“Sophia?” he calls out, a touch of worry in his voice.
Leaning against the door, I close my eyes and try to get my panic under control.
I did not…
With James…
We…
Shit.
A minute later, the doorknob rattles as he tries to open it.
“Sophia?” he calls out again.
I ignore him, until I remember he has a way with locks.
When he calls my name again, I tell him, “I’m cleaning up, go away.”
The door makes a slight creak, as if he’s leaning against it. “You know… I could help you with that…”
Truly flustered and afraid he’s going to try to burst in and do just that, I say, “No, that’s okay. I’m a big girl, I can take care of this myself.”
When he rattles the doorknob again, I blurt out, “I’m really hungry. Why don’t you warm up something to eat?”
There’s a long pause and I find myself holding my breath, hoping he takes my suggestion.
Then the door makes another slight creak. “Alright. I’ll be in the kitchen.”
When I hear him finally walking away, I let out the breath I was holding and close my eyes, trying to relax.
But no matter how hard I try, I can’t get my heart or breathing to slow.
Because I have no clue how I’m going to get him out of my house now. Not after having sex with him like a total dumbass.
7
James
Sophia carefully opens her mouth to take a bite of the warmed casserole I tried to feed her earlier, and as her lips close over the fork, her eyes widen just enough to show she’s surprised by the taste.
Damn, I want those pink lips wrapped around my cock. I want her fucking cramming that soft pink tongue back down my throat.
My damn cock hasn’t been soft since we fucked and it’s killing me.
She’s back to the baggy t-shirt and leggings, but I can still remember each and every curve of her body. I can remember the way her pale skin flushed when she was close to reaching her peak. The way her firm breasts seemed to swell as she tipped over the ledge.
Fuck.
It’s taking everything in me not to jump over the counter and fuck her senseless.
She pushed me though and that has me holding back. She pushed me as hard as I pushed her.
I’m not entirely sure I’ve ever been pushed to fuck like we just did, or if I’ve ever taken a virginity unwittingly like that.
In the back of my mind, I knew she was a virgin, but… It honestly didn’t come to the forefront until I had already thrusted past her hymen.
Before that, all my animal brain was thinking was me, her, and sex.
Taking a chick’s virginity isn’t something I’ve made a habit of. In fact, I prefer not to be the first. In my experience, there’s always too much baggage attached to the act. Affection, feelings, trust, and the eventual betrayal when they realize you’re not going to stick around.
I learned that the hard way back in high school when a chick keyed my car and dropped a steaming pile of dog shit through my moonroof. That BMW never smelled the same. Especially because it was a swelteringly hot day in the middle of Louisiana.
I should have thought about it with Sophia, though. Dammit. All I’ve thought about is protecting her… and I do this.
But she drives me fucking crazy. So fucking crazy I can’t think straight.
And she was pushing all of my buttons. Pushing them as if she knew exactly where each one is. And she tasted and smelled so damn good.
She smelled sweet, with the promise of something… darker. I can’t place her scent, honestly. It’s fucking heady and fills me completely whenever I’m near her.
After the months and months of isolation, of self-denial… I feel like this breath of fresh air I’m finally experiencing is as dangerous as can be.
I really don’t know what I’m doing beyond trying to cage her in as mine forever.
She’s got me all kinds of fucked up, and I’ve cooked for her. I’ve never cooked food for a woman I’ve fucked. I don’t do it because it only invites the same shit as taking a virginity.
Shit.
Does she hurt down there? I seem to remember hearing something about the first time hurting for a woman...
And now I sound like a goddamn high schooler.
I need to get my shit together. Not that she’s even paying attention to me with the way she’s fucking scarfing down the plate I sat in front of her. That’s what happens, I guess, when you go however many days she did without eating something.
Standing up from the island in the middle of the kitchen, I head over to the fridge and peek my head in. It’s official, I’ll need to move us tonight no matter what. My cabinets are already stocked at home, and after depleting her food supplies, we need to boogie on out of here.
Sophia isn’t going to like it, either. Even after scratching that little itch among many itches, I know she’s going to throw a fit. It’s going to be rough as hell.
“Sophia,” I say, getting her attention.
“What?” she asks, finally looking up at me.
“We’re leaving here tonight.”
“No, we are not. There is no we doing anything,” she insists, slamming the fork down by her empty plate. “You go.”
If she didn’t look so damn cute when she did that, I’d probably be able to keep the grin off my face.
I can’t though, and her gorgeous blue eyes turn dark as fuck as I stare at her.
Raising my hands up in a placating manner, I say, “This isn’t up for debate. This house is no longer safe. Too many people know you live here now.”
“Because of you!” she screams at my face from across the island.
She’s so angry I can almost feel the heat rising inside her.
“No, because your father was a public figure. Because he had dirty sharks swimming all around him in the precinct,” I say as quietly as I can.
I’m trying to speak in calm tones, not matching anger with anger. That’s how you get people to calm down.
Sometimes that is.
“Because of people like you!” she bellows and picks up the fork she just slammed on the counter.
Looking from the fork to me, I can’t tell if she wants to stab me or throw it at me. I haven’t had a chick manage to stab me yet, but I’ve had a fork thrown at me a time or two.
I manage to say, “Sophia,” before I have to duck away from the flying fork.
Well hell.
Standing back up, I shake my head at her.
“Grow up,” I snip and turn to walk away, hoping some space will cool her down.
Hot coffee splashes against my back and a mug arcs over my shoulder a split second later…
Yep, she’s really pissed and isn’t going to make this easy.
Turning my head back to her, all of a sudden I remember standing in Lily’s kitchen. Peter and me. We’d just told Lily to pack her shit and get ready to move. She didn’t take that too well and I got a nice little burn on my neck from it.
Funny as fuck back then.
Now that it’s my woman throwing shit at me, not so funny.
Peter called Lily a Hellcat.
I wonder what he’d call Sophia if he was still around.