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A cork popped behind her, making her jump. She spun to see Henry pouring them each a glass of champagne. “To celebrate,” he said when he caught her look. His smile was slow and sensual as he handed her the overflowing flute.
Their hands brushed as she took the glass and Sophie felt another spark of heat leap from him to her. It sank into her skin and burned through her veins, igniting her blood. “What are we celebrating?” Her voice came out husky.
“Us.” He raised his glass, touching its rim to hers before lifting it to his sculpted lips. His eyes were intent on her face as he drank deeply, strong tan throat working as he swallowed.
Sophie licked her lips. “To us.” She drained her glass in one long, breathless sip. The bubbles rushed straight to her head, making her feel light, as she set her glass aside. Henry had removed his tuxedo jacket and draped it over one of the chairs on the terrace. She reached up and untied his bow-tie, slowly drawing it from his collar before dropping the length of fabric onto the chair as well.
“You look amazing tonight, dolce. I was the envy of every man at the party,” he said with heavy breath as she began to unbutton his shirt.
“I look this way because of you. The dress, the shoes...” she trailed off, biting her lip as his dark chest hair came into view. She bent her head to rub her mouth over the coarse, wiry hair. He smelled of cinnamon and bergamot, and when she pressed her tongue to his flesh he tasted of the spices. The flavor was headier than the champagne he fed her.
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It’s not the dress, or the shoes. It’s you.” He pulled her hips into him. She could feel the hard ridge of his erection against her belly. She made quick work of the last few buttons of his shirt and shoved it from his shoulders, an electric shiver coursing over her skin at the sight of his naked chest.
Henry lifted the champagne and filled his mouth again. It dripped down onto his chest, glistening like diamonds on his skin and in the fine, soft hair of his flat belly. Sophie followed the trail with her tongue, licking the ridges of his abdomen thirstily. She paused to circle her tongue around the flat copper disc of his nipple, scraping the sensitive bud with her teeth. Henry groaned and pulled her back up, drawing their faces together.
He was insistent and demanding as he kissed her, sucking her lower lip hard as his tongue swept along the line of her teeth. Sophie shuddered. Her knees felt weak and she was dizzy with the alcohol and the hot, hard presence of the man. The world shifted suddenly and Sophie gasped. “Henry!”
He had scooped her up, the arm beneath her legs still holding the half empty bottle of champagne. He cradled her against his bare chest as he strode back into the penthouse. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” he growled.
Sophie clung to his neck, hot blood throbbing in her sex. She nibbled the smooth expanse of Henry’s naked shoulder, delighting in the shiver that coursed down his spine. “I thought we were doing a fine job of disrobing where we were.”
“I want you to be comfortable,” he said, glancing down at her with a wicked grin, “for what I have in store for you.”
Sophie squirmed in his arms as he began to climb the stairs. “Where are you taking me?”
“To the bedroom.” She pressed her thighs together at his words, seeking the friction her body so desperately wanted.
“Aren’t there any on this floor?” The place was huge. Surely there was more than one bedroom.
Henry’s arm tightened slightly around her back. His voice was rough velvet. “I want you in my bed, Sophie.”
Heat prickled in her cheeks, she’d been eager for him since the last time she’d shared his bed. Whatever her mind and heart had felt, her body had never been torn about what it wanted. Now that she was so close to having it again, it clamored for him, nerves singing loudly in anticipation of his touch.
When he pushed into his bedroom and she saw that vast bed, covered with the thick green duvet, desire twisted down her spine. He slowly lowered her feet to the ground, setting the champagne on a small bedside table. His chest heaved slightly, though not with exertion. The color burning in his cheeks was lust.
He bent to kiss her, his tongue slipping sensuously between her lips to tease hers. The erotic play of his mouth across hers was so sweetly drugging it took her a minute to feel the tug of his fingers on the dress’ zipper.
He dragged the now loose dress from her shoulder, following the naked curve with the heated silk of his lips. Sophie let her head fall back, resting her hands on his smooth, hard hip bones as he traced the descending path of her dress with his mouth and tongue. He caught one stiff breast between his teeth, wet tongue pressing through the thin lace of her bra.
“Henry, god!” she cried as the dress slipped off completely, puddling around her feet. It was expensive. He should probably hang it up. Sophie opened her mouth to say so, but he bit her perky nipple gently through her bra and she didn’t care about the dress anymore.
“Lay back on the bed, dolce,” he murmured against her belly. He straightened, urging her backward until her knees touched the soft green coverlet. She sat, leaning back on her hands and staring greedily at Henry’s naked torso. “Further,” he pressed.
She wriggled further onto the bed. The movement made her aching breasts sway against the damp lace of her bra. Henry’s dark eyes flared as she reached up with one hand and flicked open the garment’s front closure. As soon as it was undone the halves parted, and he groaned at the sight of her bare breasts.
Sophie shrugged the straps from her shoulders and tossed the scrap of flimsy material away, leaving her in just the heels and panties. Henry reached for her left foot, cupping her heel in his hand and stroking along the length of her shin. He dropped a kiss on the tips of her toes, peeking out from the crystal-studded Louboutin’s, and then drew the shoe off and laid it aside, repeating the same sensual process with her other foot.
He stroked his warm palms up her calves, brushing teasing fingers into the crease of her knees as he moved upward, parting her thighs gently. His fingertips hooked beneath the elastic of her panties and tugged them down. Sophie lifted her hips slightly, helping him.
When she lay naked and quivering he unzipped his own slacks and pushed them from his hips. The outline of his erection was visible through the thin, soft cotton of his boxers. She waited for him to remove them as well, but he didn’t. She couldn’t contain the tiny whimper of disappointment.
“I told you, dolce. I have plans for you. There’s no rush.”
She wanted to argue the point. The throbbing in her pussy, the tension coiled in her belly, the aching need in the tips of her breasts, that was the rush.
“Please, Henry. I need you.” She spread her thighs, feeling no embarrassment at the admission.
