Tangled Up In You (Rogue #1)

Chapter 88

88

CONOR

T he tour ended in the primary bedroom, where Sophie insisted Conor try the oversized chair in the sitting area of the room to enjoy the endless sea view.

As he looked out at the water, he wondered at her welcome of him. God, it felt good to be received like that. Her smile was more brilliant than the view spread out before him. And the feel of her body against his with that lingering hug, well, it had almost done him in.

“This is spectacular,” he told her. “Well done.”

She didn’t reply but instead moved in front of him, blocking his view. The deep V-neck of her sweater allowed a tempting peek at the curves of her breasts, and he assumed she hadn’t expected any company as she usually wore some sort of pretty layer under such things. But he wasn’t complaining. Slouched in the chair, he smiled up at her in anticipation of some winsome remark she might make.

Instead, she fell to her knees, her body pressed between his legs. That sweater was now pulled even lower at the neckline, and as he looked down at her he could tell she was wearing his favorite style of bra beneath it. The pale pink demi-cup bra gave her smooth breasts the look of an offering. And she was tantalizingly close to being at eye-level—or rather, mouth-level with his groin. This was not at all what he had anticipated when he came here. He had simply wanted to see her, to be sure she was all right.

“Em,” he started, and moved to straighten up in the chair because his body was already responding to her. Jesus, what she could do to him.

But she grabbed his hips to stop him and he watched her. She reached out and touched his cheek, then let her fingers trail slowly down the side of his neck and along his chest, over his abdomen and across the waistband of his jeans. When her hand reached his crotch, he was hard.

“Sophie,” he said, and put his hand over hers. But she didn’t try to slip her hand away. Instead, she rubbed the length of him and he bit his lip, fighting to find the strength to stop her. And yet, he did nothing when she pulled open the buttons of his fly.

“This is what I want. Is it okay?” she asked.

He met her eyes and there was only desire for him. It was what he had wanted to see and feel from her for so long, and now there didn’t seem to be any hesitation on her part. He didn’t want to think about her motivations or what would happen beyond this moment. He didn’t want to think about the fact that she was likely using him in some way or what the consequences would be. It was wrong, but he couldn’t stop himself now that she was the one seducing him.

“You’re fucking right it’s okay,” he said and leaned toward her, kissing her full and hard on the mouth.