“Is that so,” he said, giving her a sexy grin. See, how did he manage to pull that off so easily she wondered.
“Yes, that’s so. Cage Rochon, you have been teasing me all week and I can’t take it anymore. Seriously, I’m feeling a little crazy. My dreams are getting weirder and all I can think about is you naked,” she blurted out. Shoot, that was not what she had planned to say. Nice job Sophie.
Cage sat at his desk, just staring at her. She felt her face turn red, she wanted to escape. Invent a time machine and go back and not tell Cage that she dreamed about him naked. Clearly that was not her most logical choice.
Standing up and coming around the edge of the desk, Sophie watched Cage stalk towards her. When he reached her his hands cupped her face and he gave her a long wet kiss. His hands slid down to her shoulders and around to her back, ending on her ass. He gave her a hard pull and she felt the hardness in his pants.
“I think about you naked all the time too Sophie Carlton, so we’re even,” he admitted kissing her again.
Thank goodness for that, Sophie thought. Tipping her head back to look at him, she saw that yellow tinge around his eyes again that he got whenever they were getting hot and heavy. She liked it.
“Are you sure you’re feeling better? We can wait, darlin’, we don’t have to rush anything. Neither of us is going anywhere. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you, but I also don’t want to rush you.”
Laughing, Sophie said, “I’m sure you didn’t lack for female company Cage.”
Giving her a sad little smirk, he admitted, “You’d be surprised, honey, I’ve been alone for years. And I mean that, years. No dating, no girlfriends, no one.”
“But why?” Her brain struggled to figure out if she had missed some kind of blaring red flags on why this catch of a man was still single.
“It’s hard to explain, and I will explain it, just not now. I’ve been waiting for you Sophie, the one I’m meant to be with. I know that sounds crazy and too soon. But I know what I want, what I need and that’s you.”
Sophie was a bit addled at this declaration. They’d known each other a week and this man sounded like he was truly, what? In lust? In love? She wasn’t sure about her own feelings, all she knew is if she didn’t get into his pants soon, someone was going to pay.
“This is so fast, Cage. I say that and I think we shouldn’t be this involved already. But I can’t stop how I feel about you,” she said looking up at him with confusion.
“Trust me, honey, trust me that this is totally normal and it’s right for both of us. What we have doesn’t happen every day. It’s a miracle, whether you believe in those or not. I’ve waited years and years for this. If I need to, I’ll wait a little longer to be with you.”
“I do trust you, Cage. And I do want to be with you. I’m feeling one hundred percent better and I need you tonight. Need you like oxygen or really nice knives,” she said a little embarrassed. Realizing her needs in life might differ from normal people.
Sighing and pulling her tighter into his arms, Cage stroked her back and cupped her head to his chest.
“What do you say we go home,” he offered.
She liked that, home. She’d never thought of her parent’s house as a home. Too old and stodgy and you never were allowed to touch anything. Cage’s cabin felt like it should have a family in it. She could see a giant Christmas tree in the front window shining out onto the forest. Kids laughing and playing with new toys, indulgent parents sipping tea and enjoying the chaos.
She wondered if a life like that was possible for her?
“Yes, Cage, take me home.”
Chapter 17
Standing in the bathroom of Cage’s master bedroom, Sophie was working up her courage. Her horny bravado was fading fast now that they were back at his house. What if he didn’t like how she looked naked? She wasn’t skinny, she had way too many soft bits. Did she go out there naked? In her bra and panties? Crap, she was not good at this, she thought. Deciding to ditch her pants and keep on the v-neck sleeveless shirt she was wearing and her knickers she took a deep breath and opened the door.
Cage had lit candles and placed them around the room. They gave off a warm glow and smelled like vanilla. Her eyes scanned the room and she saw Cage staring out the window. Or at least he had been. Now he was staring at her. He’d removed his shirt and was standing barefoot in just his jeans.
He looked scrumptious, like a triple layer chocolate torte. Okay maybe not a torte, but he did look delicious she thought.
His eyes scanned her body and this made Sophie fidget and pull at the hem of her shirt. She bit her lip and nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.