“Tell me to stop,” I whisper, silently entreating her not to, though I’ll do whatever she needs me to. “Tell me, and I swear I will.”
She stares at me, a slight quiver to her chin she immediately sets firm. “I don’t want you to stop. But what about your wound? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Hurt me?” I say with a throaty chuckle. “Full disclosure, I’d risk any amount of pain if it meant being with you.” I brush my lips over hers, reassuring her with the tamest of kisses I can manage under the current, sensual circumstances. “But trust me, that’s not going to be an issue.”
“Now, forget about the wound, I promise I’ll be fine. Arms up,” I instruct, curling my fingers into the hem of her T-shirt.
My domineering side roars in pleasure when she does as instructed, lifting her arms in the air and blinking her long lashes at me.
I peel her flimsy top up and over her head, tossing it aside as I feast my eyes on a shirtless Victoria. Scalloped lace in the palest of pinks covers peaked nipples I can gauzily make out. The tiny bow in the center drives me fucking insane with lust in a heated instant.
Curling my fingers around the nape of her neck, I pull her to me as I crash my mouth over hers again. Swiping my tongue inside for a little taste, I walk her backward into the shower, long steady strides eating up the space.
“Simon,” she squeals, clinging to me tighter as the overhead spray soaks what little clothing we have left along with our bodies. Hardly giving me a reason to let go.
Water sluices down her body, pouring over the swells of her breasts to create a waterfall in the mouth-watering valley between.
I set her on her feet and rid her of her shorts, not an easy feat with the fabric heavy with water and plastered to her skin.
No matter, I’m highly motivated.
Vaguely, I register the wet thud as they join the pile of our clothes just outside the shower. It’s not a high priority, whether or not I made a mess. I aim to make a mess of the both of us, honestly.
With her bra soaked through, I can see everything. My mouth goes completely dry at her slick skin and hardened nipples.
Down, I follow the water, running my gaze over her soft curves and belly button, where they soak matching pink panties with another inviting little bow.
A trail I plan to follow, first with my fingers and then my mouth.
I step out of my soaked boxer briefs, adding them to the sopping pile. I also get a nice boost to my ego as she brazenly admires my naked body, her panted breaths getting faster and more shallow.
Gliding my palm over her damp, heated skin, I find the clasp of her bra. With a flick of my wrist, I undo it, awestruck by my own actions as it falls away, revealing full rounded breasts and perky pink nipples.
I gape-I can’t help it. I also go from hard to rock-hard in an instant.
Her eyes meet mine, eyelashes spiked with water, vulnerability in her pretty features.
“You’re gorgeous. Fucking incredible,” I say, and the smile that spreads across her face ignites a possessive, protective burning within my chest.
Energy crackles between us, a live wire in need of grounding. Victoria slowly walks forward, closing the inches and tangling her fingers in my hair. With her slippery skin slipping and sliding against mine in the most intoxicating way, my eyes threaten to roll into the back of my head.
Before I lose control, I have other plans for that unbelievable body of hers. So I angle my mouth over hers, kissing her deeper and losing myself in her completely. I memorize every euphoric sensation, from how she moves against me to her moan and the way that she tastes.
In this moment, nothing else exists.
“I love you,” she says unexpectedly, the roar of the shower and rush of blood in my ears almost convincing me I imagined it. At long last, she stops holding back and finally surrenders to me, her hands clinging to the sides of my waist. “I love you, Simon Jones.”
Victoria
My heart pounds so fast and hard I’m sure Simon can hear it.
It feels like I just plucked the life-giving organ out of my chest and offered it to him on a silver platter, and yet, I don’t feel afraid. I feel elated.
Cherished.
Taken care of in ways I’ve never experienced before.
Tendrils of steam unfurl in the air, softening all the harsh edges of reality. Tempting me to believe this fairy tale might actually be for me.
The grin that spreads across Simon’s face after telling him I love him is as breath-taking as it is exultant. Unlike other guys I’ve met, he uses his arrogance for good, sweeping in to deliver protection or justice as if it’s ordinary.
When everything about him is extraordinary.
“You know I love you,” he says before pressing his lips to mine for a hot, open-mouth kiss. And even more miraculously, I do.
His hands roam my body like he’s memorizing every curve. Demanding yet gentle, reverent yet possessive.
Water cascades down his broad shoulders, his muscles flexing as he backs me up against the tile wall of the shower. I arch into his body, releasing an embarrassingly needy moan as his steely length presses into the apex of my thighs.
My desire spikes higher, my libido reaching previously unseen levels. I’ve never felt anything like this before.
I’ve been kissed and touched before, sure. But never like this. Never with such fervency, this much hunger. Not with such a strong connection and overpowering levels of sexual obsession.
Never with someone who looks at me like he’ll escort me home on his arm and devour me for dessert.
Simon moves his mouth to my neck and I automatically tip it aside, granting him fuller access. He paints kisses down the column and across the line of my collarbone, nipping and sucking until I’m completely breathless.
Firm fingers curl in the waistband of my panties, absolutely soaked from the showerhead and my desire.
He yanks them down my legs and, if not for the arm he banded around my thighs, I would’ve fallen.
Except Simon won’t let me.
Once the fabric reaches my shins, he kneels in front of me.
I step out of my underwear, goose bumps spreading across my skin. He tosses them with the rest of our clothes. I expect him to stand, but he curls firm fingers around my hips, tugs me closer, and dips his tongue into my belly button.
My moan reverberates off the walls, ringing in my ears along with the roar of the pelting water.
But it’s nothing compared to my cry of pleasure when he presses his soft lips and stubbled jaw to my sex.
“Unnhh.” The erotic sound eclipses everything else as my world narrows to Simon’s mouth and his glorious tongue.
Simon strokes the sensitive lips of my entrance with deft fingers as he continues to lick and suck at my clit. The slap of water as my palms hit the walls of the shower so I can brace myself sends vibrations up my core.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.