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“Right, Pop Rock. Not one second thought.” He gently trailed his fingers down my cheek before threading his hand in my hair and tilting my head to face him.
I heard a huff and the sound of stilettos clicking across the pavement, but I ignored it. An out-of-control wildfire consumed my body, and I didn’t give a fuck if she stayed or left because the time for words was over. The apples of Simon’s cheeks flushed pink like he’d taken a bite of Venus herself, and seconds later, our mouths were battling in a tug-of-war for dominance.
Our teeth clacked together as a desperate gasp escaped my lips. Whether it was to take things faster or slower, I didn’t know or care, as long as his lips stayed on mine. He pulled me closer, and my hands gripped his hair, each of us trying to overpower the other. He bit my bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth as I gasped and threw one leg over his, pulling our hips closer together.
I shamelessly rubbed my hard nipples against him, the heat of his body scorching through his shirt and the layers separating his skin from mine. “I’m obsessed with how you fucking taste,” he said, breaking away to grab my ass and grind himself against me. Then he was kissing me again, or maybe I was kissing him. I didn’t know, and it didn’t matter because this felt like something we’d been building toward since our first encounter. “I don’t want to stop till I’ve tasted every inch of your sweet body. Every inch, honey.”
“Yes,” I moaned into his mouth, unable to form any other words. But I didn’t need to. That one word said it all. Yes to more kissing. Yes to more touching. Yes to knowing every inch of this man until I knew his body better than my own. Knew the flush of his chest and how to draw out those same moans he made while eating the strawberry cream puff filling from my pastries that day at Sweeter Things.
We were a category five hurricane of bottled emotions and sexual frustration, while our tongues and teeth were the thunderbolts of electricity keeping the storm from fizzling out. There was nothing but his taste on my lips and the feel of his fingers on my skin until the distinct sound of squealing tires broke the moment.
It wasn’t like the abrupt end of a tornado with awkward silences or excuses. We broke away slowly, our lips hovering close and lightly brushing each other’s like we didn’t want to stop. Simon kept one hand firmly on my ass but loosened the other and glided it past my waist and to the back of my neck. The pressure of his fingers traveled straight to my clit, and I shuddered from the intensity of his presence.
My body was torn between pulling him inside the studio, riding him until we were panting and satisfied, and apologizing for shoving my tongue down his throat when he was clearly under duress from seeing his ex. As much as I knew we should move or go inside, I couldn’t bring myself to stop touching him. There was no one here, but the longer I felt his fingers stroking the skin underneath my sweatshirt, the more relaxed he became, like touching me settled something inside him.
He leaned down and pressed his forehead to mine, his breath evening out as I closed my eyes and let myself feel. I’d never been connected to someone on such a level that my touch instilled calm, but as we stood wrapped in each other’s embrace, I felt a part of me break. This simple touch from a man I barely knew felt unmistakably like it had been missing from my life, like he had been missing from my life.
No. He deserves someone real.
“Simon—”
“No, honey. Unless you’re going to tell me to take you inside to finish what we started, don’t spoil this with unnecessary words. Just give me your lips.”
He leaned forward and brushed his nose along my cheek, breathing deep. I closed my eyes, melting back into his embrace and tilting my neck to give him better access. The hot wetness of his tongue on my neck made me moan, and when I did, his fingers tightened on my waist, dimpling the skin. Knowing his mark would stay on me long after this kiss ended was exhilarating.
A faint buzzing came from his pocket, and I reached down, feeling his phone as he chuckled into my neck. “Damnit.”
“To be continued?” I said, pressing my lips to his pulse point, then biting down and earning a sexy grunt.
“Absolutely.” He took his phone from his pocket, and the grunt turned into a groan as he tensed in my arms. “How would you feel about dinner with my parents tonight?”
“Well, we do have this whole relationship thing down to a science, right?”
“We sure do, honey. Now, how about that dance?”
