Page 30 of Rescuing Sophia

Her essence, a delicate mix of flowers and vanilla, fills my nose as I breathe her in deeply. The musky scent of desire and arousal fills the air around us.

Her hands wander over my chest and shoulders, tugging at my shirt. Without breaking our kiss, I quickly remove the offending fabric before returning my attention to Sophia’s lips.

I’m lost in the sensation of our bodies pressed together, skin on skin. Her hands trail down my chest and stomach, reaching the button of my jeans. With practiced ease, she undoes it and slides her hand inside.

My breath hitches as she wraps her hand around me, stroking me slowly. Our tongues dance together as I reach down to return the favor. Sophia gasps into my mouth as I cup her between her legs.

She runs a finger along my length, making me gasp.

She leans in close until our noses are almost touching. “Tell me how to serve you.”

As we lose ourselves in each other, a harrowing truth hits me: this may be the first time I’m with a woman who can handle all of me. The realization is a potent cocktail that pushes me over the edge.

NINE

Sophia

When I wake,Blake’s arm is draped over my waist, his steady breathing tickling the back of my neck. I inhale deeply, savoring his scent—an intoxicating blend of cologne and something uniquely him.

I turn in his arms, studying his face. In sleep, the lines of worry that usually crease his forehead are smooth. My fingers itch to trace the curve of his jaw, but I resist, not wanting to wake him.

As if sensing my gaze, Blake’s eyes slowly open. A smile spreads across his face.

“Morning, beautiful.” He pulls me closer, nuzzling into my hair.

I press a soft kiss to his collarbone. “Sleep well?”

“Better than I have in years.” His fingers trail lazily up and down my spine, leaving goose bumps in their wake.

“I want to talk about last night.” I prop myself up on one elbow, meeting his gaze.

“Having regrets?” His body tenses slightly.

“No.” I shake my head emphatically. “The opposite. You held back—I want more.”

“More?”

“More.”

His eyes darken, but uncertainty flickers across his face. “Sophia, after everything you’ve been through…”

I press a finger to his lips, silencing him. “This isn’t about my past.” I cup his face in my hands. “It’s about us, here and now. I don’t want you to be afraid to take what you need.”

He captures my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t, but pain and pleasure…” How do I tell him what I need? I shift closer, eliminating the space between us. “This is my choice.”

A low rumble escapes his throat. “Do you know what you do to me when you talk like that?” Blake’s free hand cups my cheek, his thumb tracing my lower lip.

“You could show me.” I meet his gaze unflinchingly.

A rough sound rumbles from deep in his chest, and then he yanks me into his lap, where it’s abundantly clear what my words do to him. “We need to set some boundaries first. Safe words. I must know you’ll tell me if anything’s too much.”

“Of course.” Warmth blooms in my chest at his concern.

He doesn’t know how dark I can go. Last night was child’s play compared to what I’ve endured. Not that I want that with him. I’m not insane, but I am a masochist. I always have been, and I crave the control of a dominant man.

His hands settle on my hips. “Promise you’ll be honest. No holding back. If you’re uncomfortable, you tell me.”

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