"Did you hear what I said?" Matt snapped his fingers in front of my face as he waited for a response to whatever question he had apparently asked.
"Huh, what?"
"You feeling okay? You barely ate anything, and you're not paying attention to anything I have said."
"Yeah. I'm sorry. My mind is on other things right now."
"I can see that. Care to talk about it?"
I shook my head and looked over his shoulder at Sophie.
"What the hell are you looking at?" he asked as he turned around and looked in the direction of the girls.
"Nothing, it's nothing. So back to what you were saying," I said, trying to pull his attention back to me, but it did little good. In full view, Sophie and Jenna were both dancing and laughing. My eyes were trained on the curves of her hips as she danced on the dance floor with Jenna. I took another sip of my Crown and Coke, trying to calm the ache in my pants, when I noticed Matt staring at me.
"Sophie, huh?" Matt asked, smiling at me. He had seen me staring at her; there was no hiding it now. I fought internally for a few minutes about spilling everything to Matt.
"Sophie what?" I heard Jenna ask, and I looked up in time to see that both Jenna and Sophie stood beside the table out of breath and with smiles on their faces.
I swallowed hard, thinking fast. "Sophie and I should get going," I said, looking at my watch and downing my drink.
"Already?" Jenna and Sophie cried out at the same time.
"Yeah, I have an early morning tomorrow, and I need to drop Sophie off before I head home," I lied. Sophie met my eyes, and I hoped she could read the want in them. I didn’t want to fight with her. I just wanted to pin her up against the wall in her bedroom and have my way with her.
"We can take her," Matt announced.
"Yeah, stay," Jenna urged, wrapping her arm around Sophie. "Dance the night away with me."
Sophie looked at me and bit her bottom lip. "No, it’s okay. I'm tired anyways," Sophie said, hugging Jenna and whispering something in her ear at which Jenna nodded and smiled.
As we were on our way out of the restaurant, I stopped and took care of the bill for the four of us. I figured it was the least I could do for bailing early. Sophie had wanted to pay, but I insisted.
We drove back to Sophie's condo in uncomfortable silence again. She still would barely make eye contact with me. We had ridden the elevator in silence and were now standing outside the door to her condo. I leaned up against the wall, watching while she fumbled through her purse for the key. If she knew the thoughts that were running through my mind, she might start looking at me a little nicer. "You planning on talking to me tonight?" I asked quietly so we didn't disturb the other tenants.
She continued rooting through her bag and finally pulled her keys, quickly inserting it into the lock and opening the door. She dropped her purse to the floor, kicked off her shoes, and turned to look my way. "What would you like to talk about? My lack of sexual experience for one?"
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, I'm serious." She turned and marched down the hall toward her bedroom. I followed. There was no way I was going to spend the night fighting with her because she was hung up on the stupid idea that I had been making fun of her this morning.
I walked into the bedroom to see her digging through her top dresser drawer and shoving handfuls of what looked like lingerie into a bag. "I take it you told Matt all about how inexperienced I am. Bet the pair of you had a really good laugh over it too."
"What on earth are you talking about? No, I didn't tell Matt anything. What are you doing?"
"I'm getting rid of all this stuff. All the stuff I bought that I am too inexperienced to wear. Not only that, but I’d feel like an utter ass wearing them for you anyways," she barked, continuing to stuff things into the bag.
I walked over and grabbed her hands, stopping her from shoving yet another handful of lacy and silky things into the bag. "Just stop."
"No, I bought this so you'd like being with me. So, I compared to all the others you've been with. Figured you might as well have something that you like to look at if you had to do this." She held out a black lacy bra and panties, which I took from her and looked at. I couldn't help the smile that sat on my lips. They were hot as hell, and I’d probably kill to see some woman in them, but they sure as hell weren’t Sophie.
"What? What is so funny?"
"Crotchless panties, Soph, really?"
I met her eyes, her cheeks flushing from embarrassment, which made her look so sexy. "See, you've seen these before. I'd only ever heard of them." She turned away to hide from me.
I looked down at the bra and panties in my hand and dropped them to the floor. I could tell from behind that Sophie was crying; she wiped at her eyes. I walked over and placed both my hands on her arms. "Sophie, this isn't you. These things aren't you."
"What isn't?"
"All this stuff you bought. This isn't you. Guys want to be with the real you, inexperienced or not."
"Well, believe me, I am as unexperienced as they come. You hit the jackpot with that, and if you think different, you're fooling yourself."
"Look, I'm sorry, okay, for however you took my comment, but it wasn't meant to be insulting to you. I also didn’t think you would take it the way you did. I don't really care how experienced or inexperienced you are. That's all part of the fun, if you know what I mean," I said, grabbing her and pulling her into me.
Sophie let out a loud laugh and pushed me away. "Sure it is," she said, ripping the undergarments that I still held in my hand and shoved them deep into the bag. "I must have been a damn fool buying all these. I'm sure you got a kick out of this. Glad I didn’t put them on and parade around for you. You probably would have died with laughter."
I grabbed the bag from her hand and threw it over on the bed. "That's enough. That shit in that bag isn't you, and it never will be you, no matter if you'd been with two or twenty men. I've apologized and I meant it. Forgive me or don't."
Sophie stood across from me, not knowing what to say. I wasn’t kidding, I wasn’t joking. I was done if this was how she was going to act. Within seconds she went from staring at me, wondering if I were being truthful, to being wrapped in my arms, kissing me hard. It had caught me by surprise, but with little hesitation, I wrapped my arms under her ass and lifted her as she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I carried her over to the bed.
15
Sophie
I woke with a start, my breathing heavy. The room was dark, and I rolled over to see the other side of the bed was empty. I ran my hand over the sheets, but they were already cold, letting me know that Chase had been up for a while. I rolled over and stretched, my body aching in places I hadn't thought possible. My body relaxed into the mattress, and I thought back to last night.
After we had talked and cleared the air, and made up, we'd decided to catch a movie before bed. I'd changed while Chase made popcorn and found something on. When I walked into the living room, I was surprised to find a blanket sprawled out onto the floor in front of the TV, pillows thrown down and the fireplace on. I'd frowned at the mess on the floor and was about to ask what was going on when I heard the clink of two glasses. I turned to find a shirtless Chase standing holding two glasses and a bottle of wine.
"Thought we could curl up on the floor, watch a little TV," he said, setting the glasses down on the table and opening the bottle of wine. "Sound okay?"
"Sure, what did you want to watch?" I questioned, grabbing the remote and flipping through the channels. Before I had gotten far, Chase slipped the remote from my hand and replaced it with my wine glass and put the remote onto the dining room table.
"Come, sit down."
I looked at him questioningly but did as he asked anyways and relaxed back into the pile of pillows. Chase grabbed the blanket that sat on the back of the couch and spread it out over top of us, then he, too, sat back and relaxed. "We will watch this," he said, nodding to the TV.
I
looked at the screen and giggled. "It's not even in English, and it has no subtitles. How on earth are we going to understand it?"
Chase shrugged and lay down beside me. "Well, the remote is over on the table, so I guess we will have to make do."
"You are crazy," I said, kicking the blanket off me before trying to stand up, but Chase grabbed my arm stopping me and pulled me down beside him.
"Perhaps, perhaps not." He leaned in and kissed me.
An hour later, we both lay on our sides, Chase spooned up against me as we continued to watch this foreign film. I was about to ask him a question and jumped as I felt Chase grind into me. The ridge in his pants proved that he wasn't paying attention to the movie and wouldn't be able to answer what I was going to ask because he clearly only had one thing on his mind. His lips moved against the back of my neck, kissing me.
"Fuck, I want you," he murmured between kisses as he ground himself into me again. He sucked my earlobe into his mouth before rolling me over and attacking my lips. His kiss felt different this time. It was deeper and slower. His hands moved over my body, and his touch was different as well. It wasn't as firm and cold; instead it was softer, gentler, almost like a caress. When he pulled away from my lips and looked into my eyes, even his look was different. It was as if he were looking into my soul. I closed my eyes, kissing him back.
I remembered last night, how we had gone from making out to having sex on the floor in front of the fire. Afterwards, he had carried me back to the bedroom where we had made love until the wee hours of the morning. It had been the most perfect night, I thought to myself as I lie in the warmth of my blankets, but then reality kicked in, and I looked around the bedroom.
"Sophie, you are imagining things," I said aloud to myself. We hadn't made love. After all, you have to be in love to make it, don't you?
I thought back to his tender touch and kiss and how he slowly drove himself into me, and I squeezed my legs together, my center throbbing and driving me crazy. I tried to chase the thoughts of last night through my mind, but it did little good. I closed my eyes and dipped my fingers between my legs, running them through my soaked center, my other hand traveling up to my bare breast, pinching, and rolling my nipple between my fingers. I could feel my orgasm building, and I tipped my head back.
"There is always something so fucking sexy about watching a woman get herself off."
I jumped at the deep voice and pulled the blanket up around my neck and glanced toward the door of my bedroom. Chase stood there leaning against the doorway. He was dressed in light-colored jeans and a white T-shirt that hugged his muscles. He held a glass of juice in one hand and a small pink bag in the other.
"I...oh my God..." I sank down and pulled the blankets over my head. If I had ever wanted to die, now was the time. Not only had he been watching me, but the images going through my mind were of him.
I heard Chase start to chuckle, and then felt the side of the bed dip down and hands prying the covers off my head.
"I didn't think you were here," I mumbled, still trying to hide my face.
"Well, I wasn't, but I certainly am now."
"Yeah I see that. My God. I want to die. I am so embarrassed."
"Fuck, I'm not. That was damn hot."
My heart was pounding in my chest so hard I was sure Chase could hear it. I was also glad I was lying down because I thought I might pass out. Trying to calm myself down, I then heard the rustle of that little bag he had been holding.
"Which leads me to this," he stated, his voice deep.
I opened my eyes and watched as Chase pulled a little box out of that pink bag and opened it.
"What is that?"
"Just a little something I picked up for you." He smiled and held up a small pink object.
I could feel my cheeks heating as he held it out for me to take. "Take it," he urged.
I shook my head, but he pulled my hand forward and set it in my palm. "What is it?"
"It's a vibrator."
"This is a vibrator?"
"Yes, you wear it on your finger and press it against your clit."
I rolled it around in my hand, the heat in my cheeks still present as he watched me. I didn't know what to say or do for that matter. Did he want me to try it now, when I was alone, or while we were having sex?
"Did you want to try it?" he asked, placing his finger under my chin and lifting my head so I could meet his eyes.
I instantly shook my head no. I'd had enough embarrassment for one day. I couldn't possibly let him watch any more.
"Why not?"
I shrugged. Instead of waiting for me to take the lead, he slipped his hand into mine and flicked the vibrator on. It tickled the palm of my hand. I sat there looking down at this little toy when he took my hand in his. “You’re curious, I can tell.” He gripped my hand and pulled my hand down between my legs. "Lay back. Let’s have some fun," he whispered.
16
Chase
I was furious and swore under my breath as I walked down the hall towards my office. I threw the file I'd been holding down on my desk and shut the door. As soon as I was behind my computer, I began typing notes into the electronic client file. How the hell I had allowed myself to be pulled away from Sophie for this type of shit was beyond me.
Sophie and I had spent the morning in bed together. I was absolutely fascinated watching her come undone while playing with that little pink vibrator I had gotten her. I was content and happy, until my phone had rung. I'd ignored the first call, quickly distracting Sophie to focus back on herself. However, when the phone rang for the second and then third time, she huffed out loud and told me just to answer it.
I feverishly typed my notes, completely pissed off that what my client had considered an emergency was nothing that couldn't have waited until Monday. Not that my clients weren't important, but this was something that I could have easily handled over the phone in about twenty minutes and did not require a face-to-face meeting.
"Well, well, look who it is," I heard from the doorway and looked up to see Hunter standing there.
"Hey, man."
"What's got you in here?" he asked, sitting down across from me.
"Apparently, a non-emergency, emergency." I let out a laugh, completing my notes and closing my laptop.
"I see. How's it going with Sophie?"
"Good, I guess." I shrugged. I wasn't really sure how I was supposed to answer that question. After all, my only job was to get her pregnant.
"Good, you guess?"
"Yeah, I mean, it isn't that hard to have sex all the time and get someone pregnant is it?" I chuckled.
"True."
"Listen, I really can't stay and talk. It's Friday night, and I promised Sophie I would bring pizza back with me. Which it's nearing seven already," I said, glancing down at my watch, picking up the client file and filing it away.
"All right, well, I guess I will see you Sunday night for dinner?"
Good thing I was facing away from Hunter because the mention of Sunday night family dinner had me closing my eyes. I'd totally forgotten because I had promised that I would spend the remainder of the weekend with Sophie and return home Sunday night. It was two more days than we had originally agreed to, but not only did I want to make sure that I had given myself optimal chances of fulfilling my end of the agreement, I didn't really want to leave her.
"You can always bring her along, you know. It's probably just going to be the four of us. Carter and Hope are taking the girls to a dance competition, and Bryce and Mia are up at the cottage."
"I'll think about it, okay." I grabbed my coat off the back of my chair, said good night to Hunter, and made my way down to the lobby.
I walked out the front of the building and to the car. Before I pulled away, I called and ordered the pizza. As I drove down the street, I thought about what Hunter had asked. I had spent the entire week with Sophie, much of the time in her bed, and truth was, I was sad that our time together was coming to an end. I couldn't se
em to get enough of her. The little time that we had spent apart today had me missing her more than I really should have, for just being friends. Truthfully, my concentration on the issue at hand had been horrible—not because I didn't consider the clients concerns that this wasn't really an emergency, but because Sophie was the only thing that was on my mind. I was so eager to get back to her condo and to her, that I ran two red lights on my way to the pizza place and another two on the way back to the condo.
I stood in the elevator, pizza box in hand, counting the floors as the elevator climbed. It felt like forever until I hit my stop. The smell of pizza nearly drove me crazy as I made my way down the hall, slid the key in the lock, and walked in. "Hey, I'm back. I got the pizza."
"Perfect, you remembered. I'll grab the plates. I'm starving," she said, popping her head around the corner and smiling. "Oh, and I won't kill you with wine tonight. I grabbed a bottle of Coke when I was at the grocery store this afternoon." She smiled.
"Awesome!" I yelled out, dropping the pizza box on the small dining room table. I opened the lid as Sophie set the plates and bottle of Coke on the table.
"Half extra cheese, half double pepperoni and cheese." I smiled as I looked down at the steaming pie, my stomach letting out a loud grumble.
"Chase, seriously, you taint my extra cheese with the taste of your pepperoni?"
"You certainly haven't complained about my pepperoni all week," I said, smiling. When she didn't laugh, I bumped her arm. "Come on, I have suffered through wine with pizza for you. The least you can do is suffer through pepperoni." I chuckled, pulling her in closer. She rolled her eyes and grabbed a slice from the box.
"So is Friday night always pizza night?" I questioned, grabbing two slices and joining Sophie on the couch.
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