Oh, dear God.
My skin burned everywhere he touched, and I wanted more.
I closed my eyes and clutched at his muscled shoulders, needing to hold on to something. “Simon, what are you doing to me?”
“Seducing you,” he murmured, unclasping my bra and pulling it free.
He returned to teasing and worrying my nipples, giving me a heady mix of almost too much and not enough sensation.
“What have you been doing for the last week?” I gasped out.
He gave me a wicked grin. “Setting a trap.”
“Well, you caught me. There’s no seduction necessary.”
Fisting my hair, he tilted my head back. “That’s where you’re wrong. Seduction is always a factor. It doesn’t matter if it is a fast, dirty fuck to relieve stress or slow, lazy morning sex. If it’s not there, the man’s not worth a grain of your time.”
“So, you’re going to train me for the type of lover I should look for in the future?”
“Something like that.” A flash of irritation passed in his eyes as he spoke those words. “But for now, the only lover you need to think about is me.”
It was so surreal to have such a casual conversation and to know we had a finite point to this relationship, or whatever it was.
And how within the last five minutes, I’d accepted this craziness.
All coherent thoughts evaporated the second Simon set his large hands on my hips and jerked me flush against his thick, hard cock and then ground it up and down my aching clit.
“Are you with me, Goddess?”
“Y…yes,” I whimpered, clutching at his arms and closing my eyes, so lost in the sensations coursing through all my nerves.
“Take off my shirt.”
The simple command had my heartbeat accelerating tenfold. “Okay.”
I slipped from his lap and offered him my hand.
He studied my palm curiously before sliding his over it and standing.
With shaky fingers, I pulled his shirt from the waistband of his pants and slowly unbuttoned it, not understanding why I felt so nervous. As every inch of golden skin came into view, my breaths grew unsteady and the pulse of need throbbing deep inside my core climbed higher and higher. Arousal soaked through my underwear, giving me the urge to squeeze my thighs together.
I had no doubt he was well aware of how I reacted to him.
This man’s body was exactly as I’d imagined.
Perfection. No, that wasn’t the right word. Incredible.
He had honed and sculpted arms and muscled abs that I wanted to run my fingers over. Tattoos covered his skin along with scars, some small, others much larger. This wasn’t the body of someone who worked with a personal trainer but that of a man who stood side-by-side with his men.
Toeing off his shoes, he set my palms on his belt. “Now the rest.”
I swallowed, trying to push down the uncertainty bubbling up inside me.
I wasn’t completely inexperienced, but no one I’d ever fooled around with held a candle to Simon. Hell, if they had, I probably wouldn’t be a virgin now.
He confused me. Made me want him, even when I should hate him.
His hungry gaze ate me up as I meticulously removed his belt and then pants. The hard, heavy presence of his cock every step of the way posed a warning of how the night would end.