Sliding into bed behind her, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her against my chest. I bury my nose in her hair and inhale the scent of her sweet shampoo. Then I press a kiss below her ear and feel her shiver.
“Are you awake?” I whisper.
“No.”
I chuckle as I feather my lips along the nape of her neck. “No? So I shouldn’t ask you out on a date for this Saturday?”
“Mmm…” she hums, and I watch the corners of her lips tilt up. “What kind of date?”
Smirking, I slide my hand into her sleep shorts and wait to see if she stops me or not. When she doesn’t, I explore further until I realize she’s not wearing panties.
“Did you lose an item of clothing?” I taunt, moving my hand down lower.
“Figured I’d help you out…” she says overly sweet.
I smile, bringing my mouth over her ear as my finger slowly slides inside her, feeling how wet and smooth she is. “Goddamn, woman. You’ve been waiting for me?”
“Would it be corny to say I’ve been waiting for the last three years?” She finally lifts her eyes and looks at me over her shoulder.
“Yes, but I’d love it just the same.” I slant my mouth over hers and lose myself for a moment. “So about that date. What do you say?”
Sophie’s breathing rapidly against me as I wait for her response. “I suppose I could squeeze you into my schedule.”
“Oh, well thank you,” I mock, then flash a wink at her. “But I only take girlfriends on dates, so…”
“Really?” Her eyes widen as she bites down on her lower lip. I sink a second finger inside her, and she gasps. “You really want to have this conversation right now?” Her head falls back against my shoulder as I increase my pace, rocking in and out of her tight pussy.
“I think I do,” I tell her matter-of-factly. “Unless you’d rather I’d introduce you in the same category as Liam? Even though you’re a much hotter roommate.”
“So what are you saying? You want to make it official?” Sophie grins. “Change my status on Facebook or something?”
I chuckle at her condescending tone, sinking deeper inside her as I bring the pad of my thumb to her clit and rub circles over it. “I’m saying, I want you to be mine, Sophie. I know we’re taking things slow, but you’ve been the game changer in my life longer than I want to admit. I might’ve taken a long ass time to finally get here, but fuck, baby. I don’t want to let you go now. I want you all to myself and want the fucking world to know it.”
Sophie’s breathing picks up as I bring her closer to the edge. As she bites down on her lip, I listen to her uneven breaths as she rides out her climax. Her mouth parts as her eyes seal shut and moans escape her. When she’s come down from her high, Sophie turns around, and I slide my fingers between my lips.
“Still so goddamn sweet.”
Sophie plants her palms against my cheek and brings our mouths together for a searing kiss. When she pulls back, she stares at me with a joyful grin. “You’re kind of a softy under all those layers of concrete.”
“I am not concrete,” I defend. “Wait, I’m not a softy either.”
She chuckles. “Yes. I’ll go on a date with you.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Sophie
Seeing this side of Mason is something I never thought would happen. I’ve hoped, dreamed, and fantasized about it, but I never thought it’d become a reality. From the moment he kissed me last weekend after confessing his demons about his past, I’ve somehow managed to fall even harder for Mason Holt.
When he asked me out on a date and implied he only takes his girlfriends out, I thought I was going to pass out. I might be in my mid-twenties, but he made my heart flutter like a fourteen-year-old girl at a One Direction concert.
“So how was your baby appointment?” I ask Lennon once we find seats at Panera. She was dying for their broccoli cheese soup, and I only had a half day of rehearsals. Unfortunately, Maddie had classes.
“It was awesome!” She beams, putting some roll pieces in front of Allie in her high chair. “Weighed and measured me, all the usual checkup stuff, but we’ll go back in a couple of weeks to get an ultrasound and the official estimated due date.”
“Oh yay! Any intuition on what you think the gender is?” I ask before taking a bite of my sandwich.
“I’m leaning toward a boy because this pregnancy has felt so different from my first, but they say each time can be different no matter what the gender. So honestly, I don’t know! I’ll be happy either way.”
“I know you will be.” I smile, looking at Allie who’s munching on some bread. “Are you excited to become a big sissy?” I ask Allie, and she furrows her brows at me. “Guess not.”