It wasn’t entirely fair that he’d asked her a question because he wouldn’t allow her to respond. He was too busy devouring her. He couldn’t keep his mouth off hers. Something about tasting her juices on her own fingers had made him go a little nuts.
A lot nuts.
He pressed her to him tightly while his hands explored every straight line and curve on her body and his tongue searched avidly for more of her secrets in the depths of her mouth.
He grunted in dissatisfaction when she backed out of his arms.
“Thomas, no . . . wait.”
He paused and took stock of himself as he stared at her and panted lightly.
“Sorry,” he said after a moment. “I really do turn into an animal around you, don’t I?”
A tendril of light gold hair fell onto her cheek as she shook her head decisively. “No. It’s not that. I like the way you make love to me. I . . . I love it.” He sensed both her softness and her strength when she met his gaze. “But you always bowl me over. I want to be the one to make love to you.”
His heartbeat throbbed in his ears in the seconds that followed. “Just tell me one thing.”
Her elegantly arched brows rose.
“Is that what you were thinking about when you were touching yourself in that bathroom?”
“Yes. In part.” The color in her cheeks became even more vivid, but she held his stare and her voice sounded smooth and even.
He threw up his hands. “Then I’m all yours. Do whatever you want to me. If it got you that turned on, I’m all for it. The way I’ve been behaving lately, it wouldn’t surprise me if you wanted to be the one to take charge. Probably safer all around,” he added under his breath.
She stepped toward him. “No. That’s not what I meant. I’m not worried about safety. I was just thinking I’d like to be able to . . . to touch you without interference.”
“Really?”
She shook her head in mild exasperation. “Why would that surprise you?”
He shrugged. “So . . . what do you want me to do?”
She licked her lower lip. Thomas suspected she did it out of anxiety, but his whole body tightened anyway. Why did he think everything she did was sex distilled?
“Why don’t you start out by taking off your clothes. And . . . you can lay on the couch, if you like.”
Thomas stripped with rapid efficiency while the notes to “Puppet on a String” resounded from the speakers and Sophie watched him with dark eyes that shone like moonlight on two deep pools.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
The plug seemed to throb in her ass as she watched Thomas remove his shirt with a compelling flex of defined muscle. It surprised her how much the sensation aroused her. Apparently there were sympathetic nerves between her ass and pussy that had never been fully awakened before, because her clit tingled with excitement. It’d felt delicious when Thomas had stroked it just now.
She inhaled slowly when Thomas dropped his boxer briefs and his long, firm erection sprang free. The buzz of her clit amplified to a burn.
The silicone plug felt slightly uncomfortable lodged in her body, but the pressure it caused was undeniably arousing. She was surprised to learn the far-flung effects of the plug. The bottoms of her feet felt hot and her breasts were heavy and achy, as if they possessed a mind of their own and were demanding to be touched and fondled. Even the nerves in her mouth seemed to tingle, making her lips feel warm, swollen, and overly sensitive.
Thomas flung off the last of his clothing and sprawled back on the couch, pulling a pillow beneath his head, and Sophie had to admit . . . maybe it wasn’t just the ass plug that was making her entire body hum with sexual awareness. He lay there—a long stretch of defined muscle and male tumescence—and smiled at her.
“Okay. I’m ready to play doctor.”
Sophie snorted with laughter. He joined in her mirth as she walked toward him. It felt so good—so right to laugh with Thomas. His humor had been cloaked by the shadow of his grief. She realized that Thomas Nicasio was meant to laugh. The fact that she’d rarely seen him do it in their short acquaintance caused sadness to stab through her arousal.
“What?” he asked, still grinning broadly. He must have seen her falter in her mirth.
“Nothing. I just . . . hold on. I’m going to get something.”
His eyebrows shot up on his forehead when she returned a few seconds later carrying the bottle of lubricant.