The Note (Manhattan Nights #5) - Natalie Wrye Page 0,90

other side of the apartment.

Less than a minute later, Sophia emerges, a lavender saffron draped over her slender, curvy frame. One side of her chocolate-colored curls pinned, she smiles from the doorframe, taking every single breath in my body away.

She is absolutely stunning. In every sense.

The bodice of the dress hugs her tiny waist, cinching at the small dips. A plunging v-cut neckline shows off her ample cleavage and as she walks, she reveals a simple slit, clear up to her thigh.

The long skirt of the purple ensemble sweeps all the way down to the floor and as she sashays closer, white polish peeking from her open-toed shoes, I can hear my own heartbeat in my ears, my breath quickening with every step she takes in my direction.

Beneath my tux, an erection that could double as a ruler rises and I reach for her, closing the distance between us in seconds. I grip her waist.

“Wow.” It’s the only word I can say.

Sophia’s pretty lips slide into a smile. “That’s it? After two hours of Nancy tinkering with my makeup and shoes and experimenting with blushes that made me look like a Moulin Rouge reject? That’s the only word you’ve got for me?” She snorts, one eyebrow reaching for the sky. “You had more words for Cynthia and Ainsley the last time you saw them.”

“What, you mean the words ‘You’re fired’ and ‘Good-Bye’?”

“Just be happy that the jury is still out on whether good-bye is one word or two.”

She’s teasing, taunting as she touches me back, sending my hardness into steel territory, and I tip her chin, angling it up to meet mine.

“I used one word for one reason only: Because it’s the only one that I need. I need no other explanation for what you are, Sophia. No other description is necessary.”

I get ready to close my mouth over hers, breathing in her skin, when Nancy steps back into the room.

“Okay, okay, break it up, lovebirds. Now that Soph’s moved in here, you’ll both have plenty of time for hanky-panky later. It’s almost showtime.”

I check my watch, realizing that Nancy’s right. The limousine’s almost here.

And five minutes later, when it arrives, I am only too eager to bring Sophia’s body beside mine, clutching her closer as we slip inside the backseat.

The drive is only fifteen minutes to the church, but I plan to use every one of them. My gaze sweeps over Sophia’s lithe form.

“You look fucking amazing, Little Bear. I want you to know that.”

“More than one word this time,” she breathes against my lips. “I’ll take it.”

“Actually… I’ve got plenty more words where that came from. Give me five minutes and I’ll gladly give you all of them.” And then I grab her hips.

Sitting Sophia atop my slacks, I capture her kiss with mine. One finger on the partition button, another along her jaw, we stay that way, our mouths enraptured.

The partition closes inside the limousine, rendering us alone.

That taste of pure Sophia explodes on my tongue, and as our lips tangle, mouths melding as we kiss and lick and suck with increasing fervor, Sophia’s round arse grinds into my groin, making me harder than I ever thought possible, my cock straining against the fabric as her hand slips between us, rubbing softly.

I can’t hold back the groan that makes its way to my mouth as Sophia’s palm cups the edge of my cock. I grab her throat, gripping its edge.

“Christ, woman, you’re killing me.”

She grins. “Now you know what it feels like. You’ve ‘killed’ me too many times to count.”

“And I plan on doing so a million times more.” I tighten my hold on her. “But let’s compare notes, shall we?” I reach down, rubbing her clit and she gasps out loud, her voice a mere breath in the back seat. I put my lips to her ears, whispering. “Take off those panties for me, Little Bear.”

Like a good little one, she obliges immediately. I slip my hands under the skirt of Sophia’s pastel purple dress, grabbing the slips of lace underneath. Pulling them over her smooth backside as she lifts, I slowly slide them down her thighs until her fingers find their edges pulling them the rest of the way.

Naked beneath the fabric, Sophia’s hips circle a seductive path in my lap and it is all I can do not to zip down my fly without another word. Not to open my slacks, grip my solid-stone dick and drive it deep into the wily woman slowly