Page 112 of Silver Fire
“Derek, more, please…”
“You want it hard or slow?”
“Hard,” Sophie gasped, realizing he was letting her control the tempo. “I want you to fuck me hard, Derek.”
Her panties were gone. Ripped off. Then she heard the growl before the full assault of his tongue hit her dead center. Spreading her wide, he ate like a man who had been starved for weeks. She felt his teeth graze her tender flesh almost painfully, but in that pain there was also sheer pleasure. She fisted her hands in his hair as her orgasm started to hit her. The pulsing increased exponentially before she felt a warm gush flood her sex and felt him lap up the liquid greedily. She came hard, her back arching as she cried out his name.
He quickly crawled up her body and slammed inside her. Hard. A low mewl of pleasure escaped her lips as he stretched her blissfully with his cock.
“Sophie. Ah, god, you feel like heaven, baby,” Derek groaned above her. He began moving inside her, thrusting into her, pounding her to the mattress. He would withdraw almost to the tip before sliding back inside her, filling her where she needed him most. Her muscles clenched involuntarily around him as he hit a sensitive spot, triggering another orgasm.
“Derek, I think, I think, I’m coming, don’t stop…”
“Fuck, baby,” His eyes widened as he watched her come again. Then he tensed, did a series of frantic thrusts before he shoved one last time inside her and buried his face on the side of her neck and shuddered violently as he came. Sophie felt him bite down on her shoulder like the first time they had sex. Then he nuzzled her hair before relieving her of his weight and dragging her on top of him.
He cupped her face, looked into her eyes deeply and murmured, “I love you, Sophie Marie Leroux.”
What?Sophie thought in a daze. His words knocked the air right out of her lungs. Is this some post-coital pillow talk? Or did Derek really love her?
She must have been frowning, because Derek’s brows drew together and he said, “Say something, Angel.”
“Um.” Sophie thought it was best if she wasn’t on top of him, so she pulled away. At first he resisted, but he eventually slackened his grip. He did not look happy.
She kneeled on the bed and sat on her heels, while he propped himself up on an elbow. His jaw was clenched.
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Sophie managed to squeak out.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Derek said sarcastically. “Maybe that you love me too?”
“I know I care for you, Derek, I really do,” Sophie said. “And maybe I love you, but I don’t think it’s fair for you to expect me to say it back if I’m not sure.”
He regarded her for a moment and sighed. “Yeah, you’re right.”
“Maybe it’s the post-coital effect—”
“Don’t, Sophie,” Derek cut in. “I’m not telling you what you feel, stop telling me what I feel.”
“Come here.” He nodded to his side.
“I’m not sure—”
“Come. Here,” he bit out, so she scooted back into his arms. She was lying on her back, he was still propped up on an elbow, staring down at her with a tenderness she had never seen in his eyes. “I’m in love you. I’ve known for a while. If it’s possible to love a person to the brink of insanity, then that’s what I feel for you.” He paused, searching her face as if contemplating whether he should say more, then he added, “I have never been in love before. I know it’s a lot to process, but I’m willing to be patient. Don’t pull away. Stick with me. And maybe you can love me even half as much as I love you. I’ll be happy with that.”
“Oh Derek.” Sophie’s eyes filled with tears. “That’s the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
“Thank fuck!” Derek muttered.
“You swear too much,” Sophie scolded him lightly.
“You love me for it anyway,” Derek deadpanned.
“Trying to get me to say it, Mr. Lockwood?” Sophie teased.
“Every time I could.”
* * *
Seriously,he was pussy-whipped. Sweat trickled down the side of his neck as Derek reclined on a picnic blanket under an old oak tree at one of the more popular New Park City public parks. People walking their dogs, road bikes navigating the bike trails, runners pounding pavement; it all seemed like a leisurely endeavor on a Sunday afternoon, but it was absolutely not his scene. He’d probably prefer playing basketball or soccer with the guys and have Sophie cheering him from the bleachers. Unfortunately, they were lounging around lazily and she was reading a book while he was pretending to nap. Hard to nap when the humidity was almost a 100 percent. What was Sophie thinking?