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  “Slow down,” he said, looking her in the eye.

  She shook her curls from side to side. “Now.”

  “If we go too fast it could hurt you, and I still need to get a condom.”

  She watched his expression freeze before his forehead hit the pillow beside her head. He must not be prepared.

  “Good,” she giggled, trying to move her legs to the side. He was so militant about using protection she knew he was safe, and besides, she wanted it to be different for him too.

  He pinned her harder to the bed. “Don’t you dare flip me.”

  “Don’t you dare back out on me again.” The way he was holding her down should have scared her. Her arms were stretched above her head, his shins pinning her parted legs on the mattress. But all she could think of was if it weren’t for the unneeded layer of clothing, he could be inside her in seconds. Hell, she could probably manage the act herself by distracting him with a kiss and tilting her hips upwards.

  “I promise you won’t mind a bit.” He bent, kissing her neck but not trusting her enough to give her an inch.

  “I’ll just wait until you’re asleep,” she said breathily, trying not to moan at the exquisite torture he was ravishing on her neck.

  The light reflecting into the room off the water sparkled in his eyes. “You wouldn’t dare,” he said between clenched teeth. She felt his hands tighten around hers as she arched her back.

  He wanted her as much as she wanted him. She could see it in his eyes, feel it in the air in the room. “I’m going to have you. Tonight.” She held his gaze.

  His head shook slowly from side to side. “That’s a lot of bravado from a woman pinned to my bed.”

  “You can let go. I’m not leaving.” Without letting up his hold, he kissed her again, forcing her to remember who was really in charge. For all her bold words she was completely at his mercy. When he kissed her like that, deep and full and hungry it was even up to him just when she could breathe.

  He had full possession of her mouth, nibbling and sucking until she purred like a kitten. She didn’t even care she’d lost whatever control she had, that they were now moving on his timeline. She only cared that he continue to taste and taunt her. Because she was painfully close. If he would only brush against her once she would be there.

  She tried to arch up, but he pressed her back down. With her arms pinned, she couldn’t even reach between them and take care of herself. She whimpered as his tongue worked slow circles down her neck.

  “Please, just touch me.”

  He grinned up at her wickedly. “So soon?”

  She nodded furiously, biting her lip.

  He laughed, he actually laughed as he held her down, torturing her more with his evil tongue. Their size difference was being used against her now, as his impossibly long arms still anchored hers over her head while he tugged down the cups of her bra with his teeth. She could see her pink buds standing at attention. Arousal so deep it was almost painful.

  She watched her nipple disappear in his mouth with one long pull. As his tongue flicked across the tip she felt her vision blur and closed her eyes, riding out the sensation as stars prickled the backs of her eyelids. Her body was not her own as she absorbed the pleasure he had offered up. Every nerve was firing. It was as if she could feel him everywhere all at once.

  When her eyelids finally fluttered open, she realized her arms were at her sides, her bra undone and loose on her belly as he lapped at her other nipple. Ridding herself of the garment, she threaded her fingers in his hair as he worked her nipples more and more.

  She could feel herself slick with wetness. She remembered how he had liked to watch her before and slid her hand inside her pants. Her fingers rubbed at the smooth folds as he sucked and nibbled harder. Sliding her pants and thong down her hips, she kicked them to the floor, giving him a better view of her ministrations. She could feel the pressure building again, but she wanted to wait for him this time.

  Slowing down, she dragged her wet fingers up over her belly. Kissing his way between her breasts he grabbed her retreating hand, placing an open mouthed kiss on her palm that sent shivers to the base of her spine. As she watched, he drew her wet finger into his mouth with one hard pull. Breath stuttered in her throat at the building sensation. She couldn’t wait. Running her fingers through his hair, she tried to pull him up to her as he kissed his way down her belly.

  “Now. Please, I just need to feel you inside me.”

  “You have to let me. I need to taste you.”

  “Later, please.”

  “Later you’ll taste like me.”

  She moaned at the thought, her blood pumping even thicker at the thought of him filling her. She couldn’t control her body, her back arching wildly as his tongue pressed against her. She was thankful for his hands on her buttocks, pulling her open, anchoring her down.

  His tongue made one long wet pass from her entrance to her clit that sent her soaring. As his lips focused their attentions, she felt her muscles begin to spasm. She could feel him slip a finger inside of her, curling it upward and coaxing her climax to go on and on. Breath escaped her, as the only thing that mattered was the next contraction of her muscles. He removed his finger, allowing her to come back down and oxygen to once more flood her brain. She needed him now—soon—before she was too far gone to notice.

  After kissing his way back up her body, he pushed up, his large frame looming over her. Reaching her hand up, she brought his mouth down to hers in search of the taste of her he had talked about. Wrapping one leg around his back she arched herself up.

  “Sophie, wait,” he said breaking the kiss.

  Her heart stopped. He was not going to say no again. She wrapped her other leg around his back lifting her hips completely off the bed and anchoring herself to him.

  She felt his fingers in her hair as his kind brown eyes looked into hers.

  “Promise me you’ll tell me if I hurt you.”

  “You won’t,” she said in relief.

  “Promise me,” he said, lowering his body until her hips again met the mattress.

  “I promise,” she whispered.

  Closing her eyes, she pressed against him, feeling his thumb spreading her lips and his impossibly large member rubbing between them, soaking up her wetness. She should be afraid, nervous, anything but the tightening she was feeling deep in her belly again. It was more than from the stroking of his fingers, the pressure of his cock as he slid against her, the tip of him finding the tip of her. It was the realization that soon they would finally be one.

  Very soon, she realized as the swollen head of him pressed against her opening. Splaying her hips wider, she thrust up, pushing him further inside. His hand moved to her hip, holding her back.

  She opened her eyes and studied the concentration on his face as he inched in frustratingly slowly. The initial sting melted into a stretched fullness, warming her from head to toe. He was there with her, inside her, filling her completely. It was sensation overload as all of the blood in her body traveled to the source of her pleasure. So close. Closing her eyes, she lived the feeling completely.

  She could feel the fire of pleasure and rising passion burning inside, her muscles tightening around him. And yet he remained stoically, perfectly still.

  “David, please,” she whispered, offering her hips up to help him begin the motion.

  He brushed his lips against her temple. “Just a second. I’m not sure if I can.”

  “I’m close,” she whispered, running a hand down the planes of his chest.

  His eyes flew open. “Promise?” he growled.

  She only got to nod once before his downward thrust smacked into her body, pressing her against the bed. His strokes came at her now, fast and hard as she rose to meet every one. She bit her lip, forcing herself to wait for him though she could feel the dam starting to overflow. She heard her moans echo through the quiet room, mirroring David’s panting breaths.

  Not able to hold back any longer the d
am broke and she could feel her own juices start to flow. His insistent rhythm forced her spasms to continue, drawing them out longer and longer until she thought she might pass out from the sheer intensity.

  She was terrified she might have to tell him to stop, might not be able to before she blacked out into oblivion. His rhythm slowed and she could actually feel jets of warm liquid streaming into her body. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she brought him to her, crushing her breathless body with his. She lay under him with her eyes closed, enjoying this intense sensation she was feeling for the first time in her life.

  ———

  David hated it when women asked to cuddle after. It was just too intimate. But it physically hurt when Sophie rolled away. He rolled closer and wrapped his body around hers. She was curled into a ball, so small that when he wrapped around her, her feet came to his knees. “Sophie?”

  She rolled into him, burying her body in his. He felt the cool wetness of her hot tears against his chest. “Oh, no. Sophie, I hurt you. I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me?”

  She looked up at him, her big blue eyes wide and surprisingly clear as she tried to force a smile. “You didn’t hurt me, not even a little.”

  “Then why the tears?” His hands framed her heart-shaped face.

  “I’m just on emotional overload right now. Post-coital bliss and all that.”

  He wiped another tear with his thumb. “You don’t have to be brave Sophie. I’m sorry. You just have to tell me when it feels—”

  She silenced his mouth with her finger. “I can’t tell you how I feel. You won’t let me.” Her voice was a rough whisper against the silence. He watched two more teardrops erupt from her eyes as she closed them. His breath caught as he watched them roll down her pink cheeks and onto his hands.

  Her mouth found his without looking. She kissed him wet and hungry, deep and demanding as she rolled on top of him. She laced her fingers through his and brought their hands to the side.

  Butterflies in Flight he realized too late. “Sophie, we shouldn’t.”

  He thought it would be too soon. For him, for her. But she seemed to communicate with his body better than he did. He hadn’t even realized he was ready again until he felt her body sliding against his, the sweat from their last mingling helping her to glide across him. He remembered how this felt the first time, with all their clothes on and a room full of people watching.

  He hadn’t imagined it right. There was a gracefulness to the position he hadn’t fathomed. It wasn’t mechanical at all.

  The feel of her breasts pressing against his chest as she rocked was amazing. He could open his eyes and watch the swell of them as she moved, aligning their bodies. Watching her, he could feel his own need growing. The need to be back inside her, to be back in the one place where they made perfect sense.

  “David,” she whispered as the head of him finally kissed her, finding her wet and ready. It almost hurt to look into her eyes as she bit her lip and slid him inside of her. He wondered if she could see as deep into his soul as he saw into hers at this moment. This was how it was meant to be. A man and a woman and a feeling bigger than either of them.

  He might not have heard her I love you, but he felt it.

  ———

  Sophie was here, still here in his bed. Though to be fair, with the hold he had on her she couldn’t have moved if she’d wanted to. He had her pinned to the mattress with his arm and thigh. He pulled back slightly. He must be crushing her.

  His mind was still groggy from sleep as he began to realize everything that had transpired. It hadn’t been a dream, or she wouldn’t be here. And it hadn’t been just sex. No, that would have been too simple. He’d made love with this woman over and over. He closed his eyes against what that meant.

  It wasn’t ever like this. When he came, he usually felt like he was letting go, falling apart for a brief second. This felt like holding on, and coming together forever. Sex usually left him sated yet energized. This, whatever it was, had him hungering for more.

  He had to think, and to think this early in the morning he needed coffee. Slowly, he released her, turning to the opposite side of the bed.

  “Don’t move.” Her voice was thick and gravelly from sleep. She reached out and pulled him closer. “I’ll freeze to death if you leave.”

  He chuckled and held her close. She was hardly cold. He gave her a squeeze and prepared to make his exit again. She grabbed his arm and looked up at him.

  “You’re trying to kill me. It’s freezing in this place.”

  “I need caffeine or I can’t function.” He rolled out of bed and strolled into the kitchen. For the first time he realized how cold tile felt in the morning, how drafty the condo could seem. Maybe she really was cold. Once the coffee machine was on he crept back to the bedroom, wishing he had spare blankets somewhere so she wouldn’t feel the chill in the air.

  Sophie was tucked beneath the comforter; David could only see her hair from the doorway. Not wanting to wake her if she’d been able to fall back asleep, he turned to go.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, tossing the covers back.

  David groaned at the sight of her wearing nothing but his white T-shirt, so long it covered to mid thigh and her shoulder almost peeking out the neck. She’d put it on sometime early this morning, the skin-to-skin contact between them had kept either of them from sleeping.

  One knee pressed on the bed as he bent down. With her curls tumbling about and her eyes still heavy lidded from sleep he’d never in his life seen anyone so beautiful. He dipped his head, kissing the expanse of skin at her neck that should have been covered by the shirt. He moaned, laying her back down on the bed. And he thought he had wanted her badly last night.

  “I thought you needed caffeine,” she giggled, pulling the blankets over the top of them.

  “I need you,” he whispered against her skin as he lifted the hem of the shirt.

  “Enough to turn up the heat in here?”

  He doubted the pearled nipples beneath his hands were the result of the temperature. “I’ll keep you warm.”

  ———

  David should have started sleeping with Sophie a month ago. He accomplished more in the half day he’d been at work than in the entire week. And it wasn’t because there were fewer people to interrupt him on a Saturday. He was just finally able to focus.

  He was relieved his acquisitions director had come in. He’d been avoiding going over the building proposals, and having him there to answer questions streamlined the process. After deciding together which building to pursue in Seattle, David thought of another project.

  “I want to get in on the Pearl District. Not having a gym there is noticeable. We looked at going in when the city was restructuring the area, but the rents were too high to hit our usual margin. It would be costly to buy in, but I think with the success of the other acquisitions behind us, we’ll get the board to sign off on it.” A shot of glee rushed through his veins. He didn’t really need their approval. He still wasn’t used to the power of majority ownership.

  “We’ll get to work on it. Did you have a building in mind already?”

  The building Working It Out was in would be a good investment. He’d always thought it was a great location. But the real estate division of SGI was based on having Strong Gyms as the anchor of the building, not a rival women’s club. David shook his head, deciding to let the team do what they did best and bring him the best options.

  “We’ll research it and I’ll have a report back to you by the middle of the week.” David shook the man’s hand as he walked him out the door of his office. Turning around, David looked at his office as if it were the first time. It was empty. He needed to get some pictures, or art, or something. Something to make it look like he did more than just work.

  His father’s office next door was cluttered with photos. He didn’t want it to look like that, but something would be nice. David made his way into his father’s office. Flipping on the light, h
e was not at all surprised Lance hadn’t touched a thing yet. The deep green walls absorbed the light, making the snapshots on the walls seem to glow as if backlit.

  Tessa had redecorated the office completely when she took over as Lance’s assistant. The pictures all hung in matching dark wood frames, arranged artfully. The effect was warm and inviting. David wondered what Lance was going to do with them all. Most of the photos were copies of those hanging on the walls at home.

  Tessa arranged the photos by subject. One arrangement was largely she and Lance together. Another block was vacation photos. Kelly dominated the wall by the bathroom. David stepped behind his father’s desk and examined the wall where pictures of him filled the space.

  There was the gratuitous bathtub shot, first day of school, Little League, a portrait of him and Lance in tuxedos. He looked about ten. Must have been when Lance married Gretchen. There was him and Craig at graduation, a snapshot of them from Greece, him and Lance the day Kelly was born. His heart stopped on the faded eight by ten in the center.

  There weren’t many pictures of his mother, so he knew this one by heart. His father stood behind her, wrapping his hands over her swollen belly, both of them smiling like fools. Her blonde hair long and loose like women wore it back then. He plopped down in the desk chair and stared at her smile. Did she know she’d be dead within a week? That it could all be over that quickly?

  “You should take them.” A voice jolted him back to the present. Tessa stood in the doorway with a rolling cart and lidded storage boxes. Her long black hair hung in a sheet down her back. “I’ll have someone from facilities move them over to your office.”

  David met her almond-eyed gaze and wondered why she had chosen to clean out the office on a Saturday. No matter what Sophie had found, or what his father had confessed to, he still didn’t trust Tessa with anything.

  “Dad with you?” he asked, rising.

  Tessa shook her head, pushing the cart toward the vacation collection. Her head was still moving as she turned back to him. “I’m just here to collect some pictures to decorate with at his retirement party.”