Page 90 of The Proposal Pact
“What?”
“I forgot to grab my clothes from their house. There’s no way I’m not going back there. So, I guess I’ll just go buy some in the morning.” I sigh.
“No need,” Sophie says.
“What do you mean?”
“I texted Julie while we were driving. They’ll drop some off for you tonight.”
I stare at her in bewilderment. In awe. She did that? She was thinking about me after that shit-show of a dinner? After the things my mom said when I knew how much she wanted to make a good impression. How important this was for her.
At the end she still worried about me and my needs? When I did nothing to deserve it!
Where the hell did this girl come from? With all her color, sass, unique kind of beauty and the biggest heart that she so willingly shares with the world. With me…
Completely overwhelmed with the sudden rush of emotions, I take a quick long step toward her, erasing all distance between us until Sophie’s back was against the wall, her wide, expressive eyes, watching me.
“Clover? What are you—” Her question gets cut off when I slide my hands over her face, cupping it from both sides and kiss her, crushing my lips against hers in that overwhelming need. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I realize I’m not acting rational and that I’m not supposed to do it, but none of that matters in this moment.
Sophie tenses, her arms going up in what I assume is awhat the hellgesture but that lasts all of a second before I drag my tongue across her lips, parting them, and she allows it, releasing a small moan into my mouth, and I feel her rise on her tiptoes to get more as I get lost in her taste.
I didn’t like kissing. Didn’t do it for over sixteen years, yet her lips, her taste, are like an addiction that draws me in more and more with each time.
I slide my hands from her face toward her neck, gripping it hard as our kiss grows in its ferociousness, until I lace my fingers through those short soft brown strands as I grip them tight, holding Sophie’s head at her nape and angling her mouth just right.
Her arms that tried to fight this earlier are now on my biceps, holding tight, digging into my flesh before she laces them behind my neck and pulls herself up, climbing me like that little monkey until she winds her legs around my waist. Instantly, I catch her, one of my hands releasing her hair to grab a handful of her ass in support and press her further into the wall. And into my ragingly hard cock.
Another moan…mewl…groan from those sweet lips makes it into mine, and I no longer know where her lips begin and mine end.
I want more. I need more. My palm squeezing her supple ass cheek as she clings to me harder, and I shift her over my length, grindingher covered pussy into it and drawing my mouth to hers even closer when there’s already no room left between us, but not close enough.
Bed…we need—
“Sophie? Callum? It’s us, open up.”
Both of us stop at the sound of my sister’s voice, pulling away from each other's lips for just a breaths length as we both try to catch our breath. Our eyes locked in a million silent conversations.
Another knock sounds at the front door.
And the reality crashes into me like a bucket of ice. I was kissing my wife. Myfakewife.
Fuck!
I drop my arm from her ass, unwinding the one from her hair as she releases my waist and slides down onto the floor. Neither of us uttering a single word.
With a quick shake to her hair, Sophie walks over to the front door, opening it. “Hey, sorry,” she says, her tone still slightly breathless and I catch the happy glint in my little sister’s eyes. There’s no doubt she knows what kept us so busy we couldn’t open the door right away.
“Oh, that’s all right. You are newlyweds, we get it.” Julie winks, sauntering in with a small bag of my belonging as Griffin follows her with a much larger and much heavier box behind his pregnant wife.
“How is it that I always get roped into moving boxes for your guys’ family?” Griff whines, setting the box on the floor and then lifts his narrowing eyes to mine.
“What?” I ask.
“You’re not going to come back at me with any of your sarcastic, snarky remarks about this being my family and that I got myself into this by being a traitor and more along the line?”
I shrug. “See, you already know it all, why waste my breath.”
“Damn, Sophie, what have you done to the grumpy asshole to make him speechless?” Griffin chuckles, and with the corner of my eye, I catch Sophie biting her lower, kiss-swollen lip, trying to hide a smile.
