She only nodded.
He pulled her hips back, helping her adjust her stance wider. He needed access. He used one hand to caress her, gliding over her side and under to her belly, then up to grasp one of her breasts. Then he teased the insides of her thighs with his other hand, exploring with gentle fingertips until he stroked one finger along her crease. She moaned.
His Sophie was wet for him.
He slid his finger inside of her, needing to be sure she was ready to take him. Her inner muscles were tight, and she gasped for breath as he slowly pumped his finger in and out, teasing her opening. Damn, he needed to take care of her first because he definitely wasn’t going to last long inside her, not with her as tight as this.
He continued to knead and massage her breast with his other hand. The multitasking helped him keep his own need under control. His erection throbbed, and even the act of rubbing himself against the curve of her butt drove him wild.
She rocked her hips back against him, and he made an inarticulate sound of frustration.
She was going to push him too fast. He set his teeth against her shoulder and slipped a second finger inside her. She cried out and shuddered against him, but he didn’t pull back.
“Come for me.” He whispered the encouragement into her ear. “It’s okay. Let me take care of you. Come for me.”
Her next cry was desperate, and her hands clenched on the headboard as her inner muscles convulsed around his fingers. He held her against him, stroking her through and lengthening her orgasm.
She collapsed forward against the headboard at the end of it and presented her rear, and he couldn’t wait anymore. He placed a hand on either side of her hips and positioned himself until the head of his cock pressed against her entrance.
“Please, Sophie?”
She nodded. “Yes. Please. Yes.”
The request accompanying her permission undid everything inside him, made this more than sex. This was everything he’d dreamed about when he’d been away. This was his Sophie.
When he started to push into her, another groan escaped her throat, and she brought a finger to her mouth, biting it to try to keep quiet. The sight only turned him on more. Slow and incredibly good, he filled her, and she stretched to accommodate him until he was balls deep.
Oh yes.
He withdrew slowly, and her tightness almost wouldn’t let him go. He breathed deep, hoping he could continue a little longer. Pressing back into her, he leaned over her until the length of her back pressed against his torso. He ran his hands over her, sliding up from her thighs and over her belly to caress her breasts.
And as he did, he pumped inside her.
She leaned her head back to the curve of his shoulder again, only capable of tiny gasps with every thrust.
“Is this everywhere?” he asked her.
She whimpered, and her insides tightened on the length of his shaft. She was almost ready again.
He straightened and gripped her waist. Gritting his teeth, he began thrusting harder. She leaned forward, bracing herself against the headboard and arching her back as he pulled almost completely out and then slid back into her in strong, firm strokes. Every one of them drove him closer and closer to insanity.
“Brandon.” She gasped out his name, and it undid him.
His balls tightened, and he had only one more chance to pull out and thrust back into her. She cried out, her orgasm dragging him with her, and he shouted as he came with her.
Chapter Thirteen
I’ve got an idea.”
Forte pressed his lips against Sophie’s bare shoulder, enjoying the silken smoothness of her. He could hardly believe this wasn’t a hallucination. He liked curling around her in bed. She’d commandeered his arm as a pillow, and she was lightly tracing random patterns along the inside of his forearm. Her featherlight touch didn’t tickle so much as send tiny hints of electricity across his skin. “What’s your idea?”
“Let’s use this room for fun times and use the other room to sleep in.” She yawned. “That way, neither of us has to sleep in a wet spot.”
He chuckled. “Sounds like a plan. Speaking of sleeping…”
She squeaked when he pulled the sheet off them both. Rolling off the bed, he grabbed a lightweight blanket from the chest at the foot of the bed and tossed it over her, then scooped her up in his arms.
“You should take a nap while I go out and rescue the animals from boredom out by the car.” Haydn could easily stay on guard for hours, even in the current temperatures. His thick coat would protect and insulate him with no problem. And the cat was still in a carrier inside the SUV, protected from the cold. But Sophie would want them seen to, and he planned to do everything in his power to eliminate any stress for her while she was with him. “I’ll bring them both inside and get them set up with food and water.”