Simon cocks his head to the side, his eyes narrowing.
“I wasn’t lying to you, Selene. You haven’t even spoken to me in days. It’s not like we were on the best of terms…”
“But you got shot. It could have been one of my father’s men. It’s directly linked to me, and I have a right to know,” I huff.
His eyes narrow even more. I don’t think it’s working. I don’t think my trying to start a fight with him is a sufficient enough distraction to stop the wild, feverish desire pulsing through me… and I think that he can see exactly what I’m really thinking.
“Maybe if you hadn’t been avoiding me since wekissed,” he mutters, shifting the topic to something more dangerous.
“The kiss… it was… I was…”
“You were what? You didn’t want it? You didn’t enjoy it?” he asks, his voice low. His fingers are digging into my hips, pulling me closer.
“No… yes… it’s…”
I trip over my words, unable to find the right answer, unable to think clearly. I stare down at his eyes and see the hunger in them. The same hunger that I feel in my eyes.
My gaze drops to his lips, and he doesn’t hesitate for a second.
The moment they do, he pulls me closer, and he kisses me.
When our lips touch, it feels like someone has lit a thousand fireworks inside me. Every cell, every inch of me, screams with relief… and screams for more.
His hands grab at me, holding me too tight as though he’s desperate. I gasp and wrap my arms around his neck, pushingmy fingers up through his hair as I kiss harder against his lips. His groan is seductive and enticing.
My hands run down Simon’s bare back, over the curves and valleys of his muscular form. My fingers trace over his biceps, careful not to touch the bandages.
He doesn’t seem to remember that he’s in pain or that he’s injured.
He stands, not pulling away from my lips, still kissing me like it was our first time. His arm slips around my waist, and he turns me so that my back is against his chest. I take a deep breath, suddenly free from his mouth, but immediately longing for it again.
“Go to my bed,” he commands, his voice low and dangerous.
My heart flips as he places his hand against my lower back and pushes me forward. My feet carry me while I think a hundred reasons why I shouldn’t do this, but not one of them is good enough to stop me.
At the edge of his bed, I turn to face him again, and instantly his lips find mine.
He pushes his tongue into my mouth as he tears my shirt, pulling it from my body in a messy rush of desperation.
My hair falls loose from the tie and spills down my back. He knots his fingers in it and tugs gently, forcing me to look up at him while he stares into my eyes and slowly, seductively, pulls my cotton bra straps off my shoulders.
“You could wear lace. You could wear cotton. You could wear nothing at all… and still I would want you the same,” he whispers as he tugs my bra from my breasts and lets it fall to the floor. I feel exposed, held in place by his grip on my hair. I feelseen. I feel admired with deep desire. And I feel more turned on than I have ever felt in my life.
His hand cups beneath my breast as his lips drift over my throat. His thumb teases over my nipple, and I cry out, gasping and arching into his touch.
He rocks his hips forward, pushing his cock against me. Rock hard and threatening to burst through the seams of his pants.
I fumble with the buttons and tug the zip down to free his monstrous cock.
I had forgotten how massive it was. Thick veins throb over the surface, and a glistening drop of liquid shines at the tip. I want to drop to my knees and lick it off, but he holds me firmer. “I didn’t say you could move. You are mine to play with tonight, Selene. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. How long you kept this from me,” he growls below his breath.
My pussy is soaked, and as he slips his hands into my pants and brushes his fingers over my clit his groan becomes almost animal-like.
“Fuck, you are so wet,” he murmurs against my mouth. He releases my hair and grabs the waist of my pants, yanking them down so hard I fall onto the bed. He rips the jeans from my body and climbs over me, tugging his own pants down, feverish, wild with passion.
Simon grabs my legs and pulls them apart, spreading my thighs as he pushes his hips between them.
With his cock in his hand, he rubs himself over my soaked pussy, spreading my juices onto his shaft, teasing me and making me arch my hips up into him.
