“Shane,” Sofia moans as I turn and press her against the side of the car.
“Don’t think,” I hiss and capture her pink lips with mine.
My tongue traces along the seam of her lips and the moment she sighs, I push my advantage and capture her in an all-consuming kiss that has my toes curling. Our tongues slide together, deepening the kiss. Sofia slides her fingers through my hair, keeping my mouth on hers as she moans.
With this bombshell in my arms, I’m losing control, I’m used to always being in control. Right now as I have her pliant and needing in my arms, I don’t actually give a shit.
Her hips frantically rub against my cock, se
nding my arousal into a frenzy of need. I’m not going to be able to stop any damn thing if I don’t get control. Right now.
Breaking from the kiss with great reluctance, my gaze caresses over Sofia’s aroused face and I groan, my cock jerking hard behind my zipper. The withering of her body in my arms isn’t helping to put the fire in my groin out.
Wanting just one touch, I slip a hand between us, up her dress and rub the seam of her wet panties. Heaven. Her eyes don’t leave my face while her body stills but her breathing becomes even heavier.
Holding her gaze, I slip a finger into her little panties and fight not to come at the feel of her arousal against my searching finger. She’s wet, swollen, and warm. Her hands flutter and finally grip my shoulders when I nudge against the hard bud between her legs.
“Sofia, open your eyes. I need you to look at me as I slip my finger into you.” My dick is about to burst out of my pants to sample what my finger is currently feeling.
Her eyes snap open and start to roll again when I circle the entrance to her snug channel, and then the moment I slip a digit inside and rub her clit, she explodes.
The tight clamp of her pussy around my finger, the way she throws her head back and writhes in ecstasy, the wild woman in my arms causes me to come in my pants, panting like crazy.
Breathing heavily, I rest my forehead against Sofia’s and hold her gaze while our breathing slows and it sinks in for us both, that we more or less had sex at the back of her place of work in broad daylight. I still can’t bring myself to move away from her as I slowly withdraw my hand from her panties.
Sofia watches every move I make and her eyes darken with arousal when I lick my finger clean of her release. “You taste good,” I whisper into her ear. “The next time I make you come will be with my face between your legs, and you’ll scream my name. Once I’ve had you in my mouth, I’m going to put my cock inside you and slowly…very slowly…make love to you, over and over again until we pass out with pleasure.”
“God,” she moans. “I’m not like this.” I hear fear in her voice so reluctantly; I straighten her clothing and give her a soft kiss on her nose.
“Believe it or not, but neither am I.” I move and kiss her lips. “Please have dinner with me, Sofia? The chemistry is too strong between us to be ignored.”
She turns worried eyes up to mine. “I don’t want to be used.” She straightens her spine. “This can’t ever happen again.”
“Sofia—”
“I’m busy.” She runs back into the bakery and I’m left at my car with an uncomfortable mess in my pants, wondering what the hell I’m doing.
Something I do know is that I’m not using her.
Of course she’d think I only wanted to sate my lust for her, and in the beginning that was true.
I’m afraid Sofia McKenzie is going to become important to me.
3
Sofia
“What am I doing?” I mutter at my reflection in the full-length mirror.
My palms feel sweaty and my heart is franticly beating behind my breastbone as I try and get over my anxiety.
Shane is persistent and after this afternoon, I’m not surprised. My body was saying one thing while my head was saying something else entirely. I really do want to be with him, but I’m afraid. Not just because I don’t want to be used, but also because my heart is already involved. It has been from the first moment we met. I don’t have any experience at being with a man and Shane is a powerful one, who isn’t afraid of anything. He certainly isn’t afraid of telling me what he wants me to do to him, or what he wants to do to me.
Part of the attraction is his confidence and the take-charge attitude that comes across with just one glance from his dark eyes.
Nerves flutter in my belly while I’m grabbing a jacket and my car keys. Am I making a mistake going to his home? Is he going to think I no longer mind being used? It’s much more than that and I’m not sure where my own confidence has come from tonight. I have to do this though. I have to take a chance for once in my life. I mean, anything to do with cooking and the bakery then I have abundance of confidence, but my personal life not so much.
Pulling my apartment door closed, I quickly make it to my car and out of the underground lot and into the miserable night. Rain pounds down as I drive out of the city, focusing my concentration until I slow at the turning onto Shane’s property.