Now, as I fuck her with long easy strokes, she whimpers against me.
I want her to come again before I do, so I up the tempo.
Her lips press a kiss to my jaw as every thrust takes me deeper. "Nicholas…"
The only thing that follows my name is a low moan as she comes in sweet surrender before I fuck her to my own release.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Sophia
"Are you busy next Wednesday?"I towel dry my hair. "Gabriel invited us for dinner at his place."
"Did he?" He pulls on a pair of black sweatpants. "I'd love to go. Are you good with that?"
I am. I'm actually looking forward to it. I haven't had a chance to see Nicholas and Gabriel together since they've become friends. I miss Isla too. When I was Gabriel's assistant, she'd stop in to see him at least a few times a week. Now that I'm in the design department, I don't get a chance to chat with her.
"I think we'll have a good time."
"I know we will." He hangs up the towel he used to dry my body after our shower. "We should bring something. Wine or flowers, maybe?"
"I think the fact that you're going to be there is the only gift they need," I joke.
He rolls his eyes, but smiles. "Gabriel's gotten over the fact that I'm Nicholas Wolf."
"You haven't met Isla yet." I bite my lower lip. "She's a bigger fan than Gabriel. Expect to be the center of attention at that dinner."
"I may be the center of attention for her, but you'll have my attention for the entire evening."
I know that he's desperate to make up for what happened between us at Hibiscus, but I take every word he says to me now at face value. I've never felt as cherished by a man as I do by him.
I'm tempted to ask if I can stay the night, but I want to present the finished sample of one of my new designs for Ella Kara to Sasha tomorrow morning. "I need to get home. I have a lot of work to do."
"I can take you." He pats his bare chest. "I just need to throw on a coat and some shoes and I'm good to go."
Panic washes over me. I shouldn't feel like this. He's safe. "It's cold out. I can manage to get home on my own."
His eyes scan my face, stopping on my kiss-swollen lips. "Trust is a two-way street, Sophia."
I know it is. I've told myself that over-and-over again the last few weeks. He broke my trust in him and he's been working overtime to rebuild it. "I trust you."
"Do you have a roommate?" He leans his hip against the bathroom counter.
"No," I answer quickly, toying with the belt of the white robe he wrapped me in after I stepped out into the cool bathroom from the heated shower. "I live alone."
"You don't live at work, do you?"
"Sometimes it feels that way," I say to avoid what I should be saying. "I have an apartment. It actually belongs to Cadence. I was her roommate before she moved in with Tyler."
"Are you a hoarder?" There's amusement in his tone. I know he's trying to lighten the mood but it's not helping. "If Icome over will you have hundreds of empty take-out containers covering every inch of available space?"
"Only on the nights when I watch Netflix with Cadence."
"Tell me why, Sophia." He stalks toward me. "Tell me why I can't come to your place."
"I don't want to have this discussion in a bathroom," I stall. "And it's late. We should talk about this another time."
He reaches for my hand. "Come with me."
