“Sophia?” He raised a questioning black eyebrow at her.
“My new daughter’s name is Sophia,” she explained. “Isn’t it beautiful?”
He flashed his most endearing smile at her and winked at Sophia, “Indeed. After yours, the most beautiful name in the world.”
Sophia looked at the two of them and the love she saw in their eyes made her heart burst. Oh, my. Have I found my angel in disguise?
10.47 p.m.
She watched him unabashedly as she dipped her spoon in the box and licked its back. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing sinewy forearms. His shoulders were wide, and vibrant energy was rolling off him in thick waves.
I want you. She closed the refrigerator door and walked lithely, fixing him with a devious stare, until she was mere inches from him.
Alistair shifted on his feet, unsure. Me. Hesitating. Inconceivable!
He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto the island, standing between her legs.
Sophia giggled, holding out a spoonful of the frozen treat. “Tangerine.”
“I prefer orange topped with vanilla sauce and rose petals.” He smiled and allowed her to feed him, and when she leaned forward, her tongue darted out to lick his lips, he found himself lightheaded. Images from a movie flashed through his mind.
“Have you seen Nine and a half weeks?”
She creased her pretty nose, “Never heard of it.”
Aye, you were a child. “Mmm, then close your eyes,” he purred, “let me surprise you.”
“Hmmm.” She licked the spoon, again. “No. I don’t think so.”
“Ah. No, you said?” he tsked and closed the refrigerator door. Slowly, he pulled the dishcloth from its hanger. “Sophia, that was your one chance. Now, you’ll do as I want.” He stretched the dishcloth between his hands, folded it and put it over her eyes, tying it at the back of her head, murmuring on her lips, “You’ll have to learn to obey my commands.”
“Never, sire. I’m rebellious.”
Sophia, Sophia. He started disrobing her, pulling off her T-shirt.
“In the kitchen?” Sophia was astonished.
He nibbled her shoulder before confirming, “Aye, in the kitchen. Some other time, we’re going to test the pool. How about that?”
“Okay.” She smiled sassily at him. “Then lock the door, please.”
“Don’t move or you’ll fall.”
As he crossed the room to lock the door, she silently jumped off the island, pushing the blindfold up on her head, a naughty smile on her lips.
Alistair continued to talk, unaware she was tiptoeing around the island to hide from him. “And I don’t want to hear any screams. It’ll be a good test of your control.” He heard a soft thud and, when he turned, he was alone in the kitchen.
He looked around and there was no sight of her, “Sophia?”
Alistair felt a strange exhilaration fill him as her stifled giggles reached him. Three months ago, if one of his friends had said to him that he would be turned on looking for a woman in a dark kitchen, he would have told them they were crazy. He picked up her soft cotton T-shirt and dipped his nose in it, inhaling her scent and palmed his arousal, shaking his head, amazed.
“Hide and seek, Sophia? What will my prize be when I find you?” He looked under the table and behind the island.
No Sophia.
No answer.
No sound.
Not in the kitchen? He swept the room and his eyes paused on the door that lead outside. No. Not possible.
Sophia was having the time of her life. “Meow.”
Alistair’s eyes whipped to the end of the room, where the muffled sound had come from. In the soft night light that came in through the windows, he couldn’t make out where she was. “You are in for it now, lass.”
Sophia giggled in the dark.
On hearing the sound, Alistair darted forward, but he still couldn’t locate her hiding place. He switched the kitchen lights on and frowned, “Where the hell are you?”
“Meow,” she said again.
He groped the wall and found a sliding door.
“Ah-ha!” He flicked on the lights and found her sitting on her heels in the corner of the pantry, with only her scarf around her neck, a flimsy bra and jeans, the blindfold holding her hair back. He stopped in the middle of the room and barked a laugh, “You’re completely crazy, you know? Now. What’s my prize?”
“My lord, I’m so sorry I caused you trouble.” She crawled to him on all fours, until she found his bare feet. Alistair grunted at the sight. She rose on her knees and opened his zipper, “Will a blow job make up for it?”
Jesus, Mary and Joseph!! Her T-shirt fell from his fingers and he shoved his hands in her hair, pushing the dishcloth away, as she tore down his jeans and briefs.
“I don’t think-” As soon as she put her mouth around him, he changed his mind, groaning, “Aye, it will. It will.”
The corners of Sophia’s mouth curled up around his girth and she raised her hands to open his soft flannel shirt, as she slowly explored his length with her tongue and lips. Her nails grazed his waist.
“That’s so good,” he breathed. “Do it again.”
But she didn’t obey his request and raised her hands until she found his nipples and pinched them lightly.
Alistair grunted loudly and bit his lip to control the pleasure that was building up too quickly inside him, as she sucked him deeper.
When Sophia’s nails rounded to his back and unexpectedly clawed down his back all the way to his buttocks, he almost spilled in her mouth. He gasped loudly and withdrew from her lips, removing his jeans and briefs in a swift movement, dropping to his knees and shrugging off his shirt.
“Now, you are going to pay for what you did,” he murmured against her mouth before taking it in a fierce kiss, while his hands freed her from her bra and opened her jeans. He laid her down on the floor and pulled off her jeans and panties.
He wanted her as he’d never wanted another woman. He nestled himself between her thighs and raised himself on his elbows, nudging her with his length, “So ready, Sophia.”
“Come on. I’m wet and horny,” she moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.
“Talking dirty,” he tsked and smiled against her lips. “I think I’m going to punish you for that.”
“Do it and I’ll punish you back.” Undulating her body under his, she ordered, “Now. Stop talking and fuck me.”
He groaned and shoved into her in a hard thrust.
“Ah,” Sophia moaned in pleasure. “More!”
He closed his eyes, wrestling with his desire to do it again, but she was too tight and he wanted the night to last. He moved again, in swallower plunges until he was buried to the hilt.
“Now, move.”
“No more orders from you...” He moved his hips in a semi-circle, teasing her as he dipped his head to take her breast in his mouth, sucking it hard and then lapping it with his tongue.
“Oh, please. Please.” Sophia gasped as a hot spear of desire shot through her spine. She felt his smile on her other breast.
Alistair raised his head, “That’s better. Now, don’t make a sound. It won’t be funny if Zareb or Devon come running in to save you from my cock.” He thrust in her, slowly, enjoying the way her body gripped him like a fist.
“I don’t care... Move,” she rolled her lower body in a blatant sexual move. “Make me come screaming. Loud. Let the whole world hear me screaming your name.”
“Later. In your bedroom. Now, I’ll have you quietly,” he plunged again and stilled, staring down at her with those beautiful green eyes. “Unless, of course, you don’t want to come.”