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The smile quickly died, to be replaced by shock and surprise. Ethan James was sitting in her kitchen, drinking coffee with her mother.

The sight, the unexpectedness of it left her speechless. While dating, she had asked him several times, to meet her family. Thinking back, that should have been her number one clue that he was not in it for the long haul.

Yet here he was now, smiling, making small talk, charming her mother. Knowing her mother, she was already sizing him up, deciding where or not he was right for her. Of course she would decide he was perfect.

Her mother loved good-looking men. And up and up. She had forgotten how tall he was. How broad his shoulders were. But now, in her tiny kitchen she remembered. He filled it up. She felt surrounded by him, by his presence.

As his eyes traveled across her face and over her body, she felt it viscerally. Her nipples tightened and a flush crawled up her throat.

She knew the minute he noticed, one end of his lips tilted up in a smile. It earned her a glared from her mother. The connection set off a little explosion in her stomach.

She had asked him over to meet her family numerous times. He had refused every single time. Sophia stood there in stunned silence as Patricia came over, kissed her on the cheek, and headed to the door.

The click of the front door closing jerked her out of her stupor. Whirling around, she glared at Ethan. He was leaning against the counter, arms crossed over his chest, the pose cocky, provocative.

Chestnut hair, chocolate eyes, and a body built like a line-backer, Ethan James was a sexy man. He grinned at her, revealing blinding white teeth.

Then again the man was a dentist. He better a have beautiful teeth. Who wanted a dentist with an ugly smile? As Sophia continued to stare, his smile changed became suggestive, which in turn jerked her out of her daze.

Turning she leaned against the counter so they were facing each other. A mere three feet separated them. If he tried anything, he was going to end up wearing her coffee, her hot coffee.

I kissed you. You liked it, got scared and ran. He had her there. She had run. Run from him and what he would do to her heart if she let him.

In a case of flight or fight, she had run. What do you want? I want you. Sophia felt it like a punch to the solar plex.

It was a sign she chose to ignore. We could argue all day. Turning, she gave him her back. This conversation is pointless. Colors blurred as hard hands clamped down on her shoulders and spun her around.

She had but a second to get her bearings and look up into his face, before he slammed his mouth down over hers. It was a wild, dominant kiss.

He was asking permission, he was taking what he wanted. His tongue thrust into her mouth, licking and curling around her tongue. One hand clamped to the back of her head and tangled in her wet hair.

The other gripped her ass and pulled her into his groin. Her thin, damp robe was no protection. She could feel the steely length of his penis pressing into her stomach, the hard muscles of his chest firm against her nipples.

His smell, his taste, the pressure of his body pressing into hers was more than she could fight. Locking her fingers on either side of his side she held him to her. Tilting her head and opening her mouth wider, she began to suckle his tongue.

Her stomach muscles contracted, and an ache began to grow between her legs. She began to thrust against him in rhythm with their kiss.

She felt both of his hands grip her ass and pull her up so the ridge of his erection pressed against her mound. Now when she thrust she was hitting his cock.

A wild moan vibrated in her throat. Need clawed at her, she wanted to come. Her robed parted when she spread her legs wrapped them around his waist.

Naked underneath, her wet crevice met rough denim. His hands held her tight against him. They began to rock back and forth in a parody of sex. The stimulation was incredible. Every time his denim covered cock hit her clit she grew closer towards climax.

It was going to kill her. She wanted to scream. Claw at him. Bite him. One last thrust and she came. Tearing her mouth away, she buried her face in his neck and sank her teeth into his shoulder.

Shuddering, she rode the shock waves of her climax. The cold top of the counter met the bare skin of her bottom. Still riding high from her explosive orgasm, she paid little attention to what he was doing.

Not until the broad tip of his penis stroked up and down her slit. He was using the cream from her body to lubricate himself. Lifting her legs up and away from him, she braced her heels on the edge of the counter.

At the same time, she leaned back on her arms, hands splayed on the countertop. Her robe parted and fell open, she was completely revealed to him, she could feel the cool air of the kitchen against the dampness of her flesh.

In the heat of the moment she felt no embarrassment. Her breast rose and fell with the rapidness of her breathing; her nipples were hard points stabbing up in the air.

Swooping down, he clamped his mouth over one. Pressing the hardened nub up against the roof of his mouth, he pulled on it strongly. Instantly, she was ready to come again.

A small whimper of need escaped from her lips. Letting go of her nipple, he straightened to stare between them. The tip of his penis was resting against her opening, not pressing to get in simply resting there.

Hooking a leg over each arm and cupping her buttocks, he held in place as he began to press inward. She was wet, soaking, yet she felt the slightest pinch at his width.

Her flesh gave in to the pressure and the head slipped in. Not stopping, he continued to press forward, forcing her muscles to part and give way to his presence. Whimpering again, half in pleasure half in pain, Sophia arched her back and pushed forward to meet him until he was seated to the hilt.

Not giving her time to adjust, holding her in place he began to thrust. Slowly at first, until her muscles loosened, then he picked up speed until his hips were hammering against hers.

Legs up, unable to move, she leaned back and put all of her waist on her arms. Throwing her head back, eyes closed, she concentrated on his thrust, the feel of him ramming forward and retreating.

Suddenly, his grip tightened painfully, his hips pistoning furiously as he neared his climax. Sophia was there first, but barely. The orgasm ripped through her, the feelings so intense she screamed.

His hoarse groan followed, as his body jerked in release. As her breathing eased, she became aware of several discomforts. The edge of the counter was biting into her ass.

Her legs were still up over his arms, and the muscles were beginning to pull. A girl was much more limber during sex than after. He was still resting inside her, and even though he was softened, she felt bruised from the pounding he has given her.

Lifting a hand, she pressed against his shoulder. Straightening his back, he let her legs slide down and free on his arms. Instead he helped her sit up, then stepped back so she could hop down.

Her legs were wobbly, and he had to grab her elbow to keep her from falling. Pulling her robe closed, she knotted the belt around her waist. He watched in silence.

It seemed neither of them knew what to say. Pushing against his chest, she eased from between him and the counter. Standing, she could feel their combined fluid slick, slightly sticky, between her legs.

Shower, she needed a shower. Turning to leave, she was stopped by the hand he placed on her arm. Stop traveling in a fog! Earth to Sophia. Looking down she saw her Lean Cuisine had congealed into an uneatable mess.

Making a face, she pushed the carton away from her. What not to say the man had her tied in knots. What you two back together? Then the movies and made out like teenagers.

By the end of the movie they were both so worked up, Ethan had driven like a maniac to get back to her apartment.

Looking up she saw Jami grinning at her and shaking her curly red head. What ever it was must have been a doozy. I told him I loved him.

He dropped me off at my apartment and ran. Sophia laughed. NO argument, nothing. Hurt the most. The awkward silence after her declaration.

The echo of her words, followed by the silence of his response. She could have lived through that. Had he thought he was doing her a favor? Saving her feelings by simply disappearing from her life?

Then to see him out with someone else. That was kind of dramatic. Did he explain why this weekend? Give any kind of reason for running out on you like that?

Not a word. Does this make sense? She could feel her ears burning, and heat radiating off her face. Stupid question. Good for you. I hope you had fun.

Spill the beans. Has he got what it takes? Any minute she expected her to roll over and sit up and beg. Mind blowing. Hell I was trying to throw him out the apartment.

Just thinking about it caused a tendril of heat to curl in her stomach. The best. I screamed so much my voice was hoarse.

The things they had done to each other, with each other. She had never dreamed she could be so wild, so uninhibited. So, are you seeing him tonight?

You have mooned over this man for the last coupla weeks! Are you going to sit there and tell me you need to think it through? What is there to think about?

You love him! Yes I love him. I loved him two months ago, from our first date. I love him now. But does he love me? Have those three little words crossed his lips?

So yes, I need time to think. Throwing her hands up, Jami got up from the table to leave. We all get hurt when we love someone.

You love your get hurt. Sadly, the ones you love the most can hurt you the most. No, it means we learn how to forgive and forget. Were they back together? That was a good question. Were she and Ethan back together?

Were they a couple? Did a weekend of incredible sex equal a relationship? If the answer was yes, then that led to a whole other set of questions.

If he told her he cared would she even believe him? This weekend she made love to him where as he probably had a weekend of great sex. Born and raised in a small southern town, she was brought up with certain ideals.

One of which was sex was not a recreational sport. It was a natural part of loving someone and wanting to be with that person, a special, sacred act between two people in love. The relationship had lasted most of her college years, ending only one semester before graduation.

The relationship had been comfortable, the sex pleasant. Being with him had been like being with a very dear friend. Thankfully, that was something they had both finally clued in on. Where John had lit a warm fire, Ethan had ignited an inferno.

Go ahead and wrestle with them! Get started early. What bad habits do you have? What mistakes have you refused to learn from? Ethan stared out his bedroom window.

The night sky was clear and cloudless and sparkled with the light of a millions of stars. The moon was large silver orb, high in the sky.

Yet he saw none of it, unaware of the natural beauty before him. A multitude of images. Sophia smiling, laughing, frowning in concentration.

Every express on her face as beautiful and compelling as the next. Ethan had dated a lot of women, some incredibly beautiful women.

Yet none of them held a candle to Sophia. Sophia had been a warm bundle, snuggled against his back. Head propped up on an elbow, he studied her sleeping features.

Pink lips, soft and full, slightly parted in sleep. A thin straight nose, long enough it could almost be considered pointed.

Sculpted cheek bones and arched brows. Smooth blemish free skin. A tangle of blonde hair had spread out behind her. No doubt, she was beautiful woman. That was what had attracted him to her in the beginning.

Yet she was far more beautiful on the inside. Warm, giving, she drew people to her like a magnet. It was that beauty that kept him tied to her.

Made him love her. Amazingly, stupidly it had taken him losing her to admit it to himself. When her eyes had opened, he lost all nerve. After showering, he left to go back to his place and dress while she had gone on to work.

Neither of them had made any declarations. Sighing, Ethan turned away from the window. His eyes landed on his rumpled bed. The bed he was having such difficulty sleeping in. The bed he wanted to see Sophia sleeping in.

Wanted to see her laying there naked brown eyes warm with invitation, arms open for him. For a moment his heart stopped when he thought he might not ever see her there. Playing the gentleman was going to kill him or drive him crazy.

She was too empathic. Her name fit her personality so well. Sophia Love. When they first met he called her The Love Doctor.

She had healed his bruised heart. Chapel Hill was the only university in the state offering a DDS program. Young, sex-starved, and stupid.

And the second. The third had cured him. That had opened his eye. That had hardened his heart. His motto, Keep it Causal. It had been a good motto.

A fun one, easy to live by. Until Sophia. It had taken Sophia exactly two weeks to blow that adage out of the water. The easiest way?

Refusing to meet her family. He fell in love with her away. A woman had come to him and struck up a conversation. Laugh at her jokes, smile and nodded when needed.

But it had been fake. Shucking off his shorts, he climbed, naked, into his bed. Lying on his back, hands behind his head he stared up at his ceiling. Luck had smiled on him Friday night.

Saturday had been even better. His intention? To charm his way back into her good graces and heart. To work up the courage to tell her how he felt. Her mother was there. Love he wanted to ask Sophia to marry him.

It was perfect! If things had gone as he planned. Nothing had gone as planned. Beginning with him attacking her in the kitchen and ending with him scurrying off without having told her he loved her.

Without proposing! To make matters worse, it was Wednesday night. She was dodging phone calls again. He figured he deserved a little pay back. Rolling over onto his side, he bunched up the pillow.

She still loved him. One way or another, all of this was going to end tomorrow. He was tired of waiting. It was time to move forward. He was going to tell that woman he loved her whether or she wanted to hear it.

After all, everyone's least favorite game is, 'What do you think I'm thinking? Sophia hit the delete button on her answering machine.

Ethan had left another message. He had left one everyday this week. Each day the messages had gotten a little shorter. Not angry, not demanding, but firmer, a warning that he was going to talk to her.

Today had been the shortest. Call me. That was all. The tone had been different. Strangely she felt a sense of relief at the silent ultimatum. Time was up, she was tired of running.

Tired of wavering. He ran. He hurt her. But he came back. By avoiding him was she cutting her nose off to spite her face? The answer was simple. Yes she was. He made a mistake.

He was going to make other mistakes. She was going to make mistakes too. Giving up on him as easily as she had was a mistake, a mistake that had hurt her as well as him.

What was her excuse? It hurt. It was embarrassing. But had he done anything that was so unforgivable? No, and pride was a silly reason to turn away love. Did she want to end a relationship because he hurt her feelings?

The best thing she could do was call him. Have the talk he wanted to have last weekend. Ask him why he ran.

Tell him how much it had hurt. She had nothing to lose and everything to gain. But first she needed a shower to wash away the smell of cats and dogs.

Eau de animal was not the most alluring of perfumes. A knock on the front door stopped her before she could do more than kick off her shoes. Shoulders sagging, she headed to answer the door. It would be her mother, or an aunt, or a cousin.

Nor did she want to have answer any questions about Ethan. And there would be questions; her mother would have made sure everyone knew about him.

A knock came again, this time harder, more forceful. Whomever was knocking was all but beating on the door.

Frowning, Sophia put her hand on the knob. So was the tone. Heart pounding, Sophia froze, unable to move. Her mind raced. A hand went to her hair. Nor had she had the opportunity to bath and fix up.

Some sixth sense must have told him she was standing on the other side. Sophia opened the door. He stood with his arm propped up on the doorframe and it seemed like he filled the doorway.

Dressed in denims and a tight white tee-shirt he oozed sex appeal. His stance leant him an aggressive air, the predatory look in his eyes added to it.

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