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making her melt against him.
    Sophia gasped a little in surprise when he sat down suddenly on the bed and brought her to sit on his lap. In that position, she could clearly feel how strong and muscled his thighs were underneath her. She shifted experimentally, and now it was his turn to gasp.
    “You feel good there,” he said, looking up at her, and the sheer awe she saw in his eyes made her bold—far bolder than she ever had been before.
    “I bet I know how I might feel better…”
    Before he could respond, she turned and straddled his lap, letting her skirt ride up to her thighs. She followed his gaze, and smiled, because she knew what he was seeing. Her thighs were long, pale and muscular. When he reached to curl his hands around them, she purred with pleasure. She knew he could feel the muscle there, and from the stirring between his legs, she knew that he liked it.
    She trailed her fingers through his blond hair, enjoying how thick and shaggy it was. It was a touch long for fashion, and she suspected that he was the type to simply run a brush through it and head out in the morning. He made a pleased sound deep in his throat when she carded her fingers through it. When she gave it a gentle yank, his voice dropped down to a growl.
    His hands gripped her thighs a little tighter, and in response, she rocked against him longingly. Now she could feel the rough denim against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, and it made her breath come a little faster, made her press her face to the crook of his neck.
    “Do you know what you want, honey?” he asked, his voice rough and intimate. “Do you know what you want with me, hmm?”
    She did. She wanted the strength of his body around her, on top of her, filling her up, making her cry out the way that she dreamed of late at night. She wanted all of him, but the words were too hard to say, especially when one hand was tracing maddening patterns on her thighs and the other had found its way under the hem of her tank-top and was stroking the sensitive skin at her lower back.
    “I want that…” she whispered, and his soft laugh raised goosebumps on her skin.
    “Just that?” he asked. “I'm for you, Sophia, and whatever you want tonight, that is what we're going to do.”
    “I want all of you,” she said, and a moment of shyness made her press close to him.
    His arousal was plain against her, but she could also feel the restraint in his large, muscular frame. There was power there, but it was bent towards pleasing her, to protecting her, and in that moment, she knew that it was true. She did want all of him, and right now, nothing else would do.
    He groaned and pressed closely against her. His fingers sought and found the hem of her tank-top. Slowly, surely, he pulled it over her head. She blushed a little. It wasn't like she had been expecting anything even vaguely like this to happen, and the bra she wore was tan and dull. He grinned at her, and he showed her that it made no difference at all by unfastening it with swift sure motions.
    Her breasts were round and heavy, resting against her body. She had always thought that they were too big, too boxy to be sexy, but it was clear that Dominic didn't feel that way. He lifted one up with reverence, cupping it in his hand. His calloused thumb caressed the skin by her nipple, bringing it to a hard point. Sophia sucked her breath in with surprise when he brought his other hand up to lightly touch the side of her breast. He ran just the edge of his nails over it again and again, until she was squirming in his lap, needy and wanting more in a way that she couldn't explain.
    “My breasts aren't that sensitive,” she said in surprise, and his grin was devilishly sexy.
    “I think you're wrong on that one,” he said. “It just looks like you never took the time to find out before now.”  
    She couldn't help but agree. After the disaster that occurred the last time she had tried to do something like this, there had been