Seeing Shadows (Shadows 1) - Page 85

I walked towards him, intending to open the door when he stopped me with a hand circled around my wrist, pulling me against him.

"I thought it was killing me, waiting to kiss you for the first time. Now that I know what it's like, it's even worse." I was speechless as he bent his head down. Simon's lips softly met mine and I felt the same desire as last night rise in me. My reaction to Simon hadn't been a fluke. I felt my coat slide numbly from my fingers as he deepened the kiss, cradling my face in his hands. His hands slowly moved down, caressing my back until they settled at the base of my spine. I wrapped my arms around Simon's neck, surrendering myself to his kiss, becoming an active participant as our mouths caressed each other, our lips clinging together.

Simon increased the pressure of his hands, pulling me closer until my body was flush against his. I could clearly feel the hardness of his arousal and liquid warmth rushed between my legs in response. If Simon hadn't been holding me so firmly, I would have sworn I would have melted into a puddle on the floor.

I threaded my hands in his hair, deepening the kiss and Simon growled in approval, laving my tongue with his. My breasts were pushed against his unyielding chest and I felt my nipples harden painfully, begging to be touched. Simon seemed to instinctively know what I wanted as his hands moved up, slipping beneath my shirt and roaming to the front. He pushed his hands in between our bodies, roughly shoving the cups of my bra up to release my breasts. I whimpered in a wordless plea, excited by the raspy feel of the pads of his fingers scraping against my delicate skin.

Simon breathed raggedly against my mouth. "God, I want you so bad. You taste so fucking good. You're driving me crazy."

Simon continued the assault on my mouth and I eagerly met his with mine, feeling the same ravenous hunger he was feeling. All reservations were forgotten. The only thing that existed in that moment was Simon's mouth and hands. His tongue feverishly mated with mine as he pushed my shirt up so my breasts were completely bare. He cupped them with his hands, caressing them but circling around my nipples, teasing me by not touching them. They were rock hard and aching for his touch and I whimpered in frustration. I reached down and grabbed one of his hands so that his fingers were on my nipple. Simon made a guttural noise and took hold of my nipple, twisting it between his fingertips. I cried out against Simon's mouth as a piercing arrow of desire went straight from my nipple to between my legs.

"Fuck, yes," he whispered as he did the same to my other nipple. He was kissing me ravenously, twisting both of my aching hard nipples with his fingers until I felt like I was going to explode from just those sensations. My arms clung around his neck, hanging on for dear life as I met each thrust of his tongue with one of my own.

"I need to taste you," Simon groaned. He moved his hands down so they were spread against my back, supporting me as he pushed his hips against mine. He leaned down and flicked a nipple with his tongue and I felt my insides spasm. I must have made a noise because Simon lifted his head slightly, looking at me hungrily. His blue eyes were almost black with desire and he looked at me possessively, as if he were branding me with his touch. "You're fucking mine."

Simon's words should have shocked me with their crudeness, their baseness, but instead it ignited my desire even higher. All I could do was nod, knowing that his words were true. No matter what happened, whether we ended up together or not, I knew that I was his. I felt a little broken by my admission, knowing that I would never feel this way in anyone else's arms, but I pushed the thought aside. Now wasn't the time for analysis of my thoughts. I only wanted to feel.

Simon smiled with satisfaction at my agreement and leaned back down, catching my nipple in his mouth and abrading it softly with his teeth. I moaned, the sensation so exquisite it was almost painful. When he pulled my nipple deeper into his mouth, sucking hard as he laved the hard nub with his hot tongue, I was convinced I was going to lose it.

As much as I wanted this to continue, I knew that soon I would pass the point of no return and I would let anything happen. As much as I wanted Simon, as much as I had admitted to myself and to him that I was his, I knew this was a line I couldn't cross yet.

There was so much at stake, and I needed to get some answers from my aunt tomorrow before I could make any decisions. As much as I wanted to just lose myself in the sensations, I realized I was doing this more for Simon than myself. I didn't want to make any promises I couldn't keep. And I knew if we made love, he would take that as a promise.

So I pulled away, breaking the embrace and straightening. Simon looked almost dangerous as his mouth lost hold of my nipple. He stared at me fiercely as he fought to control his shallow breaths. "You want this." It was a statement, not a question.

I silently put myself back together, pushing my bra back into place and pulling my shirt down. My swollen breasts strained painfully against the confines of the bra cups, wanting to be touched again by Simon. I didn't know how to explain myself so I just bit my lip, trying to think of something to say.

Simon took a deep breath, some of the passion clearing from his face. His eyes still looked at me hungrily but the corners of his mouth quirked up. "So much for taking it slow. I seem to lose control around you." He shook his head, as if he didn't understand it himself. "I didn't mean to scare you. Sometimes I forget myself because I want you so damn bad."

I gave him a small smile. "You didn't scare me. I think I scared myself." And it was true. Simon had been so different as he kissed me. Darker and dangerous. Seductive. So different from the Simon that made lighthearted jokes and gave me tender hugs. But it thrilled me and I still recognized the core of Simon, knew he would never hurt me.

I didn't want Simon to think he was the only one feeling the fevered attraction, although I was pretty sure I had made it obvious.

"I want you too." I stuttered a little at the words but forced myself to continue. "I just..." I trailed off, not being able to explain that I wanted to wait until after Sunday.

Simon came closer, cupping my cheek with a gentle hand. "I understand. It's too fast." He gave me a sweet smile that made my heart ache. "I can go slow. We can take this however you want to."

I latched onto the excuse that he gave me. "Yes, let's go a little slower. It's all a little overwhelming." That much was true.

"Of course." Simon leaned down to pick up my coat I had dropped. "I promised you a tour of outside."

I took a deep breath to steady myself. It was a sudden switch from being locked in a passionate embrace to talking about a tour of the grounds. S

imon seemed to be a master at switching gears and I tried to keep up.

Simon held my coat up so I could slip my arms inside. As I did, he lifted my hair and I felt a fleeting kiss at the base of my neck. I turned around with a raised eyebrow. "What happened to taking it slow?"

"That doesn't mean I can't steal a kiss here and there." Simon grinned and I couldn't help but smile in return.

We went outside and even though it was chilly, it was fun to have Simon lead me around as he held my hand tightly, showing me the different parts of the grounds.

Grounds was the correct word to use. To call it a backyard would be laughable. There was a large pool complete with cabanas, although the pool was covered now. There were tennis courts, a basketball court and a sprawling field with volleyball nets. The most fascinating part was the garden. Even though it was November, there were plenty of hardy bushes and plants that were thriving, and they made an intricate maze that we lost ourselves in.

"Wait until you see it in the spring," Simon said. "With all the flowers blooming, it's amazing. I can say that without even feeling emasculated."

I smiled at Simon, both at his comment about the flowers and his assumption that I would be around to see it in the spring.

As we explored the garden, Simon was affectionate but didn't push the boundaries. His seductive kiss and caresses earlier had excited me, but his easy affection thrilled me too. He seemed to do them unthinkingly, brushing my hair off of my face with a gentle stroke, kissing the back of my hand that he held continuously while smiling down at me, listening to me talk.

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