Page 28 of Don't Leave Me

“Is that what you do all day?” I grin.

“No!” She swats at my chest, but she isn't mad. “I'm in school full time. My dad insists I get a business degree before I open a bakery. He says I need that knowledge before I jump in head first. I take as many credits as they’ll let me so I can finish early.”

“That’s quite impressive. Now, what does my girlfriend want to do for the rest of the night?”

I snake my arm around her waist and tug her against my body. She doesn’t hesitate to loop her arms around my neck and peers up at me with those big blue eyes.

“I don’t care what we do, I just want to spend my night with you… though it’s getting late. Do you have to work tomorrow?”

“Six o’clock in the morning.” I grimace.

“Maybe I should get going then.” No matter what she says, I can tell she doesn’t really want to leave. She wants to be here with me.

“Give me one hour with you. We can talk or watch TV, I don’t care. I just want to spend some alone time with you.”

“Only one hour. I don’t want you tired at work. Something bad could happen to you.”

“Aw, is someone worried about me?” I flash her a grin, trying and failing to tease her.

“Always. I know what Jimmy’s capable of and I don’t want you getting caught in the crosshairs.”

She tugs on the back of my neck, bringing my mouth down to hers. The second our lips touch, I know I'm never going to be able to walk away from this woman. Her fingers thread through the short hair at the base of my neck, massaging my scalp and making it difficult to hold in my groan.

Sophia tilts her head to the side and when I trace my tongue along the seam of her mouth, she happily parts her lips. Her tongue touches mine, gently gliding across it. She somehow tastes like sugar cookies and vanilla, an addicting combination.

My fingers squeeze her waist, I want to slip my hands under the hem of her shirt and feel her bare skin against mine. I want all of her, but I know I can't make this move too quickly. I need to take my time with her. I want a long-term relationship with her, not just one night.

I pull back and rest my forehead against hers. Sophia lets out the softest whimper when I stop kissing her and I swear it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

I take her hand in mine and lead her over to the small couch I have. My entire space is more like an open loft since it’s not divided into separate rooms. I kind of love it this way, but right now I keep thinking about how I’d rather lay in bed with her than sit on a couch.

Settling onto the soft cushions, I stare up at Sophia with a crinkle in my brow. Why isn't she sitting with me? I'm about to ask when she slips her bottom lip between her teeth and nibbles on it gently. She’s thinking about something. Contemplating what she wants to do.

The next thing I know, she’s straddling my lap and her lips are back on mine. Her hands are in my hair, on my chest, and roaming my shoulders. She can't seem to get enough of me.

Finally giving into my craving, I slip my fingers under her shirt and wait to see if she stops me. When she doesn’t, I move them a little higher and grip her waist. I massage her skin, wanting to touch her all over and make her feel good.

“That feels so good,” she moans against my lips. “My muscles have been so tight.”

“I could give you a massage,” I offer, liking the idea more than I care to admit.

She kisses me for another minute before she pulls back and stares down at me.

“Are you any good at it?” She smirks.

“Well, I went through a massage therapy program, then realized most women don’t want to be massaged by a guy. And guysneverwant to be massaged by another man. So, I never did it.” I shrug my shoulders like it’s not a big deal.

“I find it hard to believe women wouldn’t want to be massaged by a man like you.” She drops her gaze to my chest.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I chuckle.

“You’re hot, strong, muscular, everything I’d want in a man touching me.” She peeks up at me through her lashes, nibbling on her bottom lip again.

“I'm glad you think so.” I lift my hand and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, letting my fingers trail over her jaw and down her neck. “Most women are too self-conscious about their bodies though. Or they just hear it’s a male masseur and say no thanks. Either way, I'm not upset. I don’t think I would’ve enjoyed it as a career.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I feel like if I'm touching naked women all day, it would be less special when I touch the woman I love. Or by the time I got home, I wouldn’t want to shower her body with attention. My hands would be tired and I wouldn’t want to neglect her because I was helping other people all day.”

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