Weston winked and tilted his head in my direction. “Worked on this one.”
I’d been standing in front of the button panel on the right side of the elevator, but forgot to push our floors. After a minute, Weston noticed we weren’t moving.
“Helps if you tell the elevator where you want to go, Soph.”
“Oh shit. Yeah.” I hit all three of our floors, and the car started to move.
Scarlett’s room was on the third floor, so her stop came first.
“Thank you for a lovely evening, Weston. I had a blast.”
“Anytime. But I have a feeling you have a blast wherever you go.”
Scarlett and I hugged, and then the elevator headed up to its next stop. Weston’s room was on the eighth floor. The doors slid open, but he made no move to exit.
“Are you…getting off?” I said. “This is your floor.”
Weston shook his head. “Nope. I’m going to your room to get you off.”
Chapter 16
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Weston
Sophia walked into the suite ahead of me and flicked the light on in the hall. In the living room, she turned on a lamp. I followed close behind her and turned it off.
Normally I didn’t give a shit about mood lighting. In fact, I don’t know that I’d ever considered it before. But the light in the hallway illuminated the room enough for me to see her, and anything more felt like a distraction.
“Do you want some water or something?” Sophia asked.
I shook my head and crooked my finger. “Or something. Come here.”
Sophia bit her bottom lip, but moved closer to me.
I traced her pulse down her neck with one finger. “You have no idea what your skin does to me. It’s so soft and perfect. Every day while I watch you get your coffee, I daydream about sinking my teeth into it. I want to suck on every part of your body and leave marks.”
She laughed nervously. “But then it won’t be perfect anymore, will it?”
“Actually, the only thing that could make it more perfect would be marking it as mine.”
I cupped her cheeks and pulled her close. Now that I could finally kiss her, I never wanted to stop. The woman knew how to kiss. She sucked on my tongue, bit my lip, and tugged until I felt it straight down in my cock. But it was the soft mewl she let out that got to me. It traveled through our joined mouths, wrapped around my heart, and squeezed.
I grabbed her ass and lifted her off her feet. Her long legs wrapped around my waist as I carried her into the bedroom. I’d never wanted a woman missionary style like I wanted this woman. Actually, I’d never wanted any woman the way I wanted Sophia at this moment. I couldn’t wait to spread her out on that king-size bed and watch her beautiful face as she came undone.
Sophia’s fingers threaded through my hair, and she tugged. We were both still fully dressed, but the way I felt, I knew if I didn’t slow things down, I was going to break the one rule I’d told her we’d keep. So I forced my mouth from hers and broke the kiss.
She shook her head as I tried to pull away. “No. More.”
I smiled. “I want to take my time tonight.”
She groaned, and I chuckled as I set her on her feet. Taking a few steps back, I said, “Take off your shirt.”
Our eyes locked, and she pouted. “Can’t we both get undressed at the same time?”
The desperation in her voice made me feel like the king of the jungle. But she was giving me all of her tonight, and I wanted it to be good. We’d fucked plenty, though that was just our bodies. Tonight we’d upped the ante.
So I reined in my desire and repeated myself. “Take off your shirt, Sophia.”
I managed to keep my eyes on her face while she slipped the silver top from her shoulders and let it fall to her feet. But fuck—she had no bra on. Her gorgeous, smooth skin was on complete display, and her full, real breasts had the sexiest natural curve to them. Deep pink nipples stood at full attention, coming to pert, hard points. My mouth salivated. I couldn’t wait to bite them.
Raising my chin, I said, “The pants now.”
The sound of the zipper of her jeans coming undone echoed through the room. This little striptease was supposed to give me time to get myself under control, but it was having the opposite effect. I was so hard it was growing painful.
Sophia slipped the denim down her sexy, toned legs and stepped out. Standing before me, she wore only a small triangle of black lace covering her pussy. God, I loved every one of her curves…the narrow of her waist, the slope of her hips, those smooth, mile-long legs.
My voice came out gruff. “You’re so beautiful.”
Though she was standing before me practically naked, my words seemed to make her blush.
“Thank you.”
I started to undress myself, taking my time as the tension between us built. Like her, I let my shirt fall to the floor, and then removed my pants. Sophia’s eyes dropped to the noticeable bulge in my boxers, and I practically growled when she licked her lips.
“Fuck, Soph. Don’t look at me like that.”
She sucked her bottom lip in. “Like what?”
“Like you want me to put you on your knees with your hair wrapped around my fist while I feed you my cock.”
Her eyes twinkled, and her lips curved to a devilish smirk. “Take off your boxers.”
Fuck.
I shook my head. “Get over here.”
The minute she pushed her warm tits up against my chest, I lost my last sliver of self-control. With my hands in her hair, I not-so-gently tugged her face up to meet mine.
All hell broke loose after that. Sophia pushed down my boxers, her fingernails scraping my skin in the frenzy to get them off, and I took her taut nipple between my teeth and tugged until I heard her breath catch. She wrapped one leg around my waist and hoisted herself up, climbing me like a fucking tree. If I’d had any doubt whether she was ready, that went out the window. Her pussy was soaked as she rocked up and down, coating me with her juices.
“I want you,” she groaned.
I sat on the edge of the bed with her in my lap. Sophia’s arms shook as she wrapped her hands around my neck and lifted herself enough to take me into her body. I felt the heat of her warm pussy slip over the head of my cock, and then she stopped. We had no condom on. I was just about to say something, but Sophia beat me to it.
“I…I’m on the pill. And I got tested before I left London. There hasn’t been anyone since.”
And here I was thinking her letting me kiss her, letting me look at her beautiful face while I was inside her, was the biggest gift she could give me. But this—this was so much more. Trust.
I looked into her eyes. “I’m clean. It’s been years since I’ve been with a woman without, and I get tested regularly.”
Sophia nodded and leaned in to kiss me as she started to lower herself. But I wasn’t having that. I’d let her take control, ride me as slow or as fast as she wanted, but I needed to see her tonight. So I held her face a few inches from mine. I saw the confusion in her eyes.
“I’m game for however you want it—fast, slow, on top, or underneath me, but I want to watch you.”
Her eyes searched mine before she nodded. Then she lifted again and slowly pushed onto me. It took everything in my power to not buck my hips and surge up to fill her all at once. But she’d given me so much tonight, and I wanted to give her something I usually held tightly—control.