His lips crashed over mine, making me gasp and consuming my thoughts.
Holy fuck, this man was like a hurricane, setting each of my senses on fire and flooding my pussy with desire like nothing I’d encountered before.
He tasted incredible, cognac with a hint of orange peel from his drink, mixed with his own natural essence. No matter how much I tried to ignore it, the memory of him from last week had haunted me, making me wish for another sip. The kiss plunged me into an onslaught of sensation. The press of his hard, aroused body against mine was a heady mix I had no doubt I’d grow to crave.
His tongue rolled and teased, seducing, coaxing, and driving my need to an unbearable level just as he’d done with his words. This man was too overwhelming, too intoxicating, too much to take in at once.
I had to get some control. It was the only way to survive the next year.
I wasn’t sure what came over me, but I broke the kiss, ignoring the fact I gasped for air, and ordered, “Release my hands. I’m as much part of this as you are.”
“Is that right?” A cocky grin appeared on his face before he freed my arms and slid his palms down my body. “I think we need to establish something.”
“What’s that?” I challenged, setting my hands on his shoulders.
He gripped my thighs and lifted me against the wall while wrapping my legs around his waist. “When it comes to this agreement, especially when it comes to sex, you’ll never be the one in charge. You better get used to it.”
“We’ll see, won’t we?”
“Yes, we will.” He captured my lips again, taking any response I could conjure with it.
Fuck.
Had anyone kissed me like this before? Dominating and giving at the same time.
His mouth trailed down my neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake. My nipples strained, and small spasms shook my pussy. I clutched at his shoulders, my heels dug into his ass, and I ground my aching clit along the hard ridge of the thick bulge of his fabric-covered cock.
A low groan vibrated from his throat, spurring a desperate ache unlike anything I’d experienced before.
What was happening to me?
He seemed to have a direct connection to my libido.
I hadn’t even realized we’d moved into the primary bedroom until I found myself straddling Simon’s thighs as he sat on the bed, and my sensitized front grazed against his hard chest.
The feral light in his emerald eyes mixed with the flush on his face, and the hard presence of his length against the damp crotch of my thong gave me the sensation of prey caught in the gaze of a predator. I wasn’t sure whether to run or pull him closer.
He kneaded the muscles of my hips and thighs. “You’re mine now.”
“What does that mean?”
He answered by sliding his palms up the sides of my body and cupping my breasts in a possessive hold before pinching my nipples through the fabric of my dress.
“Oh God,” I moaned and arched up into the pleasure-pain of his touch.
“It means…” He increased the pressure on my straining buds, heightening the euphoria sliding into my mind. “…this body is mine for the next year to do every dirty, depraved thing I want.”
His fingers trailed to the front zipper of my dress, lowering it down until it stopped at the hem, splitting the garment open and leaving my underwear exposed.
“For a woman who’s never had a lover, this is some sexy-as-fuck lingerie.”
The way his eyes darkened, heating to an almost molten level, and then drank me in sent a shiver down my spine.
“I like pretty things. I wear it for me.”
His voice was thick with arousal when he declared, “Now it’s for me as well.”
He pushed my dress from my shoulders and then drew me to him and trailed his mouth along my neck, over my collarbone, and down the valley of my breasts.