Easy Kisses(18)
“Just because you give a fuck, doesn’t mean that I owe you anything. Didn’t you just lecture a whole room full of women about just that?”
He pushes his fingers through his hair and paces away, then turns back to me.
“I just want to—”
“And where do you get off, anyway?” I interrupt, pacing around the room myself. “Your life isn’t all roses. You’re single!”
“Charly—”
“If you know everything about dating, why aren’t you doing it?” He props his hands on his hips and narrows his eyes on me, but I’m on a roll. “Are you one of those do as I say not as I do kind of people, Simon? Because I don’t see you with a ring on your finger.”
“You’re bloody pissing me off.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve been bloody pissed all bloody day,” I reply and cross my arms over my chest. “And I don’t even know why you’re here! You keep repeating, like a broken record, that this is strictly professional and you’re not going to touch me, and blah blah blah, which is perfectly fine with me, mind you. But then you go out of your way to be nice to me. Or maybe you treat all of the clients like this.”
“You know better than that.”
“I don’t even think you like me very much.” Just like Ryan.
“What in the hell are you talking about? Of course I like you. I can’t fucking stay away from you!”
“That’s just chemistry,” I reply. “And trust me when I say that I’ve had my fill of that. It doesn’t mean anything other than my junk likes your junk.”
Now his lips twitch, and I can’t decide if I want to kick him or kiss him.
Let’s go with both.
“You haven’t seen my junk, love.”
“And what in the world is up with all of the love talk?”
“It’s a term of endearment. Now you’re just being difficult and stubborn.”
“Well, that’s who I am, Simon. I’m difficult and stubborn, and I’m no one to use terms of endearment on because I mean nothing to you.”
His nostrils flare as he marches toward me, letting the door slam behind him, and the next think I know, I’m in his arms and his lips are on mine. His hand glides up my back to fist in the back of my hair. He tips my head back to more easily assault my mouth, and I’m consumed by him.
Mercy, the man can kiss.
He whirls us around so he can boost me up against the wall, supporting me with his pelvis and the hard cock still confined in his pants.
His very impressive cock.
My hands are everywhere, in his hair, over his shoulders, his back. I want his clothes off, now.
I grip the hem of his shirt and tug up. He leans back long enough for me to lift it over his head and throw it on the floor, and I’m stunned. The tattoo on his left arm covers the ball of his shoulder. I lean in and place a kiss there, where it ends, then bite his neck gently.
“If you’re going to bite, fucking bite,” he growls, and I comply, sucking the skin in my mouth and biting hard.
“Jesus,” he groans and lifts my chin to devour my mouth again. He nibbles the edge of my lip before kissing me deeply. His hands are pressing into my ass firmly, most likely causing bruises on the skin.
I can’t wait to see them later.
“I want you,” he whispers against my ear then licks my earlobe. “I want you right now, and I’m bloody done with denying it.”
“Yes,” I pant, trying to catch my breath. I’m as out of breath as I was when we hiked the mountain, but for an entirely different reason.
He grabs my hands and pins them above my head, grinds his cock against my already wet center, and I’m about come undone from that alone.
I’m not even naked yet!
“Tell me you want it too.”
“I do.” God, I do. The fact that I haven’t been with a man in forever is of no consequence. I want this man. Right now.
His hand dives down my pants and he cups me over my panties.
“Jesus, you’re soaked.”
“This is a little hot,” I reply and think frantically which panties I’m wearing.
“A little?”
“Maybe more than a little.”
“Love, this is about to get a lot hot. If you’re not okay with that, say so now, because I’m about three seconds from being inside of you.”
“Well, get on with it already.”
Chapter Five
~Simon~
God, she makes me crazy. Her smart mouth, her firm body, the way she clenches my hair in her fists while I kiss the hell out of her. All of her.
And I want more.
I lower her to the floor and begin to strip her out of her clothes, not giving a fuck where I throw them. She’s making quick work of mine as well, and when we’re finally naked, I grab the complimentary condom on the wet bar, boost her onto the large bed, and cover her, my cock hard and pulsing. But I don’t push inside her.