Trying Sophie (Dublin Rugby #1) by Rebecca Norinne
She was his first love. He wants to be her last.
Sophie Newport loves her life: she’s traveled the world and lived by her own rules. But when her grandfather has a heart attack, she drops everything and boards a plane to Ireland. Two weeks, that’s the plan. Until one look at her childhood nemesis has her rethinking everything. She’s sworn off athletes, but there’s something about the sexy rugby star that she just can’t shake.
Sex and rugby were the only things Declan O’Shaughnessy cared about, right up until his first love waltzed back into his life. Even as he slept his way through Dublin, he never stopped thinking about Sophie or wondering if she thought about him too. Faced with a second chance to right the wrongs of his past, he vows to go after Sophie the way he chases down opponents on the field. And this time, he won’t let her get away.
I dropped my eyes and stared at the floor. “I want you, Declan. Really, I do, but I’m worried about being just another notch on your bedpost.”
Pushing off the window, he crossed the room in three purposeful strides. Wrapping his large hands around my arms, he squeezed them gently and I raised my eyes to his.
“How can I make you see that’s not true?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you can’t.”
When I looked away he groaned and loosened his grip. “What are you most afraid of?” he asked, trying a different tactic.
Man up Sophie, I thought. If you’re not brave enough to have The Talk, you’re not mature enough to have The Sex.
The problem was, I couldn’t help how I felt and if we didn’t get this out in the open, it might always be between us. And despite this being a difficult conversation, it was more important to tell him how I felt than to keep it bottled up inside and possibly resent him.
I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders. “The thing I’m most afraid of is you’re going to be with me today, then fuck someone else three days from now. I’m worried that if we do this, it’s not going to mean the same thing to you that it’ll mean to me.”
He closed his eyes and exhaled loudly as he pinched the bridge of his nose. When he opened them, he dropped his hand and leveled an indecipherable gaze on me. “How can you think that?”
“I know it’s not fair of me to judge you for your past, but you don’t exactly have a solid track record. Tell me I’m wrong. Convince me that when we walk out of here you’re not going to think, ‘That Sophie, she was one hell of a lay. Now who’s next?’”
“Is that really what you think of me?” he asked somberly.
“That’s what I was talking about earlier,” I answered sadly. “I don’t really know you, do I? What if you forget about me tomorrow?”
“That won’t happen.”
I continued on as if he hadn’t spoken because if I didn’t, I’d never say what needed to be said. “I know I’m leaving soon and less than an hour ago I told you we should just enjoy each other while we have the chance, but I think I’ve been fooling myself. I can’t be casual with you, Declan. If we’re going to be together, it has to be about more than just sex.”
My eyes dropped to the patterned rug at our feet and I held my breath, waiting for him to laugh or tell me I was being unrealistic with my expectations. Which was why I was taken by surprise when he lifted my chin with his finger and, staring into my eyes, chased away all my doubts and fear.
“Done,” he promised. “And just so you know, there was never any question in my mind that’s what this would be. I’ve thought about this for so long—wanted you as much as I’ve ever wanted anything—and I have no intention of screwing up one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.”
He rubbed his rough, calloused thumb across my cheek and cradled my face, watched as his fingers stroked me there. Finally, his eyes landed back on mine. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
I shook my head; I couldn’t seem to find my voice.
“You ruin me.” He dropped a soft kiss to my lips. “Just completely destroy me,” he added, taking the kiss deeper. “I promise it’ll be good to you Soph. I’ll be so, so good to you.”
Opening to him, I felt the tangle of his tongue against my own, the taste of him imprinted forever on my memory. “Yes,” I whispered and kissed him back hungrily as he scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bed.
Rebecca writes steamy contemporary romance featuring bad ass heroines and the men who adore them. She lives in Dublin, Ireland, with her husband. When she’s not writing, she’s drinking craft beer, watching rugby, or traveling the globe looking for inspiration for her next story.
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