“Soph.” I take a step closer to her. Need pulses inside me. The urge to touch her is almost impossible to resist.
Sofia scoops up some frosting with her finger. Her gaze heats. “What do you think, Nico? Would you like some?”
Fuck.
What is she doing to me?
“Dinner,” I manage. “And then I need to get back to work.”
Her tempting finger moves closer to my mouth. “Just a taste?”
I can’t resist her. I know I should, but I can’t. Not like this.
So I take her finger between my lips. Sugar and cream bursts in my mouth. Before I can stop myself, I swirl my tongue across her soft skin.
She sucks in a breath. Her eyes flare with desire.
My dick goes impossibly hard.
“Nico,” she breathes. “I want…” Pink touches her cheeks. “I?—”
I release her finger, but hold her hand still. “What do you want, Soph?”
Her small hands come around mine. “I was thinking yesterday. And today, too. About our first time.”
“Our first time?”
“Yeah. About how nervous I was, but how it ended up being perfect. How sweet you were, with the rose petals and thecandles and reading the Kama Sutra. How you made sure it felt good.”
Now my pants are unbearably tight. “I remember.”
Her gaze holds mine. “I know we were young. But being with you—the first time, and the rest… nothing’s ever compared. Not even close.”
“I feel the same,” I tell her. “Being with you—” I stop. Then I crack my chest open and bare my heart to her. “After I enlisted, I still thought about you all the time. I’d sneak off to take long walks at night. Just thinking. Missing you so much it hurt. I was mad at myself for doing it, but I couldn’t stop. That’s why they called me Rogue. They didn’t know I kept sneaking away. And I never explained.”
“Oh, Nico.” Her eyes shine. “Back then, I never thought?—”
“You shouldn’t have. It was my mistake.”
“No.” It’s firm. “No more apologies. Not now. If we want to try this again…” Sofia frames my face with her hands. “I don’t want to talk about the past. Not about that, at least.”
“Then what?—”
“I want you, Nico.” Her lips come to mine. They’re sweet. Soft. Intoxicating. “I want to be with you again.”
Need surges through me. Still, I say, “I don’t want to rush you. And you’re still hurt.”
“It’s been over a week. My symptoms are almost gone. I’ll be careful of my shoulder.” Sofia kisses me again. “You’re not rushing me. I’m telling you. Unless… you don’t want to.”
She thinks I don’twantto?
When every cell in my body is aching to make her mine again?
“Don’twantto?” I pull her to me and kiss her hard. “Of course I do.”
“Then why?—”
My mouth crashes down on hers again.
