6. Sophie

CHAPTER 6

SOPHIE

L ike a wave of electricity, the kiss exploded every nerve in her body.

They pulled away, breathing each other in. Noah's smile faded but Sophie didn't pull away.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I just got caught up in the moment. I didn't mean to—"

Sophie cut him off with a kiss. This time with a wave of fiery passion that could flood cities. She hadn't realized how badly she had wanted him until now. No, not want. Need. She needed Noah to kiss her, to fill the aching desire that had been building inside her.

His hand slid to her waist, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. He tasted like whiskey and soda. She had never liked whiskey but now she craved it.

More. She needed more.

Without breaking the kiss, Sophie dug into her purse for her keys. The sound of them jingling caused Noah to pull away.

"I want you," she told him.

Eyes darkening, he kissed her again in confirmation and her ache grew heavier. She grabbed his hand and led him inside her apartment building and into the elevator.

Unable to control herself she reached for his neck, allowing him to push her up against the mirrored back of the elevator. Their mouths moved in harmony. He was an excellent kisser.

Noah's hands roamed her body over her dress, his right hand caressing its way down her waist until it reached the hem of her dress. His hand slid onto her inner thigh, rising higher and higher, ever so slowly, never breaking their kiss. He groaned at the slickness he was met with when he brushed against her panties.

Sophie's breath hitched in impending pleasure. Please.

The elevator dinged and they sprang apart. Sophie grabbed Noah's hand and dragged him to her front door, which was thankfully only a few steps away. She unlocked it quickly and they entered her apartment.

They had only managed to remove their shoes before they pounced on one another again. Their lips met and Sophie led him backwards to her bedroom, undoing the buttons of his shirt as she went.

It was so wrong. She knew that. Noah was her boss and it was probably a big mistake.

And yet, it felt sooo right.

"We shouldn't be doing this," she whispered.

"I know," he rasped.

Noah helped her strip off his shirt, revealing a beautifully tan and chiseled chest. His hands immediately found the place they had been in the elevator.

"We should stop," Sophie halfheartedly protested.

Noah's hands made contact with her panties and he rubbed over them for a moment before pulling them to the side, his hand making full contact with her. They moaned in unison at her readiness for him. She was completely soaked.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.

"No," she moaned. Please don't stop.

They paused at the edge of her bed. Sophie pulled at his belt with one hand and caressed him with the other.

Her hand was shaking with anticipation. He was so hard. His belt came free and she pulled it out in one smooth motion, throwing it onto the hardwood floor. She loosened his button and unzipped him.

It seemed that Noah didn't wear boxers. Sophie reached her hand down his pants slowly, listening to his heavy breathing. Her thumb slicked across the small wetness that escaped him. She wanted to taste it.

Before she could remove his pants fully, Noah bent down, using both hands to hitch up her tight dress. He looked up at her from the floor, his eyes darkened with arousal.

"Off," he ordered.

Sophie obeyed, pulling her dress over her head as he slipped off her panties. Suddenly his mouth was between her legs and Sophie moaned loudly.

Her hand moved to fist his hair as he gently pushed her legs apart with his hand, guiding her thigh to rest over his shoulder. His hand remained there, gripping the outside of her thigh.

Sophie leaned back against the wall as he licked her gently, swirling his tongue in a circular motion.

"Oh my God," she breathed.

His free hand began sliding up her leg until he reached the spot where his mouth pleasured her.

"Noah…" she whimpered.

He inserted a finger and they moaned together again. The moan caused his mouth to vibrate over her. It felt amazing.

His mouth and finger continued at a blissful rhythm until Sophie neared the edge.

"Sophie," he murmured.

"Noah…" she moaned again.

"Come for me," he rasped.

Oh. She wanted to, so badly. But she pushed on his shoulder, signaling him to stop.

"I want to do it with you inside me," she said. Normally she was never this forward with the guys she slept with, but for some reason she felt comfortable with Noah. Powerful.

His eyes danced with dark delight and he stood, allowing her to remove his pants. As he came free, her mouth watered. He was clean and perfectly sized for her.

Sophie looked at the bed. Noticing the pile of clothes that were still there, she mumbled an apology and pushed them off the bed.

So much for not bringing anyone home.

Gently, she pushed him onto the bed. She smirked as she crawled on top of him, allowing her wetness to glide over him as she leaned down to kiss him.

Noah's hands cupped over her breast as they kissed, using his thumb to caress her nipple.

"I want to be inside you," he groaned.

Sophie leaned forward, stretching her hand behind her thigh to guide him in. He slid inside easily and she let out a breath of relief. Finally.

Noah breathed loudly and Sophie giggled at the pleasure she provided him. "Yeah?" she asked confidently.

"Yeah," he breathed in confirmation. His hands dropped to her waist, guiding her back and forth.

Sophie felt a pressure start to build and Noah used his thumb to rub her as she grinded on top of him.

This was so wrong . So bad. And yet, the taboo of it all only turned her on more.

"Does that feel good?" he asked.

"Yes," she moaned. God, he's so good at this. Too good.

Sophie's moans grew quieter with the building rhythm. She focused on that feeling. The feeling of him sliding in and out of her, the feeling of his thumb caressing her. It was too much.

"Are you going to come for me, Sophie?" Noah asked.

"Mhmm," she replied, unable to conjure full words.

"Come for me," he said again.

This time she obliged, his words sending her over the edge, and she leaned forward as he pumped into her faster and harder. Sophie climaxed over him, waves of pleasure pulsing through her body, again and again, each time he thrusted into her.

"Fuck," Noah grunted. She felt him growing firmer inside her. He was going to come too.

Sophie didn't know why she said it; she must have been too caught up in the moment, but she wanted it so badly. "Don't pull out," she pleaded.

Noah groaned at her words, thrusting into her only once more before spilling into her.

Sophie collapsed to the side, breathing heavily.

That was amazing… and stupid… and amazing.

Sophie bolted upright, suddenly anxious. What did they just do? Reality began to sink in. What if this ruined everything? She grabbed a towel for them to clean up.

"Is everything okay?" Noah asked, eyeing her skeptically.

She nodded, feeling too sick to speak. Her job was everything to her, she couldn't lose it. It was the only thing she had. And what about the proposal? Was Noah serious or…?

"Hey." He reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her from her thoughts. "Sophie. Talk to me."

"I uhm. I—" She didn't have the words to describe what she was feeling. "You're my boss."

He looked slightly offended by her words. "Do you want me to go?"

"No." And she didn't. "I just don't know what to say."

"Then don't say anything. Tonight was amazing. Let's just sleep, okay?" he suggested.

Sophie squeezed his hand. "Okay," she agreed.

Noah was right. Tonight had been amazing and maybe she could leave it at that for now.

They could do damage control in the morning.