My Love - Bobby & Sophie: A Crossroads Novella by Melanie Shawn

would erupt low in her belly. Thinking back now, she realized that those were all signs of arousal, but at the time, she hadn’t known what in the heck was going on in her prepubescent body. All she’d known was that she’d liked how thinking about that particular part of Bobby’s anatomy had made her feel .
    Now, all these years later, those wrists still held the same power over her. Maybe it was because they were the first things that had ever given her any sexual feelings. Maybe it was just because they were hot as sin. Or maybe it was because she now knew the amount of sheer pleasure the large, talented hands that were attached to said wrists could bring her. Speaking of hands, Sophie noticed that Bobby’s long fingers opened and closed, flexing around the steering wheel, causing the ripple of veins that ran across the back of Bobby’s hand to pop out.
    A surge of heat, that had nothing to do with the fact that the heater was on and everything to do with the thought of what those hands felt like on her body, spread through her. Her face flushed as the air in the car crackled with seduction. Even though she’d never been a gambler, Sophie would bet that Bobby was drawing this out to build the anticipation of what was to come so that the payoff was greater. Unfortunately, Sophie had the patience of a gnat.
    Deciding that, as much as she loved Bobby being in total control, she knew that, if she didn’t give this a little shove, there was a very good chance she would be sitting in the passenger seat with an aching throbbing between her legs until they had arrived at their hotel. It had been a long time since Bobby had pulled over on the side of the road and taken Sophie with desperation, like he needed her more than his next breath.
    “Just to clarify, so there is no confusion that we are on the same page, I’m not wearing panties.” Her voice held a hint of challenge, which she knew Bobby would rise to—metaphorically and literally.

Chapter Five

    B obby couldn’t help but grin even as his jeans tightened, his erection swelling at Sophie’s blunt words. For a girl who hated to be rushed, she had no problem at all rushing him when he took his time and didn’t get right to the good stuff fast enough for her. She’d yet to learn that the psychological foreplay of buildup could be very satisfying. Actually, there was a good chance that she knew that and still didn’t have the patience for it.
    Well, if she wanted to get the show on the road, then fine. He would make sure she did just that.
    “Show me.” Bobby felt his voice vibrate through his chest at his command.
    The soft sounds of Sophie’s shallow breaths filled the vehicle. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her hands on her thighs, gathering up the fabric of her skirt as she shifted her weight back and forth until she’d managed to bunch the material at her hips. Bobby’s eyes cut to the side, and what he saw caused an involuntary groan to rumble through him.
    The fair skin of her bare thighs. The small patch of curly, dark hair that sat just above her core. The top of her sex, where the folds of her pouty lips met. Swallowing the excess moisture that filled his mouth at the sight, Bobby released his hand from the wheel and lowered it, placing his palm on her knee. Instinctively, she opened to him, and the small movement sent a shock of tingles spreading from his hand, up his arm, down his spine, and straight to his groin.
    Moving in a slow, deliberate pace, Bobby trailed his fingers down his wife’s inner thigh. Her skin felt soft and supple beneath his touch, and a shiver ran through her as he neared the heat radiating from the apex at her legs. Using a great deal of self-imposed control, Bobby stilled his hand, stopping just before his fingers brushed against her core.
    His eyes were trained on the road ahead. Traffic was moving at a decent clip, so he needed to focus as much of his attention on driving this SUV as he was going to be