Page 6 of Sophia, Property of Tracker

I swallow hard, feeling every inch of my body come to life at his words.

Ryan places his arms around me, pushing me flat against his chest.

“Tell me you want this too,” he whispers, his lips only inches away. He leans down and bites on my bottom lip, then sucks it, pulls back, and lets it go with a pop.

“I… ah…”

“What do you want, Sophia? I need you to tell me.”

My eyes focus on his lips.

What do I want?

How can I tell him what I want? I know what I want, and that’s him naked in my room. My cheeks heat with my thoughts, and he smirks as if knowing exactly what I am thinking.

His warm breath brushes my skin when he whispers in my ear, “I’m waiting.”

I squeeze my thighs together as an almost unbearable ache begins between them. He steps back and slowly removes his jacket, then he places it on the back of the kitchen chair. His hands rest on his hips, and he stands there waiting for my answer.

My eyes focus on the bulge between his thighs, and my mouth suddenly feels dry. He wants me, and that thought makes me feel all giddy inside.

It’s been months since I’ve had sex, and goddamn, I’m in desperate need of some.

“I’m waiting,” he repeats.

Suddenly, unable to stand the intimacy between us, I try for a different subject. “Did you want a drink?” I ask, quickly busying myself as I open the refrigerator and search for the beer I bought earlier. “I have beer.”

“Like I said, the only thing I want isyou.”

His warmth is at my back, and I know he’s close again. As I stand there, I fully squeeze my eyes shut, then open them again and face him. He’s so close.

Come on, Sophia, you can say it. Just tell him to fuck you.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” I tease, smirking.

He leans behind me and shuts the refrigerator door, and then places his hands on either side of it, caging me in. The scent of clean soap along with sandalwood and musk reaches my senses, and without thinking, I place both my hands behind his neck and smash my lips to his.What is wrong with me?This man has me doing all kinds of things—things I would never do on my own accord.

He pulls back, and I protest with a groan, not wanting to separate our lips. He smirks.

Damn him. He knows what he’s doing to me. He has me burning from the inside out.

“I want you, Soph, and by the way your body is responding to mine, I’d say you want me too. So how about we take this to your room?”

I don’t reply because, if I am honest, I have no words.

I open my mouth to talk but then shut it again.

“Just nod if you want this.”

Nodding my head quickly, he reaches down, grabs my hand, and begins walking us through the hallway.

Ryan looks back at me, asking, “Which room is yours?”

“This way,” I reply, taking the lead and moving into my bedroom.

As we enter, he lets go of my hand and watches me with hooded eyes. “Undress for me,” he says, in a low demanding voice.

He’s in control, and I like that. I like a man who takes control because I have no idea what I’m doing.

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