Page 32 of Tough Luck

“I didn’t think it would,” I agreed, understanding everything. “So why don’t we go upstairs?” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

He smiled and wrapped his fingers with mine as we started walking up the stairs.

He led me down the hallway and opened the door to his room. We stepped in and stood at the edge of his bed. I couldn’t help it, I chuckled.

“Sorry, my parents use the master bedroom and, it’s just…”

“I get it.” I reached up on my toes and kissed him again.

His room had a queen-size bed with another rustic log frame. There wasn’t a fireplace in the room, but it was spacious and had a sitting area with a sofa and bookshelves under large windows. The view was just as nice as the master suite.

His fingertips dug into my hips as I started unbuttoning his flannel shirt.

“I have to be honest with you,” I said, between kisses, after I noticed my fingers shaking. “I’ve only done this with one other person before.”

I watched his reaction, seeing his eyebrows slowly rise.

“Then, I’m honored.” He stood back, letting me pull his shirt off his impressive shoulders.

“My ex did not look like this,” I said, trailing my fingertips over his chest as his flannel hit the floor.

He chuckled. “Do your worst, Sofia.” He motion for me to continue. I did, enjoying the way his muscles twitched under my exploration. When I trailed the light dusting of dark hair that disappeared beyond his jean’s buckle, he sucked in a deep breath.

“You’re killing me,” he groaned before finally reaching for me. “My turn.”

Somehow, I was more nervous now than when I’d explored him. When my shirt hit the floor, followed by my jeans and bra, I closed my eyes as my face heated.

“Beautiful,” I heard him whisper.

I’d needed to hear that. Needed the tiny boost I got from knowing I was someone he’d want.

I wasn’t the skinniest, tallest, or most toned woman in the world. I really should be hitting the gym two times a week instead of just once, and since taking on the bakery account I was enjoying the fruits of the job more.

His rough hands trailed over my shoulders, down my chest, slowing briefly to pluck at my nipples. I groaned and held in a gasp when he dipped his head and took my left nipple into his wet mouth.

My fingers returned to his hair and held him as he lapped at my skin. His fingers continued downward until he covered my panties, slowly making circles over my wetness. God, I wanted.

Darkness filled my head. I was consumed by desire. By the thought of what he was going to do to me next. Was he going to nudge my panties aside? Dip his fingers in? Make me come?

His mouth was still on my nipples, slowly, gently, sucking, matching each circle his fingertips made.

How much longer could I hold off what was coming? Why did I want to prolong this feeling?

“Come for me, Sofia.” His deep voice vibrated against my skin. “Now,” he said. In one movement, he pushed my panties aside and dipped his finger into me.

My fingernails dug into his bare shoulders as I cried out his name. My entire body convulsed as he held me upright. My knees buckled as another wave consumed me.

Before I could realize what was going on, I was lying down on the bed with Rick hovering above. His mouth covered mine softly as he slowly filled me. I didn’t even realize he’d removed the rest of my clothes. Didn’t see him slide his jeans all the way off.

This, I thought just before he built me up again. This is what I’ve been chasing all my life.

Sometime in the night, I woke when Rick shifted under me. My head was lying on his chest and my left leg hung over his hips.

I had never slept through the night with a man before. Parker and I had never slept at one another’s places because we had been teenagers and had been living at our parents’ places.

Waking up in Rick’s arms felt so good. Right.

“Sorry.” His voice was low and made his chest vibrate. I leaned into it, closing my eyes. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”