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Looking down into those burning emerald eyes I could only think of one thing to say. “I love you, Sophie. I love you with everything I am and everything I will be. I'm sorry I acted like an adolescent and tried to beat up my cousin in the dining room, and I'm sorry if I embarrassed you with my behavior. Will you please let me in so I can show you exactly how sorry Iam?”

Tears filled her eyes, turning the green fire to cool smoke. She blinked, and they ran down her cheeks. Reaching up, she traced a finger over the tight, hot skin on mycheekbone.

“You love me?” she asked, wonder in hervoice.

I caught her hand in mine and kissed her fingertip. “I love you,” I saidagain.

The tears flowed faster down her cheeks, her eyes flicking back and forth as she took in the wounds on my face, her heart in hereyes.

“I love you too,” shewhispered.

“Can I come in?” Iasked.

She stepped back and opened the door to let me into her room. Her pale eyebrows knit together as she studied my stiff gait and she said, “You need a hot shower and an ice pack. Or two. Maybe an icebath.”

I shut the door behind me and turned thelock.

“All I need isyou.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Gage

IletSophie lead me to the shower, murmuring over my bruises and split lip, her busy fingers unbuttoning my shirt as she walked backward, alternating between scolding and sympathizing. I ignored most of it. I'd already had my scolding from Mrs. W, and I was more interested in getting Sophie naked than in hersympathy.

I worked on her zipper as she turned on the hot water, peeling all that elegant, navy silk from her smooth, creamy skin. I loved her body, loved the way she was made. So soft and round in all the right places. The curve of her ass. Those full breasts. Everything about her was warm andwelcoming.

Including the way she gasped when I ran my hand down her spine, cupped her ass, and dropped my fingers between her legs. I urged her over the tile threshold and under the steamy spray, watching as the water darkened her silvery hair, plastering it to her face. It stung my split lip but felt good on mybruises.

I didn't object when she urged me to switch places with her. Especially since she poured citrus scented body wash into her hands and rubbed the soap all over my skin. I'd stand there all day if Sophie wanted to scrub medown.

She started out briskly efficient, but when she turned me around to face the water and went to work on my shoulders, her stroking handsslowed.

Her breasts pillowed against my back as she leaned close, sliding her hands over my chest, stroking me in long swipes, fingers dropping teasingly close to my cock. Her nipples were two hard points when her hands took my length in her slick, soapygrip.

She squeezed once, and I had to fight to keep my knees from going weak. One hand pumped my cock, and the other dropped to cup my sack. I groaned her name. “Sophie.”

Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, she leaned back and pulled my hip, turning me to face her. Water cascaded over both of us, rinsing the soap from my body as Sophie dropped to her knees and took the head of my cock in her mouth. I tipped my face back into the spray, eyes closed, oblivious to the stinging pain of the water on my lip, to my aches and bruises, as the sweet suction of her mouth chased it allaway.

Her hand closed over my ass, fingers digging in, pulling me closer, taking more of me. Her tongue fluttered against the underside of my cock, sending shivers up myspine.

Before I completely lost it, I pulled her to her feet and turned us around, reaching behind me to sweep bottles of shampoo and body wash and who knew what else off the deep bench on the far side of the shower. Plastic clattered to the tile, and I sat, pulling Sophie onto my lap facingme.

She blinked at me, clearing the water from her eyes, and I watched them flare wide as I sank two fingers into her tight, hot pussy. She fell forward, her breasts against my chest, her mouth sucking at my neck as I pumped my fingers in and out, my cock straining, needing to take theirplace.

Spreading her knees wide, I lowered her, filling her sweet pussy in slow, torturous increments. She was gasping for breath by the time I sank to the hilt inside her. Her mouth lifted from my neck and she breathed, “Gage,Gage.”

The tight quarters of the bench didn't give Sophie much room to move, but she didn't need it. My hands closed over her ass in a tight grip, and I rocked her against me, grinding her pussy down hard, lifting her barely an inch before bringing her down again. And again. And again, until she went flying into orgasm. Her body clamped down on my cock, and I followed her, spilling into her in gaspingshudders.

When we thought we could move again, we dried off, and I carried her to her bed, sliding us both beneath the covers naked. Now that we’d taken the edge off in the shower, I could take my time. Settling myself between her legs, I did justthat.

We slept late the next morning, mostly because I woke Sophie more than once, reaching for her in the dark, needing to touch her. To be inside her. Something about my confession of love and hers in return had unlocked any restraint I still had. I wanted to imprint my body onto hers, to fill her with me so deeply I became a part of her and she a part ofme.

If it'd been up to me, we would've stayed in bed all day. But Sophie, being Sophie, insisted on meeting Amelia at the breakfast table as usual. Unlike Sophie, she let me hold her hand all the way there. I guess she was done trying to hide our relationship. Fighting over her in front of the whole family made hiding pointlessanyway.

Aiden was already there, the newspaper spread out in front of him, his face a kaleidoscope of greens and purples and blues, bruised and swollen. I took a long look and said to Sophie, “Do I look thatbad?”

She only arched an eyebrow at me and shook her head. I was taking that as ayes. She busied herself with Amelia, and I looked up to see Aiden sliding me a folded section of the newspaper. He tapped the headline, an article about developments in steelproduction.