Bred In Violence (A Mafia Romance Book One) #𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏

Chapter 42

With you, it's raw, it's deep, its true passion.

~Pinterest~

Raphael

A little bit explicit.

*Unedited*

Sophie looked better and better each day. She smiled more, frequently laughed though sometimes I could see some remnant of sadness in her eyes.

"care," I called. I could hear the shower running; she loved standing in the shower, most times just letting the water run over her body; it was fascinating to watch.

"A minute, please," she shouted back; some scuffle followed, and suddenly she was standing in front of me, barefoot clenching on a towel staring at me with a smile on her face.

I wanted to unclench her fingers, watch the towel fall in a puddle on her feet, pin her on the wall and make love to her, but I did not; I just stared back.

We stood facing each other, her wet hair dripping over her shoulders, looking fresh and happy in an almost childlike manner. I held my breath as I beheld the sight that was her.

I stepped back a bit, moving slightly away to avoid seducing her but remained within touching distance because I loved the feel of her scent.

"You're not ready!" I took a deep breath, trying to control my arousal, still staring at her.

She shook her head, her blue eyes fixed on me, hands holding tight on the towel.

We were to drive to the support group like we have been doing every Wednesday for the last few months.

"You said you'd be back at 9 am," she said. "I'm not late; you're early" She brushed her hair back nervously with her fingers.

This. Us. In this space reminded me of the beginning of our relationship. When I didn't want to scare her out of my life by pushing sex when I knew she wasn't ready for it and instead developed a penchant for flirting.

I never knew I could flirt until I met Sophie. It was so easy with her, but now I rarely did it because, just like our beginning, she had to set the pace of our sex life. I didn't want to rush it.

But I still loved the way we were. How we danced around each other's space, kept close to a touching distance without actually touching, the way she gently touched my arm, or how I loved walking with my hand in hers.

It was our second beginning.

"As much as I love seeing you naked, I think it's better for my state of mind if you could put something on."

I touched the tip of her nose with my index finger, I wanted to touch more of her, but I figured it wasn't the right time to do so. She closed her eyes, and I thought I felt her body sway a little towards me.

"Okay," she whispered, opening her eyes and staring right deep into mine; she blushed but not before I saw the desire I felt reflected in her eyes.

"I'll be downstairs."

I left, running down the stairs like I was escaping from evil.

Sophie came down after a few minutes, looking excited in one of my shirts tucked in black jeans, and her hair brushed down the way I liked it.

I stood as she came down, my breath hitched, feeling a knot in my stomach at the desire I felt for this woman.

I held out my hand to her, and I felt small trembles. I smiled secretly, knowing she felt for me as much as I felt for her.