telling him this was a bad idea.
It was.
But that didn’t stop him from pulling her body against his. He’d been right about that no bra part. Equally right about how she’d feel in his arms with her braless breasts pressed against his chest.
Sophie made a sound. Part moan, part shiver. She sort of melted against him, every part of her seemingly touching every part of him. Well, except one part that was suddenly whining for attention. So Royce did something about that. He dropped his left hand to her bottom, lifting her so that her sex was aligned with his.
Her moan got louder.
Her grip on his back tightened.
And the kiss got deeper and hotter.
Her taste was so familiar, like something he’d had but still wanted. The little voice got quieter, maybe because of the roar in his head now. Also because his body was already moving onto other things.
Like touching her.
Royce slid his hand beneath the loose pajama top and eased his fingers over her right nipple. It was already tight and puckered, ready for him to do a little exploring.
And tasting.
Yeah, he apparently intended to make that particular mistake, too. He shoved up the pajama top and looked at her for a moment. Just to see if she was going to stop this.
She wasn’t.
There was only the welcoming heat in her sizzling blue eyes. Not an ounce of hesitation. And it was Sophie who caught onto the back of his neck and pushed his mouth toward her breast.
The buzz became a full roar.
Sophie’s moan became intense.
Everything did. The need, the pressure from the contact of their bodies. The taste of her in his mouth. Especially that. He hadn’t remembered kissing her breasts before, but maybe he had, because that seemed like familiar territory, too. Of course, with the way they were grinding against each other, maybe he must want it to feel familiar.
While he tongue-kissed her breasts, Sophie didn’t stay put. She pulled him closer and closer, until Royce figured there was only one place left to go. He dropped lower, kissing her stomach. Touching her. And going lower until he kissed her through the flimsy cotton panties.
She mumbled something he didn’t catch, and almost frantically, Sophie grabbed on to his shoulders and pulled him back up to face her. She kissed him again. Also frantic, and she slid her hand between them and over the front of his zipper.
Royce saw stars and damn near lost his breath.
Because Sophie didn’t just touch him, she started to lower his zipper.
That little voice in his head returned with a big, loud vengeance. He could not have sex with her. Not like this when she was so vulnerable. It would be taking advantage of her, and he wouldn’t forgive himself for that.
That thought vanished for a second when she managed to get his zipper down and put her hand in his boxers.
Oh, man.
He was already rock hard, and that only made it worse. Her touch was like lightning and speared through him until every nerve in his body was zinging.
It took every ounce of his willpower to push her hand away, and he had a fleeting thought that maybe it’d been this way that night in the motel. Maybe she’d touched him. Just like this. And maybe he’d touched her, too.
And maybe he hadn’t resisted her.
Considering how they made each other feel, he was beginning to see just how probable that could be.
Royce knew if he didn’t do something fast, then this would go well beyond the touching and kissing stage. They’d land in bed. Or on the floor or kitchen table. The sex would be hot, incredible and mindless.
But not without consequences.
And that’s what he forced himself to remember.
Still, this had to go somewhere because Sophie was trying to get her hands back into his pants. If that happened, there wasn’t enough resolve in the state to make him stop.
Royce turned the tables on her, and he took her wrists, gathering them in his left grip so he could put his right hand in her panties. She was hot, wet and ready, too, and that
It was.
But that didn’t stop him from pulling her body against his. He’d been right about that no bra part. Equally right about how she’d feel in his arms with her braless breasts pressed against his chest.
Sophie made a sound. Part moan, part shiver. She sort of melted against him, every part of her seemingly touching every part of him. Well, except one part that was suddenly whining for attention. So Royce did something about that. He dropped his left hand to her bottom, lifting her so that her sex was aligned with his.
Her moan got louder.
Her grip on his back tightened.
And the kiss got deeper and hotter.
Her taste was so familiar, like something he’d had but still wanted. The little voice got quieter, maybe because of the roar in his head now. Also because his body was already moving onto other things.
Like touching her.
Royce slid his hand beneath the loose pajama top and eased his fingers over her right nipple. It was already tight and puckered, ready for him to do a little exploring.
And tasting.
Yeah, he apparently intended to make that particular mistake, too. He shoved up the pajama top and looked at her for a moment. Just to see if she was going to stop this.
She wasn’t.
There was only the welcoming heat in her sizzling blue eyes. Not an ounce of hesitation. And it was Sophie who caught onto the back of his neck and pushed his mouth toward her breast.
The buzz became a full roar.
Sophie’s moan became intense.
Everything did. The need, the pressure from the contact of their bodies. The taste of her in his mouth. Especially that. He hadn’t remembered kissing her breasts before, but maybe he had, because that seemed like familiar territory, too. Of course, with the way they were grinding against each other, maybe he must want it to feel familiar.
While he tongue-kissed her breasts, Sophie didn’t stay put. She pulled him closer and closer, until Royce figured there was only one place left to go. He dropped lower, kissing her stomach. Touching her. And going lower until he kissed her through the flimsy cotton panties.
She mumbled something he didn’t catch, and almost frantically, Sophie grabbed on to his shoulders and pulled him back up to face her. She kissed him again. Also frantic, and she slid her hand between them and over the front of his zipper.
Royce saw stars and damn near lost his breath.
Because Sophie didn’t just touch him, she started to lower his zipper.
That little voice in his head returned with a big, loud vengeance. He could not have sex with her. Not like this when she was so vulnerable. It would be taking advantage of her, and he wouldn’t forgive himself for that.
That thought vanished for a second when she managed to get his zipper down and put her hand in his boxers.
Oh, man.
He was already rock hard, and that only made it worse. Her touch was like lightning and speared through him until every nerve in his body was zinging.
It took every ounce of his willpower to push her hand away, and he had a fleeting thought that maybe it’d been this way that night in the motel. Maybe she’d touched him. Just like this. And maybe he’d touched her, too.
And maybe he hadn’t resisted her.
Considering how they made each other feel, he was beginning to see just how probable that could be.
Royce knew if he didn’t do something fast, then this would go well beyond the touching and kissing stage. They’d land in bed. Or on the floor or kitchen table. The sex would be hot, incredible and mindless.
But not without consequences.
And that’s what he forced himself to remember.
Still, this had to go somewhere because Sophie was trying to get her hands back into his pants. If that happened, there wasn’t enough resolve in the state to make him stop.
Royce turned the tables on her, and he took her wrists, gathering them in his left grip so he could put his right hand in her panties. She was hot, wet and ready, too, and that