Page 68 of Trying Sophie

“I thought there was no us,” I corrected, my heartbeat accelerating.

“There isn’t.”

“You just said there is.”

I raised my eyes from her lips and captured her gaze, saw her lust reflected back at me.

She swallowed and took a deep breath.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” she breathed out.

“Do I?”

Our chemistry was explosive and if she just let herself explore it, she wouldn’t be talking about there not being an “us.” I wasn’t looking for a promise of forever; I only wanted to be with her while she was here. Why couldn’t she just enjoy our attraction? Enjoy me?

I angled my head and roved my eyes over her body like she’d done to me.

After a few beats, I said, “Okay, no touching, no kissing. But you can’t stop me from wanting those things, and I think deep down you want them too. So I won’t break your rules but you can guarantee I’m going to try like hell to get you to break them instead.”

I stood, putting the bulge in my pants on display. I glanced down, admired it for a moment, and then looked up to find her staring at my package.

Satisfied this attraction was a two-way street, I smiled smugly and asked, “What time should I pick you up?”

Her head shot up for a moment before her eyes flicked back down and studied me greedily.

Finally she dragged them back up, taking her time. When she came to my face, she lingered over my lips a few moments before meeting my stare.

Oh, she wanted me all right.

“Ten o’clock sound good?”

“Ten it is,” I answered with a nod. “Dress warm.”

“See you tomorrow then,” she said, her voice breathy with desire.

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