Page 160 of Trying Sophie

“I have to tell you,” I started to say, before she placed her finger over my mouth.

“Shh, you don’t have to tell me. I already know.”

“But I do,” I managed to get out as my body began to tingle, the sensations starting deep in my belly and building outward. “I need you to know …” I bit out as shivers ran up my spine and the hair on the back of my neck stood on end, the pressure building until I couldn’t hold it back anymore. “You’re it for me Soph. You’re all I need.”

All at once, my orgasm shot through me, blazing a white hot trail from my cock to my heart and then to my head, and I knew in a flash of blinding clarity that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Sophie.

“You’re the one,” I affirmed as I pushed into her one final time.

I just prayed she felt the same.

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Sophie

We strolledalong in companionable silence, my hand clasped in Declan’s, each lost in our thoughts. As I’d driven here, I’d wondered what our reunion would be like, but none of the scenarios I imagined had come close to reality. I’d never done anything like what had just occurred but being near Declan turned me into a whole different person, someone who threw caution to the wind, a woman whose passion and desire over-rid her good sense. And the craziest thing of all? I loved who I became when I was with him.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, surprising me out of my thoughts.

My brow furrowed, I asked, “What for?”

“For back there.” He notched his head in the direction we’d come from. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Oh yes you absolutely should have,” I laughed, assuring him I was perfectly fine with what had taken place. “That was …” I trailed off, my words insufficient.

How did you describe something so completely wild and raw and uninhibited in a way that didn’t make it sound trite or banal? There were only so many times and so many ways a woman could say, “I’ve never felt anything like that before” without wondering if she’d ever felt anything, period.

And that was the point I’d come to now, pondering how I’d gone my whole existence feeling only half alive. Because what I felt for Declan—how I felt with him—that was living life to its fullest. I couldn’t imagine going back to the woman I’d been before. Which is how I knew I’d made the right decision coming here tonight.

Reaching the gate to his front yard, Declan stepped aside to let me enter. “It was disrespectful. You deserve better.”

I stopped and peered at him, considering his words and disgusted tone. “Disrespectful how?”

“That’s how …” he started to say but then stopped. Running his hands roughly through his hair, they caught on the band holding it back and he swore. “Shit, I forgot about this thing. I need to cut it off.”

I tilted my head and took in his changed appearance. I couldn’t be sure if it was the street light, but his skin looked sallow and there were dark circles under his eyes. His cheekbones were more pronounced and his suit fit him looser than the jeans and leather jacket I was used to seeing him in. While the new pony tail and extra scruff worked on him, otherwise he looked haggard. Aoife’s dire warnings came back to me and I wondered if he’d been worse off than she knew.

“I like it,” I said, running my fingertips along his stubbled cheek before dropping my hand to my side. “I think you should keep the hair and the beard. I can’t wait to feel it between my thighs.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his eyes sparking with heat.

“Yeah,” I confirmed. “And do you know what else I think?”

He shook his head and stepped closer. “Tell me.”

“I think you’re berating yourself for something we both enjoyed. I mean, I assume you enjoyed it too?”

“Yes,” he answered, taking a step away and hanging his head in shame. “And that’s the problem.”

“How so?”

“I shouldn’t do that with you.”

“I’m not following,” I replied, completely lost.

“Fucking you up against a wall like that, in the middle of the road where anyone could see.”

“I was right there with you. I asked you to,” I reminded him, placing my hand on his forearm and giving it a soft squeeze.

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