Heather slipped down the hall, leaving him behind to anticipate what was going to come next. No matter how many times he bedded her, Simon still never had enough.
Moments later she stepped back into the room, her face free of tears. But that wasn’t what caught him off guard. His heart started to hammer like crazy at the sight of her.
His mouth went dry as yearning knocked the breath out of him. Heather had taken her clothes off, now dressed in nothing more than lacy underwear. The contrast of the red fabric against her creamy skin made his mouth water. Made his mind go numb with desire.
With a soft laugh, she reached out and beckoned him with her fingers, as if she was daring him to refuse.
Chapter 9
The sensation of his huge hands gripping her waist made her shiver.
She knew they had so many obstacles ahead of them, but right now she craved him. Needed him to soothe the ache that threatened to overwhelm her. Sharing her body with him always made her feel like the center of the world. His world.
“Looks like you got a head start,” he said, his warm breath making her skin tingle.
“There’s always time for you to catch up,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
His hands slid up her waist until his fingers were brushing against the fabric of her lacy bra. Her nipples strained against the fabric, aching to be touched.
In the blink of an eye, he unclasped her bra and tossed it aside, leaving her totally exposed to his hungry scrutiny.
His eyes lingered on her breasts, his gaze so heavy she could practically feel the weight of it blazing a trail across her skin.
“What have I done to deserve you?” he forced out, his voice low and raspy.
“Why don’t you take your clothes off and let me show you?” She held up her hand to show him the condom she had retrieved from her bedroom. Whenever she got intimate with him the wild, wanton side of herself that nobody else had ever seen always fought its way out. With him she wasn’t a mousy wallflower. When Simon looked at her the way he was looking at her now, she felt sexy and powerful.
A devilish smile played on his lips as he slowly started to unbutton his shirt. The skin over his taut muscles was still tanned from their trip to Florida, and she was suddenly consumed with the desire to put her hands on him.
Achingly slowly, he took his clothes off until he was down to his boxer briefs, his arousal evident. Silently, he took the condom from her, letting her know that he was just as ready as she was.
Licking her lips, she placed her palms on his hard chest and let her hands wander up and down his torso. His golden skin was hot beneath her touch. As her hands slid up and down his perfectly sculpted body his muscles rippled, making her go all weak-kneed.
He leaned closer to her and whispered a command into her ear. “Get down on the couch. I want to taste you.”
Her eyes widened and a primal need sent a rush of heat through her body. With her legs shaking, she headed over to the sofa to sit down.
Simon followed after her, but instead of sitting he got down on his knees in front of her. His blue eyes burned, the desire in their depths so stark that she blushed in response. Having him in front of her like this made her feel like he was worshipping her. She was suddenly wet with her own desire, the place between her legs throbbing with need for him.
“May I take these off?” he asked as he reached for her panties and tugged insistently.
“Yes,” she breathed, biting back the urge to beg him to rip them off and take her already.
He peeled off her panties, the fabric brushing against her skin as he eased them off.
With the most sensitive part of her now exposed to him, Simon placed his strong hands on her knees and spread her legs apart. The way he took command of her body had her quivering, desperate for more. More wetness pooled between her legs and she let out a shuddering, needy moan. If he didn’t touch her soon she was going to explode. Her desire was almost an ache as sexual frustration rocked through her.
“Please,” she begged. “Please Simon, just touch me.”
Another devilish smile. But he obliged her and lowered his sensuous mouth to her exposed flesh. When his tongue, rough and hot, flicked across her sex the pleasure stole the breath from her lungs.
His hands gripped her knees tightly as he slowly swirled his tongue into her. The ecstasy that radiated from her core was so overwhelming that she desperately reached for something to hold on to before she completely lost control. One hand lowered to grip his dark hair, the other clenching so tightly her nails dug into her palms.