Sophie let out a loud moan and arched her bottom into the hard bulge in his pants that was pushing against her.
“Oh, baby, there is so much I want to do with you. I think you need to be a little more healed up before that.” He groaned into her neck, although he didn’t stop tormenting her breast. In fact, he switched to the other one and was rolling the nipple causing her to whimper.
“Then you better stop before you make me very cranky, Mr. Rochon,” she said quietly but urgently.
She was so hot and bothered that she was willing to look past the aching in her chest and the pounding in her head to get a little playtime with Cage.
“You’re right, but just so you know, this,” he thrust his hips against her ass, “is all your fault and isn’t going away anytime soon.”
This made Sophie giggle which got her a tap on her ass from the hand that had just been fondling her breast.
Another giggle and Sophie felt Cage peel out of the bed. He reached for her hand, helping her up. Walking her back out to the couch he tucked her back in and went to the kitchen to make dinner.
“I can cook, Cage. I feel bad lounging around not doing anything,” she said, making a move to get up.
“Sit,” he barked. “You are recovering and not cooking until I think you’re healed. Besides, I may not be a chef but I know how to make spaghetti without burning it,” he said proudly.
During dinner they talked about Cage, his family, and his education. He had a degree in environmental studies and had always planned on working the family business. He talked about his brothers and his parents. How much he loved hiking and fishing, his love for the land was clear.
He asked Sophie about her life and she was a little more forthcoming that she had been with his mother. She told him that outside of cooking she didn’t have any long-term life goals. It may sound like she was unfocused, but she always knew that life was going to lead her in the direction she was intended to go, whatever that might be. They talked until Sophie’s eyes started to droop and the furrows on her forehead showed the headache that was building. Giving her some medicine and tucking her into bed, Cage told her goodnight with a kiss on her head.
“You aren’t staying?” She couldn’t help but ask the question.
“I’d love to, darlin’ but you need to heal and I need to sleep. Lying that close to your delectable body without being able to touch you would ensure I not get any sleep tonight. I’ll see you in the morning, promise.”
Sophie fell asleep thinking how nice it would have been able to cuddle up to that big warm man while she slept. That night she dreamed about bears again.
Chapter 16
A week passed with Sophie and Cage spending most of their free time together. After a few days, Sophie moved back to the mess hall much to Cage’s dismay. No matter how much stomping and growling he threw at her, Sophie knew she needed to get back to work. It didn’t take long for her to realize that Cage was worried about her.
She had gotten regular check-ins from both Wyatt and Conner who she was finally able to meet. It seemed when Cage got busy he sent his younger brothers to do the “Sophie check”. She didn’t really mind, she found it sweet most of the time. A few times she found it downright hot. Twice Cage came in to check on her in the kitchen and dragged her back to her room. He pinned her against the wall and ravaged her mouth in hot wet drugging kisses that left them both panting.
Cage would rub his face up and down her neck while grinding his hips and hard cock into her stomach. She wanted to rip his clothes off and ride him like an Old West cowgirl on her tiny single bed. Inevitably, Cage would break off the kiss, growling that she wasn’t better yet and leave her panting and damp in her room.
She was feeling much better, but Cage had some kind of radar when it came to her. He could see when she was tired or her head started to hurt. He got annoyed when he saw her lifting something too heavy and caught her wincing at the pull to her chest.
He took her off of meal service and told her she was only allowed to cook. He had a couple of guys come in before meals to lift the heavy trays and put them out for her. She appreciated the thoughtfulness, but didn’t like being labeled an invalid either.
After a week of this, she was fed up. She was feeling much better and she was so horny she could scream. She had a plan, and tonight she was acting on it. She boxed up two servings of dinner and dessert and headed over to the office.
Without knocking she walked in and found Cage at his desk mumbling to himself.
He looked up and smiled when he saw her.
“Hey, darlin’, what are you doing here? Dinner over?”
“No, the guys said they’d tidy up after dinner. I brought over a picnic. You and I are going to head to your house, eat this fine meal, then we are going to bed. The same bed, this time,” she said, taking a deep breath. She was trying to be all casual and sexy, but her bravado didn’t come across that clear. She knew she sounded a little more panicked and desperate. But she’d already thrown the gauntlet down, she just hoped Cage picked it up.