“I love being short,” she murmured as he walked toward the stairs. “I’ve never figured out what tall girls do with their excess body parts.”
Reede could have told her but at the moment he couldn’t seem to remember.
“You smell good,” she said. As he went up the stairs, her lips were on his neck. “Smell good. Taste good. What about your inner self?”
Reede chuckled. “Better since I met you.” He carried her down the hall to the bedroom, bent, and put her on the bed. She instantly turned to her side and went back to sleep.
He stood there for a moment, looking at her curled up, her jeans curving around her bottom, her pink shirt clinging to her upper half. She was shaped like an hourglass, a throwback to a time when women wore corsets to give themselves a twenty-inch waist. But Sophie didn’t need a corset to get that figure. Even in modern clothes of jeans and a T-shirt she showed off her roundness top and bottom, with her tiny waist in the middle.
Right now he should leave her. He should close the door and let her sleep, but it wasn’t going to be easy. He wanted to snuggle up next to her, wanted to make love to her. Wanted to—She turned over, her face toward his. Without opening her eyes she lifted her arms to him. It was all the invitation he needed.
Instantly he was in bed with her, his arms, even his legs around her.
“I missed you so much today,” he said as he kissed her neck, her face. Her clothes began to come off. “I want you with me all the time. Forever.”
She didn’t answer, just arched her body against his, enjoying his hands, his lips, his words.
It took him only seconds and she was nude. It was erotic for her to be naked and feel her skin against his clothes, as though they were doing something illicit, almost illegal.
She kept her eyes closed as he kissed her breasts, his big, hard hands on her waist, his thumbs caressing her stomach.
“Sophie, you are so beautiful. I’ve never seen a woman as perfect as you.”
She couldn’t help smiling. His lips went lower and lower and when his tongue touched the center of her, her eyes opened in shock. This was new to her, something she’d never experienced before, and it didn’t take long before wave after wave of passion went through her.
He brought his face back up to hers. “Okay?” he whispered.
“I never . . . No one ever before has . . . ”
“Yeah?” he said. “I like being the first.”
“You’re the first at a lot of things,” she whispered, her hand on his cheek. She could feel the whiskers, that oh so masculine symbol. She kissed him, felt the whiskers under her tongue.
“I think we should share,” she said as she lowered her hand to between his legs. He was ready for her, but she meant to take her time. Button and zipper came open quickly and when she put her hand on his hot skin, he groaned, his head back in the ecstasy of her touch.
She liked having this power over him, liked feeling this large man become hers. His trousers easily slipped off and she felt his skin against hers. Hot, rampant with desire.
For all that receiving pleasure was new to her, the giving of it wasn’t. Her lips moved downward slowly, taking her time, her hand lightly caressing him, her thumbs playing along his thighs.
“Sophie,” he whispered as she took him in her mouth.
After they’d both found release they could take their time in the joy of discovery of each other’s bodies. Caressing, touching, kissing, exploring. It took them a long time until they’d worked to fever pitch and could no longer hold back. Reede lowered her to the bed, onto her back, but Sophie laughed and pushed him down.
“Have your way with me,” he said, sounding as though he was submitting to her greater power.
Sophie gave a villainous laugh as she moved on top of him, then lowered herself, both of them groaning in pleasure. “Shall I shape you into a giraffe? Or a bear?” she said as she began to move on him. “Or a hawk to match your eyes?”
His hands were on her waist, holding her, guiding. “Sophie, my love, you can do anything you want to me.”
Their lovemaking was slow, languorous, sensual. They held back as long as they could, extending their pleasure as long as possible.
But soon they built to a pitch and Reede pushed Sophie onto her back, her legs wrapped round him. They came together in a blaze of ecstasy, then held each other tightly, neither wanting to let go.
“Sophie,” Reede whispered into her ear and the way he said her name seemed to say it all. They clung to each other, naked skin together, warm, glowing.
It was the growling of Reede’s stomach that pulled them apart.
“Food is the only thing that takes a man away from lust,” Sophie said.