He nuzzles into my neck and breathes in deeply, like he’s taking me in. “Princess…”
I didn’t speak to him after I let him in last night. I didn’t say anything when he sat on the bed next to me. I didn’t touch him, and he didn’t touch me. But something about just having him there relaxed me so completely that I knocked out hard and stayed out all night.
But I’m not that relaxed.
I shove him off me and sit up abruptly. “You need to go.”
Vin grabs me around the waist, pulls me back toward him. “We had a deal, Sophia.”
I twist to look at him as best I can. “I made no deal.”
“I told you I’d do anything you wanted. I asked you to try me, and you let me in. It’s an implied deal.”
Pregnancy apparently wears on my patience, because I have none with this man at this point. “Fine. Then leave. You said you’d do anything I ask.”
He pulls back but slowly, reluctantly, and I get up. I need a shower. I need hot water on my sore muscles and time and space to just get my head together before I have to go into work.
I get the water hot enough that the steam fills the small room and fogs up the mirror before I get in and just stand under the stream. A minute passes. Then five. I’ll be honest. I expected thatdoor to open the minute I closed it. I expected his hands on me before the water ran hot enough to step in the shower.
Without it, there’s a twinge of loneliness that I didn’t expect. Of longing. But also respect. The Vin I know would take what he wants without any care for what I or anyone else had to say about it. But he’s listening to me.
Get it together, Sophia. You said you were ready to do this alone. So do this alone.
I run my hands over my hot skin, my fingers finding my clit. I jerk my hand away with a start when the door opens and Vin enters hesitantly. Frack! I’m angry, mad that I believed he could change, but that instantly morphs into confusion.
Vin Demonio, who has never been awkward in his life, stands in my bathroom with his hands in his pockets and his jaw working before he speaks. “Soph, I don’t want to disrespect you,” he says. “I just—”
He stops himself. Is he… at a loss for words? His gaze is on the floor tile, and I wait. His shirt is off, his muscles hard, one vein jumping in his forearm. He’s frowning and just looks…awkward.
I turn away from him, stepping back under the water. “You need a shower too.” When he doesn’t move, I sigh. “Stop standing there wasting water.”
He exhales hard, and my heart starts pounding. I don’t know why I’m doing this other than I’m pregnant and the hormones have me all over the place emotionally… and physically. I mean, it’s not like I can get more pregnant.
“Soph, are you sure?”
“Get in here, Vin.”
His clothes hit the bathroom floor and he’s in the shower and on me almost before the words are out of my mouth. His hands are on my face, my hands are on his chest, and his mouth finds mine with an urgency that feels desperate. He exhales against my mouth, his lips warm against mine and I moan softly. I want this. I want it so much. And he knows it.
“This doesn’t mean we’re together,” I breathe as he licks my neck.
“Okay,” he mumbles, nipping at me.
“I mean it. This is just sex. I’m pregnant and horny, that’s all.”
“Okay, princess.”
I kiss him back with everything I have, my hands sliding up his wet chest, his fingers in my hair, the water sliding down our bodies. He makes a low sound against my neck when I press closer and his hands move to my waist. His cock is so hard against my stomach and for a moment everything is very simple and clear. I want nothing but this. Nothing but Vin.
But I pull back. His eyes open. They’re dark, blown wide, his chest moving fast.
“Not yet,” I say.
His jaw tightens. He nods once and pulls his hands away but can’t take his eyes off me.
“Go down on me.”
The words shock him almost as much as they shock me. I’venever been the aggressor, never been the one to ask for anything, not in any context but especially not sexually.
