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“Sweetheart, I want you so much.”
    “I want you too.” She whispers, her eyes on my face.
    Frustration is making me mad, I think, as I run a hand through my hair, laughing softly at myself. I have to warn her, I think desperately. I have to let her know exactly what she’s going into. Maybe if I did, she would reject me.
    “I can’t make any promises, Sophie.” I say. “You don’t deserve someone who will forget about you the moment he’s out of town.”
    Her eyes widen, threatening to drown me in their green depths. “Will you forget me so quickly?”
    I look away. I should say yes, and then maybe she would walk away. “I don’t know.” I say instead, because deep down, I don’t want to go.
    For a long time, she says nothing. In my mind, I imagine my lonely drive back to Seattle, a cold shower, a night spent working in my study. I can do that, I think, just send me on my way Sophie.
    “What if I don’t care?” She asks softly, her words piercing my brain and making it incapable of rational thought. “What if I want you anyway?”

Chapter Four
    T HE CAR IS SILENT EXCEPT FOR the sound of our breathing. I feel as if I’m drowning in the invitation in Sophie’s eyes. God I want her, I want her so badly I‘ve lost the ability to think clearly. I tear my gaze away from her face and start the car.
    Driving as fast as I can, I clear the distance to her apartment in almost no time. I go over to her side to open the door, and as I take her hand I feel my palms burn where they touch her skin.
    She looks up at me, her eyes questioning. Her lips parted invitingly. I want to claim them again, but I know that if I kiss her, I won’t be able to stop myself from making love to her right here by the car. I almost groan as that particular image enters my mind. I’m already aching and swollen with arousal. I gesture for her to lead the way, barely restraining myself from grabbing her as she walks ahead of me on the stairs to her apartment.
    Once inside, I can’t contain my hunger. I reach for her, pulling her close and filling my senses with the fresh scent and taste of her skin. She rewards my touch with a sweet, soft moan, fanning the feverish flames heating my blood to a boiling point.
    Her body is beautiful, soft, smooth, and so incredibly responsive. I undress her, devouring the sweetness of her lips and trailing my fingers over her firm curves. Soon I have her almost naked, her legs wrapped around my waist, her breast wondrously soft in my hands, my heavy, aching groin pressed against her moist panties. I want to plunge deep into her warmth. I want to feel the deepest parts of her. I’m going insane, and there’s nothing I can do to stop myself.
    She moans and rubs herself against me, causing an explosion to go off in my brain. And even though all I want is to turn her anticipation into the sweetest passion she’s ever felt, I attempt to warn her again.
    “I am going to make love to you now,” I say thickly, trying to still my hungry hands, “so if you want me to stop, tell me.”
    She shakes her head, and that’s all I need. I manage to tear off my clothes before I carry her in the direction of her room.
    I want to make it good for her. So I hold myself back, pleasuring her body, tasting her, arousing her, making her come with my fingers and my tongue, and reveling in the pleasure of watching her lose herself with abandon.
    When I finally press myself against her silky warmth, she is wet and ready. I want to go slow, but the pleasure is indescribable. It takes over my mind, and I lose control, plunging deep into her, and feeling every mind blowing sensation as her body closes and tightens around me.
    Her cry of pain tears through the haze of my pleasure. I stop, but then she urges me to continue, moving her hips to let me know what she wants. I try to hold back the waves of sensations that have taken over my body. It’s no use, when she starts to moan, her hips moving to meet mine, my brain switches