My fingers are gripping the handles of the bag so tightly that it’s hurting me.
Slowly, I unwrap my grip and flex my fingers.
Simon takes corners at speed, and I get thrown back left and right in my seat. I don’t dare speak to him because he’s so focused on the road ahead.
It’s not until we are far from the mall and closer to home that I hear him take a breath.
When I look at him, his face is stiff but not scowling.
I’m too scared to say anything for fear of triggering his outburst, one I’m sure is coming soon.
He must be furious that I got us into that mess.
Simon stops the car in our driveway and turns off the engine. We’re safely within the gates of the estate. We’re home.
I sit in tense silence, waiting for the anger. Waiting for the lecture.
When he reaches for me, I flinch, but he doesn’t seem to notice as he pulls me into his arms and buries his face in my hair. “Are you okay?” he asks, flooded with concern.No anger. No outburst.
“I’m…I’m…” Surprise traps my words in my throat. “I’m fine,” I stammer.
“You’re not hurt? They didn’t reach you before I got there?”
I shake my head and push my face harder against his chest, snuggling into him.Safety.
“No, you got there before anything happened,” I say.
He leans back and brushes his hands over my arms and down my sides. “Are you sure, Blair? You aren’t hurt at all?”
I look up into his eyes, filled with care and soft, genuine concern.
It brings a smile to my face, and I lift my hand to cup it over his jaw. “Thank you for coming to get me. It was silly of me to go out alone. I thought I was being careful enough,” I say quietly.
He shakes his head. “This isn’t your fault. None of this is your fault,” he sighs.
A long moment of silence stretches between us as we stare into each other’s eyes. I’m trying to read his expression. I’m trying to read his mind.
I bite my lower lip, wishing I knew what he was thinking. He looks deeply worried, deeply caring toward me. “I thought… Ithought I was going to lose you,” he whispers. And in his words, I hear the pain of that fear.
My heart jumps in my chest when I recognize the expression on his face. It’s something more… something more intense.
And the reason I recognize it is because I feel the same thing.
I feel something real. Something pulling me toward him. Something that evolved from attraction and simple enjoyment of his company into a deeper, more meaningful emotion.Is it love?Is it… the emotions washing through me make me gasp in surprise.
Simon notices, and without hesitation, he cups his hand around my throat and pulls me into a kiss.
Our lips crash into each other, and he wraps his arms tighter around me. I gasp against his mouth, letting the trapped emotions free as he holds me in his embrace and kisses me with intensity I’ve never felt before.
Simon reaches back, pushes his door open, pulling me with him, he climbs out of the car and carries me toward the mansion.
We don’t make it upstairs and end up in the living room as he drops me onto the sofa and lies his body over mine, still kissing me, his hands running over my body with desperate want.
His fingers tug at my clothes, pulling my top over my head and tossing it aside.
I arch against him and moan softly when he rubs his cock against me through his pants.
A frantic need takes control of me, and I start ripping his buttons open to push his shirt off his shoulders. Our kiss becomes fiercer, his lips pressing harder into mine.
He pulls me onto his lap as he sits up, never letting go of me, keeping me close against him.
Piece by piece, we strip clothes from our bodies until we are naked in each other’s arms. My legs are spread over him with my chest pressing against his. He brushes his fingers up my spine, sending a warm shiver racing over me, then knots his hands in my hair and, with gentle force, pulls my head backward.
His lips trace delicate lines over my throat as he rocks his hips upward, rubbing his engorged cock against my pussy.
I moan, digging my fingers into his shoulders, desperate to feel him inside me.
I’ve never felt anything like this before in my life. This kind of need. This kind of gravity toward someone. My mind is a clamor of demands. Demands to have him.
