“I’m going home to Soph. I assume you wanted me here so I could explain this to her?”
“I think she’ll take it better coming from you than from me,” Anthony said. “I’d like to be there for her, though. Be the father I used to be for her.” Nox could tell he meant it. Nodding to the man, he walked out the door, dialing his mom’s house as he ran to his car.
She picked up as soon as he’d buckled in. “Hey, sweetheart, how’d things go?” He’d explained in the note who he was meeting just not why.
“Good, Ma. I’ve got good news for Soph. She up yet?”
“She’s getting dressed now. Levi’s on his way over, and we’re going down to the Waffle Shack for breakfast.” Her voice was relieved.
“I’ll meet you there.” He hung up before she could respond.
The drive back seemed quicker than normal knowing they were finally getting a reprieve from all the drama that had been surrounding them. He could finally have Sophia the way he was meant to.
Completely.
Solely.
She would be his, and nothing would stop them now.
Even the darkest night will end, and the sun will rise.
They were just being seated at their table as a rumble washed through Sophia like the rain of a stormy night.
Nox.
Her body lit up when she saw his car roll into the parking lot through the huge windows of the restaurant. Needing a minute alone with him, she excused herself and went outside. She knew the exact moment he laid eyes on her. His gaze lit up with excitement and heat as they grazed her body like a whispered caress.
A smirk played on his lips as he looked from her to his car and back. The blush working up her cheeks was from her mind playing back the scene when he first picked her up, and she mentioned she had a matching dress to his car.
His steps as he walked towards her were full of purpose as he reached his destination. One hand wrapped tightly around her waist while bringing her flush to his masculine frame. They were quiet a moment as she absorbed his warmth and strength. Tightening his other arm around her back, he buried his head in her neck and hugged her tightly to him, lifting her off the ground. Her own arms wrapped around his neck to cradle his head to her from behind.
“Soph.” He breathed against her, saying her name like a prayer.
“Is everything okay?”
“It is now,” he murmured, kissing up her neck and jaw to finally capture her lips in a passionate exchange. She was so lost in him she forgot they were in a parking lot. That’s what he did to her when she was around him. Lennox made it so she got lost in him and him alone.
His hands on her back kept her steady against his body with her feet floating off the ground. His erection pressed against her core, and all she wanted to do was go home. To feel his body sliding against hers as they made love.
Pulling back, out of breath, he murmured so only she could hear as others walked by them. “I want to be buried in you, Sophia.”
“Can we go?” she whispered back.
Nox looked away from her for a moment to nod towards Levi who was staring out the window she had seen him from before walking her to the passenger side of his car. After buckling her in and striding around the front, they were on their way.
She had assumed they were going back to his mother’s house. Not the case as she saw a few minutes later when they pulled into the driveway of his home. The garage door rose slow as molasses—or that’s how it felt, at least—while he drove forward to park them in the enclosed space.
No words were said or needed as she watched him climb from the car, his body practically vibrating with restrained lust. For her. It was all for Sophia. He opened her door, offering a hand to help her out.
Once she was standing and the door was shut again, she cuddled in his arms. Pelvis to pelvis, heart to heart, lips to lips. He carried her to the front of the car and placed her on the hood. Pushing her body down with his, he moved each foot to sit on the edge so her knees were upright, a
nd she was wide open for him. Not once did he break their kiss.
Standing up straight, he gazed down at her, her arms splayed out to the side, hair a mess she was sure, and her need for all things Lennox reflected in her stare. His hands roamed freely up and down her chest while he watched her breathing pick up speed. His own nearly matching her. The intensity in his midnight orbs had her lungs stuttering to draw in air. He was a man possessed. The look so feral, powerful, as he gripped his shirt from behind, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the ground.
His muscles rippled with uncontrolled movements. Almost like he would break free of his skin if he didn’t have her. She’d never seen him so…aggressive. And yet, as he drew the skirt of her dress up to her waist and removed her panties, his touch was gentle, loving, as his fingers drew lines on the insides of her thighs.
Her eyes closed of their own volition so she could savor every touch, every movement of his strong hands against her cool flesh. The only sound in the room, their combined harsh breathing.