Chapter 15
He made her eat first. Alyssa couldn’t believe it. What man delayed sex for any reason? But he was adamant, and so she shoved too hot potpie into her mouth while her belly jumped and tightened in anticipation. He, on the other hand, took his time as he ate huge forkfuls of the meal. He coiled his tongue around his fork while he winked at her. Then he made noises of appreciation that she’d only heard when her brother watched porn with the volume dialed up.
“You’re terrible!” she said after a particularly loud smack of his lips.
“You’re not finished,” he said, pointing with his fork at her plate. “And you’re going to need all your strength.”
She rolled her eyes. “Promises, promises,” she taunted. “You’re going to pump twice and be done. Then two minutes later, you’ll be snoring and I’ll be left high and dry.”
He arched a brow at her. “Is that a challenge?”
“Hell, no. I’m just reminding you that you said some very specific things a few moments ago. I expect you to be a man of your word.”
“I thought you wanted a man with a tongue.”
“Can’t I have both?” she asked before she popped the last bite into her mouth.
“You can tonight.” Then he looked at her plate. “You done?”
She took her time licking her fingers, mimicking his erotic sounds as best she could. She didn’t think it was working until she glanced at his hands. His expression remained flat, almost casual though his nostrils flared. But his hands kept spreading on his thighs before curling in and make deep imprints on his jeans. Open, then slowly curling into claws.
Oh yeah, she was getting to him.
Finally, she popped her last finger out of her mouth and wiped it on a paper towel. Then she smiled and sighed. “Yeah,” she said trying to make it sound like a moan. “I guess I’m done—Eep!”
She was over his shoulder and being hauled into her bedroom. She started to laugh but that made the bounce on her full stomach too much. So she settled for gripping whatever part of him she could squeeze, starting with his trim waist and extending down to his taut butt. But she didn’t get in more than a single fondle before he was flipping her back over before she dropped onto her bed with an “Umph!”
Laughing, she said, “Well, that was decisive of you.”
He didn’t answer as he stripped off his jeans and tee, leaving him naked and proudly erect. She flashed back to that afternoon and the feel of him hot and hard as he’d rubbed on her in front of all his men. At the time, she’d been flustered, aroused, and embarrassed, but not now. Right then, the memory made her skin burst with a flash fire of heat.
She sat up and put her hands to her T-shirt, planning to pull it off, but his hands were on hers before she could bare more than her belly button.
“I’ve got it,” he said as he brushed her hands aside. She wouldn’t have let go, but he also flicked his fingertips across her belly, which made her gasp. And in that moment of response, her fingers went lax and he slipped beneath her clothes.
Hot fingers, large hands, and a gentleness that had her skin trembling in response. He pulled up her tee while skimming across belly and breasts. Her nipples hardened but she didn’t move. It was too exquisite to feel a man touching her so sweetly.
He pulled off her tee then unhooked her bra. She’d always hated that she was a full-figured gal. Breasts sent the wrong message in business and frankly, they got in the way whenever she worked out. But the way he looked at them bouncing there before him made all the annoyance disappear. He touched them reverently and the slow, tentative touch was more erotic than anything she’d ever felt before.
“Simon,” she said on a groan.
“Lie back,” he said as he nuzzled her neck. His five-o’clock shadow sensitized her skin and when he nudged her with his nose, she giggled. He pulled back in surprise, but she didn’t let him go anywhere. She had her hands around his back, stroking up and down as she felt every muscle and tendon. Damn, he was one fine man.
“It’s just nerves,” she explained. “I haven’t done this in a long while.”
“Shhh,” he said as she toppled backward onto her pillow. “This is the most natural thing in the world.” And then he began to kiss her.
He started high, along her cheeks and lips. Then she felt him press kisses to her eyes before he nuzzled in her hairline. It was light and playful, but he was also very thorough. He seemed to need to touch and taste every inch of her. At first it was gentle and sweet. But soon her skin began to tingle and her breath grew short. He hadn’t even touched her breasts yet and she was aching for him in the worst way. She tried to pull his face around to hers. She wanted to kiss him long and deep, but he was unwilling to move from where he was scraping his teeth along her jaw. He had no problem with the way her hands roved over his body and, God, she loved the feel of his skin hot and strong beneath her fingertips.
He was sucking lightly on her collarbone, slipping lower on her body. She stroked her fingers across his short buzz cut hair, liking the way it felt like velvet. Better yet was the way he hummed when she used her nails over his scalp. No other way to describe it except as a deep hum of approval that vibrated from his chest through hers.
Then hallelujah, he found her breasts. Lots of time here while he nipped or sucked at them. Her aching nipples got the attention they wanted and her breath stuttered while her knees fell open. Oh yes, he had a marvelous tongue. And oh God, she was going to melt or explode or just die from the pleasure of it all.
“Simon,” she gasped. “I can’t wait.”
She unbuttoned her jeans with fumbling fingers and pushed them down. But he didn’t let her up so she could strip them completely away, and he didn’t rush what he was doing. No man had ever nuzzled her rib cage beneath her breasts. No man had ever rubbed the edge of his teeth along her less-than-flattering belly fat. But he did, and by the sounds he made in the back of his throat, he was well pleased with what he found.
By the time he put his lips to her mound, she’d lost all shame. She wanted him between her thighs now. He tugged her jeans past her knees, so she could finally work them off and kick them away. And then just when she thought he would fulfill his first promise to her, he pressed his fingers deep into the crevasse at the top of her thighs.
