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pelvis, her pussy. She moved up to meet him as he kissed her more and when he broke the kiss to lick down her throat, she gasped.
    ‘Bedroom?’ She whispered it, feeling almost shy.
    ‘Are you sure?’
    ‘I’m sure.’
    ‘Because I want you to be sure. I really … want you to be sure,’ he said.
    She could tell he was not saying something.
    ‘Because?’
    ‘Because if we go in there, I’m not holding back. I had no idea my normal sunrise attendance would come with a very beautiful, incredibly interesting perk this morning.’
    ‘Everyone says that about Simon –’ She tried to joke it off, but he put his fingers to her lips.
    ‘Don’t do that. I meant you. And as amazing as your dog is, you, Sophie, are all I’m interested in right now.’
    There was a brief alarm bell inside her. You’re feeling this because you’re seeking it, she told herself. This isn’t the Universe providing. It’s you seeing what you think you need. This is too good to be true …
    All possible true statements, yet she had no intention of saying no. And every intention of leading him to her bed.
    She tugged him along until they hit the doorway and then he scooped her up and carried her through. Sophie let out a startled cry but her stomach warmed at the gesture. It felt natural, not odd at all and that, she realised, was a real head-scratcher. There was time to scratch her head later, though.
    His mouth came down on the back of her neck when he set her down. ‘This day has taken a decided turn for the better,’ he said softly.
    The skin along her neck prickled, her scalp tingled. His hands came up to cup her breasts through her thin sweater. He pinched her nipples so the sensation of mild pain travelled in a shockwave through her. Her pussy clenched up tight before softening. She was wet, she could tell – terribly wet. She tried to turn in his arms but he held her steady, kissing down a bit further to the slope of her shoulder.
    Sophie trembled in his arms. She couldn’t remember the last time someone made her tremble. Maybe never.
    Her heartbeat was rapid and she licked her lips trying so hard to focus beyond the steady thump in her cunt. It was useless. It was all-encompassing. All she could feel. When he slid his hand beneath her sweater and stroked the skin of her belly, she spread her stance, anticipating his touch. Tate noticed, and moved his hand a bit lower, slipping inside her pants. Cupping her mound for a moment, his skin bleeding heat into hers. When he stretched out a finger to find her clit, she moaned. The way he touched her sent a fork of imaginary lightning through her body. Sophie angled her pelvis so she could give him better access.
    ‘Wet,’ he said, nipping her ear. ‘So very wet. And might I say, you smell perfect.’
    ‘Perfect?’ she murmured.
    ‘Cold air, sunshine, sex …’
    ‘Perfect,’ she echoed. Then he did let her turn in his arms. His contact with her nether lips broke and she felt sad for it, but he was peeling off her top and her bra and his tee. They were finally – blissfully – crushed flesh to flesh and she could feel the wild beat of his heart against her bare breast.
    ‘I know it’s stupid to say this. I shouldn’t care –’ she started. He kissed her quiet.
    ‘Then don’t care,’ he said.
    ‘It’s just I don’t run around picking up men in the park is all …’
    His lips travelled down over her clavicle, calling forth shivery sensations and prickling goosebumps. His big hands settled on her hips and just the heat bleeding off his skin was enough to make her melt.
    ‘I wouldn’t care if you did. The point is that you and I ended up here. Me and you.’ He held her tighter to his body. She felt the weighted slide of his cock against her pussy lips.
    ‘Take my pants off,’ she barked and then a crazy laugh escaped her.
    ‘I thought you’d never ask.’ He pushed her jeans down and Sophie realised her skin was still cold beneath her clothes. His lips