“Clearly.”
“Where’s Brendan?”
“I dropped him off at Ben’s mother’s for the night before heading home. I wanted the house quiet so I could talk to you. But apparently it was your intention not to be here when I came back.”
“You came home a day early to talk to me?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Her face was turning red in anger. “Stupidity, apparently.”
“No.” I walked toward her, despite my better judgment and demanded, “Tell me why.”
“I saw that Brendan had sent you photos that made it look like something was going on with my mother’s neighbor, Jonathan. I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea. I know that shouldn’t matter to me, but it does. I only took him up on his offer to take us out to lunch by the beach. That was it. There wasn’t any chemistry, Simon. I haven’t been able to feel anything for anyone but you. That’s really scaring me.”
I looked up at the ceiling and expelled a breath.
Fucking relief.
Nothing happened between them.
Relief consumed me. And that was not good, because it shouldn’t have mattered so damn much.
“You were on the fucking beach in my bikini with him. I just assumed something was going on.”
Her eyes widened. “Your bikini?”
Perhaps it was a Freudian slip, but I owned up to it.
“Yes. My fucking bikini.”
In that moment, it was like my inhibitions just snapped. Running my thumb along the slightly burned skin below her neck, I said exactly what I was thinking.
“It’s my bikini because every inch of the body inside of it belongs to me, whether you want that to be the case or not. I know how that struggle feels because it’s no different for me. As much as I would give anything to want someone else right now, my body only wants you. And quite frankly, Bridget, it’s not going to rest until it has you. I took her hand and placed it on my bare chest, sliding it down to my lower abs. “Feel this. You own this. Is that wrong? Maybe. But it’s yours.”
She leaned in and shocked the shit out of me when she just started softly kissing my chest. The longer it went on, the less I cared about consequences. She was running her tongue along my skin now. I had zero fucks left to give.
I dug my fingers into her hair, which was damp from the rain. “Let me fuck you, Bridget.” I wasn’t too proud to beg. “Please.”
My chest was heaving, and my dick was painfully hard.
She was trembling as she whispered over my chest, “Just one time.”
No sooner than the words exited my mouth, Simon let out the breath he’d been holding. He lowered his mouth to my neck and groaned, devouring my skin like an animal who’d found his prey. Except I was willing prey.
Feeling his mouth on my body for the first time was pure ecstasy. I worked to remove my damp jacket as fast as possible. Simon pulled at my shirt before slipping it over my head. He buried his mouth into my cleavage, tasting my tender skin and sucking so hard that I knew there would be marks tomorrow.
He stopped for a few seconds to remove my bra, and that small break where his lips weren’t on me was torture. I just wanted his mouth back on me. His hazy stare landed on my bare breasts as he took them in, panting. Licking his lips, he lowered his head and began to teasingly flick his tongue at my nipple. The scruff of his chin felt like little pinpricks and only enhanced the sensation. The muscles between my legs tightened.
Simon suddenly began to suck on my nipples harder. It hurt a little but felt so incredibly good at the same time. No man had ever been this rough with my body, and I didn’t realize the level of arousal I’d been missing.
His thick hair felt like silk as I gripped the strands, pushing him deeper into my skin.
His breath suddenly hitched as he pulled back before frantically unbuckling his belt. He slid off his jeans. Just as I reached for the elastic of his underwear, he placed his hand on my wrist, locking it in place.
“You’re on the pill, right? I saw them in your bathroom once.”
I nodded.
“I can assure you I’m clean. If this is our one time, I’d like to feel you without a condom, if that’s okay.”
“Yes,” I gasped.
He let go of my wrist. “Do what you were going to do.”
I lowered the elastic band and slid Simon’s boxer briefs down. My gaze stayed fixed on his beautiful cock. It was just as thick and hard as I’d remembered. Wrapping my hand around the warm, throbbing flesh, I began to jerk him off. I watched as his eyes rolled back and low grumbles of pleasure escaped him.
He stopped me before pulling me close. He took a moment to smell my hair then suddenly lifted me up and over him. Placing my hand back over his shaft, he said, “Jerk me off, then put me inside of you.”