Page 90 of Trying Sophie

“Do what?” I asked, even as I knew I should just go.

Begging for an explanation made me the type of woman I never wanted to be. Not again. But I couldn’t help myself.

His eyes finding mine, he cleared his throat and said, “Intimacy. Tenderness. Whatever you want to call it, I don’t do it.”

You asked, my bitchy sub-conscious drawled. What did you expect him to say?

Whatever he must have seen on my face made him wince and he clenched his fists between his knees and dropped his head forward.

“But when I had you in my arms, I couldn’t stop thinking what a lucky fucking bastard I was and how I never wanted to let you go. I wanted to throw you onto your back and fill you up, inch by inch, as I made you mine. And when it hit me that I had my cock inside of you, bare, I felt powerful. Strong. Because in that moment I knew no man would touch you again as long as I lived.”

He raised his head and I gasped at what I saw.

“You’re mine Sophie.”

His confession left me breathless. Wordless. Astounded. Terrified.

All those emotions must have shown on my face because he smiled sadly and shook his head.

“Yeah, it scared the fuck out of me too. That’s why I pushed you away.”

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