Sophia's POV
The last time we were like this—in that study, I had been on my knees for him. I had taken him into my mouth, learned the taste of him, felt the power of making him lose control. And then, just when he was about to return the favor, Maria had knocked on the door.
We had been interrupted.
Every time since then, something had come between us. We had never actually made love.
Tonight feels different.
His hand continued its exploration beneath my dress, his fingers pinching my n****e until I gasped. I could already feel the wetness gathering between my thighs, more than I'd ever experienced before.
Michael never made me this wet. Not even close.
The thought came unbidden, a comparison I couldn't help but make. Three years with Michael, and my body had never responded like t
