My dick jumps. Throbs.
My pants go painfully tight.
“The roses are beautiful,” Sofia murmurs once we break the kiss. “I love the color.”
“Red is for love,” I reply. “That’s what the florist said.”
Sofia steps away from me to set the bouquet on the coffee table. “Then red’s the perfect color. Because I loveyou.”
“Soph.”Sometimes I still can’t believe my luck—not just having Sofia back in my life, but her loving me again.
“You know,” she adds. Her brows arch up. “I think you’re wearing far too many clothes. It hardly seems fair, you in a suit and me like this.”
“Well, we wouldn’t want to be unfair, would we?”
“No.” She smirks. “We wouldn’t.” Then she closes the distance between us and starts unbuttoning my pants. “Maybe we should start with these.”
With uncoordinated fingers, I fumble with the buttons of my shirt while Sofia works at my pants. Once my pants are undone and the shirt is unbuttoned, I pull them off and gather her into my arms again. Now we’re more evenly matched, me in just my briefs and Sofia in those tempting black panties.
Sofia eyes my briefs. Then she reaches inside them and wraps her fingers around me. My erection jerks in her hand, going even harder and thicker than before.
“I had an idea,” she says. “Something I was hoping you’d like to try.”
“Anything,” I reply as I loop my fingers into her panties and start dragging them down her legs. “Whatever you want, we’ll do it.”
“I was thinking…” Her golden-green eyes meet mine. “I love sex in the bedroom. And the shower. And the kitchen.”
I trail my fingers across her short curls and down to the hot, slick skin beneath. Finding her swollen and exposed bud, I tweak it gently before caressing it.
Sofia’s hips jerk against me. Her head falls back, exposing her neck. I lower my mouth to the sensitive spot between her jaw and throat and suck at it lightly. She gasps.
“What would you like?” I ask.
She looks at me with lust-glazed eyes. “I was thinking—” A gasp escapes as I slide a finger inside her. “It would be really hot if you?—”
I add a second finger, stretching her. Her inner muscles clutch at me as I slowly pump my fingers in and out. “It would be hot if I did what?”
Her hips thrust erratically as I move my hand faster. “If you took me against the wall,” she blurts. “You’re so strong, I was thinking it wouldn’t be too hard.”
Desire surges through me. “I think I could hold you up without too much issue,” I reply roughly. “If you think you’d like it.”
“I think I would.” Sofia gives my erection a light tug, and then a gentle squeeze. “I think I’d like it a lot. You holding me up, taking me fast and hard?—”
But she doesn’t get further than that.
My mouth crashes down on hers.
Cupping her ass, I lift her into my arms. Then I carry her across the room. Moving one hand to her back to cushion it, I lean her against the wall and notch myself at her center. “Is this a good spot?” I ask. “Or would you prefer a different room?”
Sofia wraps her legs around my waist. Her gaze finds mine. In a breathless voice, she says, “Here is good.”
“And you want it hard? And fast?”
She wriggles her hips. “Yes. Not that I don’t like slow. But this time I want it fast.”
“Anything you want, Soph. You just tell me, and I’ll do it.”
Her lips graze my jaw. “Then I want you. Now.”
