Page 106 of His Wounded Heart

I thrust two fingers inside her body and curve them, rasping them within her tight channel until she shrieks. Then I lightly scrape my teeth against her swollen knot and she arches up against my face and hands, yelling for me to stop. Yelling for me to keep going. Then not yelling at all.

I kiss my way up her body, until we are side by side. We are both breathing hard.

I look at her beautiful face, trace the line and dips, then smile as I feel her fingernails scrape against the front of my jeans.

“Are you looking for trouble?” I ask.

“Oh yeah.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

I am wiped out. Part of me feels like I’ll never be able to move again, but the other part of me feels like I could party all night during Mardi Gras. I go with the part that feels energetic, because there isn’t a chance in hell I’m not going to make love with Simon Clark.

Simon grabs my wandering hand. “What kind of trouble are you looking for?” he asks.

“The kind that gets you out of your jeans and underwear.”

“I’m not wearing underwear.”

I look at him and remember the ‘no lying in bed’ promise.

“Prove it,” I purr.

He gets up off the bed and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out condoms and puts them onto my nightstand. Then he unbuttons his jeans and I get the first look at his cock. My heart starts beating faster. I can feel it. If they ever had beauty pageants for penises, his would win.

So long.

So thick.

So straight.

He must have taken off his shoes when he’d come into the bedroom earlier, because when he takes off his jeans he is completely naked. He gives me a little bit of a gloating look, but I don’t blame him. The man has a whole hell of a lot to gloat about.

He kneels on the bed and I wrap my fingers around the stalk of his erection. He feels hard, yet velvety smooth.

“Baby, don’t. I don’t have the control right now.”

When I can bring myself to stop looking at his penis and look into his face I can see him gritting his teeth. I let go and kneel up so I can put my hands on his shoulders. “Can we fuck now?”

“Trenda, we’re never going to fuck, we’re always going to be making love.”

I’d heard Chloe and Evie talking and I know some things. I lift up, my breasts scraping against his chest hair as I whisper into his ear. “I definitely want to make love with you…” I just barely stop myself from saying forever.

“Good,” he whispers back.

“But,” I start talking again with a smile in my voice. “I definitely want to try the whole fucking thing at least once.”

Simon bursts out laughing and hauls me even tighter to his body. “You are something else, Trenda Avery.”

He lowers me back down onto the bed, and pulls a condom off the nightstand. My mouth goes dry just watching as he covers himself. At that moment I realize his fingers had been a tight fit, and I try to picture his cock inside me.

He gives me an indulgent smile, and caresses me, shoulder to hip. I undulate under his touch, every part of my body seeking him, wanting that connection. He stretches down on top of me, and I breathe a sigh of relief. So good. His weight feels so good. It’s as if his body has me enclosed and sheltered. Even as all of my nerve endings are crying out for release, I also feel safer than I have ever felt in my life.

I wrap my arms around his waist. He pulls up, placing one hand against my jaw, his thumb brushing my lower lip.

“The things you make me feel.” He shakes his head. “You’re beyond my wildest dreams.”

It’s then I realize that his hand is shaking just the slightest little bit.