giving head. God damn she was sexy eating his food.
She continued her little show for the next fifteen minutes and a few bites in and Daniel was damn sure she wasn’t having to pretend her own arousal. When she glanced his way, he was too far gone to hide what she was doing to him. He knew his lips were parted, and he was burning a hole through her with his stare. He’d pushed his chair away from the table a bit and turned it her way, cocked his hips forward and let his legs remain open. Having her see what she did to him was a high all by itself and Daniel’s hard on throbbed for her attention.
At one point, she finally slid her gaze over him and when her eyes landed on the huge bulge in his jeans, both their breaths caught. She wasn’t used to the kind of masculinity he flaunted and was having a hard time not stopping to just stare at the bull in the gates.
He couldn’t remember ever enjoying anything so much , or being so eager to have something. No, someone. Usually he kept his women nameless. But the name Sofia was too much like lace panties to resist.
When she was finally done, she ended the show with a sated moan. “That. Was. The. Best. Ever.” She turned to look at him and he didn’t move a muscle, wanting her to see her progress. She licked her lips slowly and he followed the seduction with a ravenous gaze.
“I ’d like to show you the room,” he said, keeping his voice even.
“Okay, sure.”
He led her through an entryway off the kitchen and flicked a switch. “This is it.”
“Oh wow, nice.”
He watched her sensual grace while slowly moving toward her. “It’s kind of masculine.”
“Masculine’s good.”
“For a group of women?”
She tossed him a sexy grin over her shoulder. “A group of women coming to learn about sex?”
God yes, please don’t stop. “Learn about their sexuality,” he corrected, playing the coy professional still.
She shrugged and looked all around. “Same thing to me.” She walked over to the wall of books and gasped. “Oh my God , doc, tell me you don’t have models of the penis and the vagina.”
“ I do.” His tone lowered.
Sofia laughed like a naughty school kid. “Oh shit, it comes apart! So, can you show me where the G-spot is on this thing?”
“Well, I could on this one.” S he jumped when she found him right over her shoulder. “But yours may not be in the exact same spot.”
S he seemed to nearly swoon as goose bumps tightened her flesh where his breath hit the nape of her neck. “So…it’s not the same?” she whispered, looking over her shoulder at the expanse of his chest, her heaving breasts telling her excitement.
He studied her neck, wanting to taste it. “I can’t be entirely sure.”
She faced the book shelf . “When…can you…” Her voice trailed off but Daniel knew what she’d intended to ask and it made heat spearhead his groin.
He breathed the smell of her in. “Whenever you want me to, Sofia.” He lowered his nose to her skin and drew in his breath slowly. “Vanilla and...” He sniffed closer and her breath caught. “… strawberry.”
She still didn’t turn, as though very aware of how narrow this little road was getting, and wasn’t’ entirely sure she wanted to go there. “You… like it?”
His eyes rolled shut at how that mattered to her. He slid his nose along her back just below her neck. So soft. “Do you want me to like it?”
Her breath shuddered and he saw a light tremble in her frame. “Yes.”
God, she’d said yes. He grazed her warm skin with his lips. His hunger was dizzying.
“ Doc…”
He caged her in with his arms, his hands on the book shelf , letting his chest make contact with her back. He placed his mouth at her ear and whispered, “Sofia…call me Daniel.”
He lowered his head and grazed her neck with his lips and s he let her head fall back against his chest with a light moan. “Daniel,” she whispered weakly.
A shudder passed through his body and she
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