“Shall we get rid of this?” she asked, staring down at her shift. “After all, you are already naked.”
Simon skimmed his hands up her thighs and gathered the material in his fists. He slipped her shift up and over her head, baring her to his lascivious gaze. He was so glad that she was not some innocent miss that needed encouragement to find her passionate side. He didn’t have to go slowly with Mia, if he didn’t want to, and right now, he wanted only to lose himself inside her.
Mia stared at Simon as he drew a finger down the length of her breasts until he reached her tight nipple. He moved forward and replaced his finger with his hot mouth. Her head dropped backward as tingles turned to fire as he suckled her. He pressed his hands down her bare back, pulling her closer to the hard planes of his body.
Neither Paul nor Allan had been built like this man. Simon evoked power with his well-muscled body and the position he held. Yet, he had never been anything but gentle with her. Even now when her body craved his, he was being gentle. But she didn’t want gentle.
She wanted Simon.
Now.
She slipped her hand between them until she reached his hard penis. A smile grew on his face as he rested his head back against the chair and let her seduce him with her hands. She rocked her hips slightly so she could rub him against her clitoris. For a long moment, she closed her eyes as the fiery sensations increased.
“Mia,” he moaned softly.
She loved to hear him call her name in passion. She wanted to hear it forever. Higher her passion climbed until she felt she might shatter. Unwilling to let that happen without him being deep inside her, she lifted her hips and slowly slid his cock into her. Inch by inch he filled her body until she could take no more.
Before moving on him, she gave her body time to adjust to his size and enjoyed the feeling of him in her. But already she could feel her body throbbing against him. She needed him now. Slowly she raised herself off him and slid back down.
They both gasped at the pleasure that brought them.
He seemed to let her have control for a few moments until he placed his hands on her hips and increased the speed of their thrusting. “Simon,” she moaned as she lost the last vestiges of control she had left. Her body drew tightly around him as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
As her orgasm waned, he breathed in deeply and thrust into her a few more times before his body went rigid and his head fell back against the chair. “Mia,” he cried out.
They rested a few moments before sneaking up to his bedchamber where they made love again. Mia had never imagined making love with a man she’d known practically all her life could feel so exciting. Simon rolled off her and pulled her close.
“I’ve waited so long for this moment,” he whispered so softly she almost didn’t hear him.
He had?
Mia rested her head on his shoulder and wondered at his words. She had thought his marriage proposal and now this was nothing more than a spontaneous whim, not something he’d had in his mind for a while. Was it possible he’d desired her for longer than she realized?
It seemed like a mad idea indeed.
And such a lovely thought, it made her heart beat wildly in her chest. To have the love of a man like Simon would be heaven. Far more than a poor wise woman deserved. But something she wanted right now. Even if she could never become his wife, she could have his love and affection.
Until he married.
The thought crashed upon her. He was an earl and must marry at some point to have an heir. He certainly couldn’t marry a woman who had been with two other men and had a bastard from one of them. Marrying below his station was dreadful enough in the eyes of the ton. Marrying her? That was an abomination.
She eased up and then looked down at him. A slight smile tilted his lips upward and with his eyes still closed, he looked like a very satisfied man. And she had done that to him.
“Whatever you’re thinking, just stop,” he said and pulled her down on him.
“Who said I was thinking about anything?” she lied.
“Of course you were.” He wrapped his warm arms around her. “Let me guess. I believe it went something like this: How could I have done this with him? What was I thinking? What must he think of me?”
She giggled. “No, that wasn’t in my thoughts.”
“Indeed? I’m very glad to hear that.” He rolled her over until he was atop her. “So,” he said, and then kissed her nose, “If not those thoughts, then what?”
She stared up at his sparkling gray eyes and was lost. “Nothing important.”
“And yet, I am starting to distinguish your lies from the truth.”
“What do you mean?”