I’m lost in my head when I’m walking down the path to Vince’s place when my hand is grabbed and engulfed in another’s.
“Shit, you scared the pee out of me,” I admonish and play around as if I’m going to swat at him.
He chuckles, and then we’re both leisurely walking together. He must have just gotten off work. His sleeves are folded back to his forearms and now that I know where those tattoos lead, it makes me salivate even more.
We make it to his place, and he leads me to the side door. I head for the kitchen, already knowing I’m going to order pizza for us tonight, my treat. He heads toward the master bedroom, I’m already dressed for comfort tonight in a pair of loose drawstring shorts, a bralette, and another one of my oversized shirts. When Vince comes out, he’s in his signature cut off sweats and nothing else. He brings me into his chest, giving me a hug, and looks down at me and says, “Get those crazy thoughts out of your head. This is real. This is meant to be, and I don’t care if I have to travel to New York every week, until you find the next place you really truly want to live. I’ll follow you, Soph.”
“I’d follow you anywhere too, Vince. I don’t care that this is happening so soon. All I know is I’m not ready to say goodbye,” I tell him with emotion clogging my throat.
“Then when your vacation is over, it’s not goodbye. It’s a see you later, and Sophia, I’ll be at your place the very next weekend I leave Cancun,” he tells me and it’s reassuring.
I let out a sigh of relief before I lean up to kiss him on the lips, “I’m not sure how lucky we got in meeting each other, but I’ll take a layover in an airport any day if it means being with you.”
“Anytime. Anyplace. As long as you’re there, that’s where I’ll be,” he murmurs out and then his hands are on my hips and his lips are pressed against mine.
Chapter 22
Vince
Fuck, it’s now Sophia’s last night here with me, and, as much as I told her I’d be seeing her as soon as possible, I’m still going to miss the shit out of her. Waking up with her, talking to her face to face, and falling asleep with her in my arms, it’s enough to make my heart drop to my stomach. I’m not ready for her to go back to New York.
With it being her last night here, I’m taking her out on the town. Sophia loves to dance, and I’m man enough to admit the way she dances, it’s enough to make me stop in my tracks. I rush home to change from my suit and tie, into a pair of jeans, black tee shirt, and shoes. Sophia said she’d be getting ready in her hotel tonight. I think it’s a waste of money that she kept her place this whole time when she’s basically been living with me, but I wasn’t going to make her feel obligated to stay with me either. She’s got a streak of independence, and after Nick fucked her over, I can understand that. I grab my wallet, lock the door and head to Soph.
I’m so lost in thought, I’ve already made it to her room and knock on her door. I hear her say, “Just a second.” Moments later the door swings open and there she is in all her stunning beauty wearing a dress that’s floor length, short sleeves, a modest neck line, but the slit that nearly comes to the highest part on her thigh. That’s what has me swallowing my tongue.
“Damn, Babe. You’re taking my breath away,” I tell her as I grasp her hand and spin her around in a circle, seeing her in this dress and the heels that only make her legs look that much longer. Soph is smiling and laughing by the time I bring her back to looking at me.
“You look handsome yourself,” she tells me, going on her toes to kiss me, as I bend down slightly to meet her.
We break apart, head down stairs, and I ask the bellhop to grab us a taxi.
“Where are we going?” Sophia asks.
“Dinner, dancing, and maybe some drinking,” I tell her with a smirk. I’ve had Sophia in every way imaginable these last few days, everywhere possible at my place. Tonight, I’m going to see her in her element, with some good food and drinks, wrapped in my arms. I already know a tipsy Sophia is even more care free than she usually is, and that’s just how I intend to take her tonight.
We’re seated in the back of the taxi. She’s snuggled in close to me and her leg, the one that has that delicious slit up the side, is out. My eyes are on her and only her, my fingers slowly and tortuously running up and down her leg and she sighs, “Vince,” and I have to keep myself from peeling open her legs and seeing just how much this is turning her on.