Chapter Eleven
Elijah
Sophia pulling me into her room surprised me, and I stumbled. My arms instinctively went around her as I stepped back, so I wouldn’t fall on her, and I hit the door. I heard it close behind me, and went still. In a second, the realization that we were alone in Sophia’s room hit me, and I stiffened. I looked down at Sophia, and my hands tightened where I had them on her waist.
“Sophia…” I said her name, my voice husky as my eyes went half-lidded.
I’d wanted to kiss her for a while now. When I got her to relax around me, it was easy enough to be distracted. Everything about her drew me in. her long, brown hair and green eyes, the way her face would darken in a blush. And especially when she laughed. It felt like my heart would stop. I felt like I’d only really seen her this afternoon, though I’d known her distantly for more than a year.
“If I asked you to kiss me,” she whispered. “Would you say no?”
My hands flexed on her waist, and I pulled her a little closer, so the fronts of our bodies touched. Her soft breasts were pressed against my chest, lighting my body up, and my eyes dropped to her mouth.
“I’ve wanted to for a while now, actually,” I admitted. “Are you sure about this, though?”
She tilted her head up and puckered her lips a little as she gave a small nod. My lips tilted up at the edges in slight amusement, but the growing heat faded quickly. Carefully, I lowered my head and watched as Sophia’s eyes fluttered closed. I closed my own eyes and pressed my lips to hers softly. One of my hands slid up her back to her nape, and I held her steady as I moved my lips against hers, adding a bit of pressure. The ha
nd I still had around her waist circled her, and I brought her even closer to my chest.
Sophia made a whimpering sound in the back of her throat as she kissed back. Her movements were a little clumsy, but so eager, making me growl as I held her so tightly, I worried I’d hurt her, but I didn’t let her go either. I felt her hands on my chest, then sliding up around my neck. Her hand clenched in my hair and tugged.
I pulled away when I needed to breathe, and Sophia gasped in a breath herself.
“Wow,” she murmured.
I chuckled, surprised. “You’ve kissed before, haven’t you?”
She chewed down on her lip, attracting my gaze. “I’ve done all that stuff before. It…wasn’t done well? From what I’ve heard, anyway.”
That caught my attention, and I narrowed my eyes on hers. It was easy enough to figure what she meant when her face twisted a little.
“You mean that ex of yours, right?”
She nodded slowly.
I had never wanted to beat someone up so badly before, and especially someone I’d never even met. I wondered how far the two of them had gone and how badly that bastard ruined Sophia for relationships. Sophia hadn't explicitly said it, but I figured they must have had sex. It left her disillusioned, which meant the guy was either terrible, or he didn’t even try to make it good for her.
“Are you sure this is safe?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.
She visibly startled. “W-what do you mean?”
“I mean, you dragged me into your room, and I’m kissing you,” I murmured, leaning closer to do just that, though it was only a peck on her lips, our gazes never leaving each other. “Sophia, you need to know I won’t be able to stop if we keep this up, right?”
“It’s fine,” she whispered her breath hitching, fingers tightening against my scalp, in my hair, tugging on it slightly.
She seemed to love doing that, and I thought keeping my hair a little long wasn’t all that terrible.
“If you regret this tomorrow…”
She pushed herself up and pressed her lips against mine. I took it as I didn’t have to control myself anymore, and kissed back, hard. I nudged at her lips with my tongue until she opened for me, and deepened the kiss, my fingers digging into her back a little when she mirrored it with a moan of her own.
I walked us back toward the bed. It was so conveniently there; it would be a waste not to take advantage of it. When we hit the edge of it, I pulled away to take my shoes off; then I was kissing her again as I wrapped my arms around her. I held her carefully, planted a knee on the edge of the bed, and lowered us both down with my body pressing down on hers. She crawled back, and I moved on my knees, so we were properly on the bed. I kneed her thighs apart then lowered gently into space between.
“Clothes off,” I half growled, half pled against her mouth. “Do you mind?”
She shook her head, and I pulled away from her again, kneeling above her. I undid the buttons of my shirt, and after blinking up at me, Sophia did the same with her blouse. As I pulled the shirt off my shoulders, I leaned down to mouth at her exposed skin, kissing my way down her neck, pausing to nibble at her collarbone, then kissing the top of her breasts.
Tossing my shirt off the edge of the bed, I helped Sophia take care of her blouse, then rose up to kiss her lips as I wrapped an arm around her waist and cupped her breast in one palm. She gasped, her body shuddering against me. I thrust my tongue in and out of her mouth, mimicking what I was going to do to her in a little bit, and her hands clung to my shoulders as her body trembled.
I kissed my way down her neck again, moans and gasps spilling from Sophia’s mouth spurring me on. I searched for the zipper of her skirt and pulled it off as I moved, and she shifted her feet to kick it off. She was left in her underwear, but not for long. I paused, though, when she stopped me from touching her bra, though.
“I’m not going to be the only one naked here,” she said fiercely, her face burning as she glared at me.
The heat in her eyes just turned me on more, and I grinned at her as I slid off the bed and reached for my belt.
“It’s fine with me,” I said lightly, stripping off my jeans. “Is it fine with you, though?”
Sophia didn’t even look like she heard me. She gulped, her eyes trained on my crotch where my cock was straining against my briefs. When I hooked my thumbs into the sides of my briefs, she looked like she was holding her breath. I moved the elastic carefully off the head of my cock, then slipped them off. Her eyes were opened wide, and she was gaping at me, but the look on her face wasn’t unpleasant.
I gritted my teeth. “We can still stop.”