her gaze, it latches to mine, and I’m staring at her, unable to look away. “If you don’t want to do this, I need you to tell me right now.”

Her gaze darkens, her eyes darting to my lips. “I want to do this,” she whispers, and it’s all I need to hear.

Wrapping my arms around her, I get my feet under me and stand. When I’m upright, she wraps her legs around my waist and gasps. I catch her bottom lip between my teeth.

“You’re deceptively strong,” she whispers, bouncing gently as I carry her over to the bed.

“I can’t tell if that’s an insult or not.”

“It’s not,” she grins, as I lay her back on the duvet. “I’m just… surprised.”

“You’re not the only athlete here, Sophie Kendall.”

I love the shape of her name on my lips, but even more so I love the shape of her,period.

My heart hammers in my chest as I crawl over her, eyes catching on the way her hair splays on the pillow, the pink on her cheeks, the eager look in her eyes.

And, for the first time in a long, long time, I feel something I haven’t in the bedroom. Not with any woman — not since I was in college. It’s been so long that it takes me a second to place it, to figure out what’s going on.

I’mnervous.

It matters to me what Sophie thinks. It matters to me that I make this good for her.

Swallowing that feeling down, I focus on Sophie, on stripping that dress from her body, finally getting to run my fingers over her bare skin. She stretches out like a cat in sunlight, reacting to my touch like it’s the one thing she’s been waiting for.

I’m obsessed with her, and realize I’m showing it — cupping her calves, running my hands up her sides, trying to remember the exact shape of her hips, the way her knees bend, how her ankles hook around me, her strong legs pulling me in closer.

“Elliot,” she gasps, when I press my palm to the core of her, just over her panties. She’s so warm, the silky fabric damp to the touch.

When she touches me, she’s all limbs, her fingers tangling in my hair, tugging gently. Then, she tugs harder when I slip my hand under the lace band of her underwear, a groan rising fromsomewhere deep inside me when I touch her, feel how wet she is for me.

For a while, I just explore, touching her lazily, watching how she reacts to each movement, cataloging what she likes, and what makes her gasp. Then I find a rhythm and hold it, using tight, quick circles.