Silver Fire (Guardians) (41 page)

Derek scowled at her. “Wait, was that the day at the cafe—”

“Yes.”

“I could throttle you,” he muttered. Sophie knew what had happened with Justin Bishop still ate at Derek, and it probably would for a while.
 

“I’ll never get tired of you, Sophie,” Derek whispered, finally letting her body slide down his. “You own me. Haven’t you figured that out yet?”

“Is this the part where I say, you own me too?” Sophie couldn’t help teasing him.
Uh-Oh
. Derek’s eyes blazed with possessive intent.
Here we go.
And she got tossed over her man’s shoulder.

“Derek! Put me down!”

He swatted her ass, making her hiss at the sting. “You need a reminder, baby.”

She felt a quiver of anticipation between her legs. Damn.

They did not make it to a bed.
 

They made it to the entrance of the house where they fell into the foyer. Derek was on top of her, unzipping her leather jacket, tugging her boots off, yanking her jeans and panties off her.
 

“Fuck, too many clothes on,” Derek muttered as he took off his own jacket.

“Uh, you’re the one who insisted on taking the Harley,” Sophie reminded him. They had gone back to the condo to pack an overnighter...or two. His mouth shut her up in a most decisive way, his tongue plunging so deeply, hard and hot, it felt like a brand marking her as his. He tore his lips away and grunted, “Need you, need to taste you so fucking bad.” The urgency of his tone caused her sex to convulse as he threw her legs over his shoulder and buried his face between her legs. Oh god. His tongue, that damned talented tongue of his burrowing into her, his nose grinding against her clit in a double assault. Sophie shamelessly pumped her hips into his face even as her hands dug into his hair to desperately keep him there.

“I’m close,” She gasped and shivered when he groaned, the vibration catapulting her over into raw ecstasy. He licked her harder, swallowing more of her. “Derek, Derek...love you...god baby...Derek,” she said over and over.
 

Suddenly her body left the floor and her back slammed against the door as he was surging up inside her. He thrust in fast and deep. Her limbs wrapped around him helplessly for purchase. “Fuck ...you feel so good...fuck, Angel...” For a few moments, they stared at each each, Derek’s eyes had darkened into orbs of heated passion so intense, she felt them burning into her as he pistoned inside her. He then shoved his face in the curve of her neck as he fucked her harder. Sophie felt another orgasm building inside her, but Derek was keeping her on the brink.

“Derek, please, let me come...”

Suddenly her back was off the door as he carried her further into the house before lowering her on a hard surface. A table? He pushed her legs wide open as he plunged back inside her.

“Hang on, tight, baby,” he growled. “Fucking you harder.”

***

Derek couldn’t get inside her enough. He wanted to be buried so deep that he became a part of her. Deep. Embedded. His.

“Fuck you so hard, baby.” His voice had become ragged. “You can’t get me out of your skin even if you tried.”
 

“Derek, make me come, baby, please.”

God she looked so beautiful. He loved watching her come apart with him inside her. He drove in deeper, faster, harder. Their bodies had since acquired a sheen of sweat as their bodies merged, and their breaths mingled. He lowered his hand between them and gave her what she wanted. She exploded, convulsing so hard she bucked, writhed and arched beneath him.
 

“Fuck!” His curse faltering as her sex clamped tightly around him, making it impossible for him to hold out any longer. His cock grew rock solid—a little more—he thrust deeper, but Sophie continued her tight grip on him. With his climax radiating from his spine, he shoved his face in her neck and bit her; his shattering release made him shudder and collapse on her, pressing her into the hard surface of the table.

He tried to push off, but his limbs wouldn’t budge from post-coital paralysis. She consumed him. Completely.

They stayed that way for a minute, him inside her, their sweaty bodies pressed together, their breathing hot and thick.

“Derek?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I think my butt has fallen asleep.”

Derek burst out laughing. His poor Angel with her cute little ass. He brushed her lips gently before knifing up. He swept her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

***

They finally made it to the bed. He cleaned her up and was all ready for another round, but her phone rang and she had to answer the damned thing.

Derek sighed. It was Beth on the other line. Hopefully, her friend would clue in and know that she was intruding.

“Beth, you’re going to bust my eardrums,” Sophie grumbled. She held the phone away as her friend practically squealed and screeched on the other end.

“Why didn’t I call you?” Sophie continued when her friend had calmed down. “Well, for starters, Mr. Caveman here decided to whisk me away, I can hardly call you when I’m hanging on for dear life on the back of a Harley...Well, there wasn’t time when we arrived...Ah-huh...Yes, you know how Derek is.” Giggle.

Derek started to nuzzle her neck.
 

“Derek !” Sophie hissed. “Beth! You’re as bad as he is...No we haven’t planned the date yet.”

“One month,” Derek said as he crept down and started planting kisses up her leg.

“You can’t plan a wedding in one month,” Sophie told him, switching back to Beth. “No, I don’t want any fancy wedding. God knows when the news gets out, every single hook up he’s ever had...Ow!”

He bit her inner thigh and slowly edged higher.

“Yes, you don’t have to wear any stupid maid-of-honor dress. We’ll probably just elope to Vegas...Unh—”

Derek took a swipe of her pussy. He wasn’t going to fucking wait for her to finish the call. If she didn’t take a hint, then she would just have to let Beth hear her come.

“I have to call, uh, back.” Sophie ended the call, tossed her phone and grabbed his head.

“Stop!”

“Are you sure, Angel, because this little pussy of yours is begging for attention.”

“Seriously, Derek, you just fucked me on a hard table. Give me a chance to recover,” Sophie complained.

“I love it when you say fuck.” Derek grinned and then chuckled when Sophie scowled at him and gathered her legs toward her in annoyance.

“I have an idea, let’s talk while you recuperate,” Derek said. And this had been bugging him forever. “You’re officially moving in to the condo.”

“But my house is almost ready—”

“Angel, until we have kids, we’re not staying in some suburban atrocity.”

“My house is not an atrocity,” Sophie replied indignantly. “Wait—kids?”

 
“First, yes, your house is not an atrocity, sorry about that, but I just hate the suburbs,” Derek informed her. “Second. Yes. Kids. That naturally follows marriage and with as much sex as I plan to have with you, it’s a distinct possibility with or without protection.”

“I’m not sure I want kids,” Sophie murmured.

Derek shrugged. “I’ve never thought about having any of my own, but imagining you growing heavy with my child, it’s such a turn-on. But if you don’t want any, Angel, I’ll be happy with just you and me.”

“But what will I do with my house?” Sophie wailed, addressing the immediate concern. “You should have said something. You knew I was all bent on rebuilding it!”

“Yes, I should have,” Derek agreed regretfully. “I knew that was a part of your grandmother’s legacy, and I didn’t want to interfere.”

Shit
. Sophie looked so deflated. Was living in his condo really worth putting that look on her face?
Hell, no
. He would buy her the fucking moon if it would keep her smiling. Still, he couldn’t believe he was saying this: “Sophie, if it makes you happy that we live in your house rather than the condo then so be it.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” Fuck, no. But he would grin and bear it if it made her happy.

She smiled and he sucked in a deep breath. Totally worth living in suburbia to keep her smiling. God, he loved her.

He found himself on his back, tackled and straddled by one naked, blonde woman peppering his face with little kisses.

“You are the best,” Sophie said when she finally stopped smothering him. “But you are such a terrible liar.”

Derek sighed. “That bad, huh?”

“Yep. But I appreciate the sweet gesture, Derek,” Sophie said. “Mom can stay at my house. I think she’ll love it.”

She stared down at him, those beautiful gray eyes of hers filled with so much emotion and adoration as she said, “I love you Derek. So, so much. I belong to you.”

He rolled her over, positioning her legs high between his hips, “I’m crazy in love with you, you have no fucking idea,” he growled. “You fucking own me, Angel. Every inch of me. And every inch of me is going to show you just how damned much I love you.”

And he did.