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She turned to him, her eyes dark with desire, her nostrils flaring. Her fingers moved from his hips to his buttocks, her breathing shallow. “I have imagined your weight bearing down on me so many times, Simon. Of having you move over me. So give me more of you.”
A pang went through his chest and he shook his head. “I’ll crush you.”
“No. Please, Simon.”
He let her feel a little more of his weight. Her feet wrapped above his buttocks, her thighs stretched wide. A feral grin curled her lips and he kissed her deep and hard, taking more than giving.
Then he pulled out and thrust back in. Her head moved up on the bed and she wrapped her fingers around the headboard. “Do that again, but faster.”
“Hell, you’re ruining me, Angel,” he muttered before he gave her what she wanted. What he needed too. But he didn’t want to go over the edge without her. “Undo that knot. I want to see your breasts.”
Breath falling in sharp staccato, she complied with his demands. He roughly pushed away the flaps of her shirt and her bra. Her dark brown nipples were plump, her pulse fluttering away at her neck.
With her hair in disarray, her clothes still on but baring everything to his gaze, she was his fantasy given life. He bent and licked and sucked the nipple into his mouth, each moan and thrust of her body sending a tingle down her spine.
Then he took her hand from his abdomen and brought it to the swollen nub at her core. Her eyes wide, she looked down at the erotic sight of his fingers holding hers, pressing, caressing, flicking the tight bundle of nerves. “Keep that up, Angel,” he whispered, praying he wouldn’t disgrace himself. “I want to feel you clench around me, Anya. I want to feel everything my body does to you. And keep your eyes open.”
With the raw command, he upped the tempo of his thrusts.
Their gazes held as he used her hard and fast, the intensity of their building climaxes, the thud of their hearts, telling them it was going to be even better than last time.
That the remaining few weeks weren’t going to be enough. That there was nothing casual about this at all.
Soon, pure pleasure overtook any rational thought and Simon roared as her climaxing muscles milked him hard and tight and he fell apart in her arms.
He held her long after she fell asleep.
It shouldn’t have been this easy. This simple. She shouldn’t have been able to sneak into his head, his thoughts this easily.
But she was there, without question. She made him laugh. And she made him want. And she made him...realize how lonely he’d been for a long time. She made him realize that he’d sort of given up on himself too. But he wasn’t sure if he’d ever have the courage to trust his heart again.
Or trust himself with her happiness.
CHAPTER NINE
ITWASPASTeleven when Simon knocked on the connecting door between his and Anya’s four days later. Again. Nothing but silence answered him.
While she hadn’t told him herself, Meera had let it slip that it was Anya’s birthday. Simon couldn’t wait to see her face when he revealed the small surprise he’d planned for her at the last minute. It had shocked him, his overwhelming desire to do something for Anya, his own excitement while he’d arranged the surprise, the depth of his need for it to be something special. As special as her smile, her joy she so easily shared with him and Meera.
But today of all days, he’d been stuck in meetings for hours and when he’d finally returned to their suite, both Anya and Meera had been gone.
After waiting for more than a couple of hours, he gave up on the pretense of work. He wouldn’t be able to concentrate anyway until he knew Anya was safely in her bed. Or his, where they’d been spending the last few days. Every moment they could manage, like young lovers stealing away from adults.
In their case, it was any time they were afforded by Meera’s and Anya’s rigorous schedules. At forty-three, Simon wasn’t into instant gratification nor should he have the stamina for it, but God, Anya made him feel wild in his skin again. After that first lazy afternoon they’d spent in bed, after which they’d both fallen asleep together, he’d wondered if he was going through some kind of midlife crisis. If that was the reason Anya appealed to him so much.
Just the question had left a horrible taste in his throat.
However many reasons and excuses he’d tried to explain away the madness in his blood, this wild obsession with her, nothing fit.
It was just all her.
Her laughter. Her sensuality. Her generous heart. Her...unending energy to try everything she claimed she’d missed out on for so long. Her sweet, soft body that she gave without inhibitions even as he pushed them both to the edge and then careened right over it.
How long would it last though? How long before Simon let her down too?
Feeling far too restless in his skin, he pushed up from his seat and pulled on a sweater. He’d simply walk to the set. Vikram had security guards posted all over the location and through the walkway between the site and the luxury hotel where Anya, Meera and he were staying but he still felt a thread of anxiety in his gut when she wasn’t back in her room.
Just as he was used to worrying over Meera. It had no rational basis; he knew that much. And he didn’t right now care beyond that.
