A quiet, trembling breath escaped her as she felt the unmistakable warmth and strength of him there, the intimate proof of how deeply she affected him. She could feel him getting hard as she teasingly pressed her butt against his crouch...
However, Instead of pulling away, she leaned into it, into him, arching ever so slightly, offering herself with a vulnerability that made her heart flutter wildly in her chest.
His grip on her waist tightened, not in demand but in reverence, thumbs tracing slow, soothing circles over the fabric of her dress as if he were grounding himself in the reality of her.
He dipped his head, lips brushing the sensitive skin just beneath her ear, his voice a low, husky murmur that sent shivers racing down her spine.
"Sophie…" he breathed her name like a vow, like something sacred and longed-for. "You have no idea what you do to me."
