Easy Kisses(43)

“I’m sorry I fell asleep last night.” He was incredibly sweet last night. I don’t think I’ve ever been pampered the way he pampers me.

“You can make it up to me,” he replies and kisses me, bites my lower lip, and follows his hand down my body to my core. “I think I need to finish waking you up.”

“I think you’re right.” I reach above me and grip onto the headboard, grounding myself because I know exactly what Simon does to me with that mouth of his.

And oh, how I’ve missed it.

But he teases me, nibbling on the inside of my thighs, the crease where my leg meets my center, my pubis, and even my lower stomach.

“Simon,” I moan, circling my hips.

“I’ll get there, love.” He circles my pussy with a finger, then slowly slides it inside of me and places a kiss on my nub. His tongue tickles me. “I missed this. Your taste. The noises you make. The way your body comes alive for me.”

“You should come with a warning label,” I inform him and let out a squeal when he sucks hard on my lips. “May cause random explosions.”

He chuckles and flips me onto my stomach, then slaps my ass and kisses up my spine as he guides his dick inside of me and then I can’t think anymore at all as he sets an almost punishing pace, fucking me hard. He’s so deep from this angle.

“Am I hurting you?” he groans in my ear.

“No.”

“Good.” He grips my hair in his fist and pulls. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I do want to fuck you, Charlotte.”

I bite my lip as he picks up the pace, pumping his hips harder. He reaches around me to tickle my clit, and I’m done for. The combination of sensations sends me into a tailspin.

When the world rights itself again, Simon is at the side of the bed, gathering me into his arms and carrying me into the bathroom.

He starts the water in the shower, sets me down, and leads me in.

“I’ve wanted to get you in the shower since I’ve known you.”

“You could have joined me in the bath,” I remind him, but he shakes his head.

“It’s not the same.” When we’re both soaked, he lathers up his hands and takes his time exploring my skin. “You’re beautiful.”

“I’m turned on,” I reply honestly and reach for the soap, returning the favor. “And you’re sexy.”

I cup his still-hard cock in my fist and work him over, my hand slippery from the soap. His breath catches, his eyes claim mine, and he pushes me against the wall.

“I’m not done with you.”

“I figured.” I rinse him off and bite his lower lip. “Please tell me you’re going to fuck me in this shower.”

“I’m going to fuck you in this shower.” He lifts me against the wall and lowers me onto him. The tile is cool against my back, the water and Simon hot and steamy around me, and I can’t look away from him. His arms are strong, holding me steady as he pushes into me over and over. “I don’t want this to be over yet.”

“It’s not.” I push my hand through his hair and make a fist, keeping his face close to mine. “It’s not over yet.”

“I don’t think I can hold out much longer.” His eyes close as he whispers fuck and he tips his forehead against mine. “You’re better than I remembered, Charly. Fucking hell, you’re going to be the end of me.”

I smile and hold on tighter, gripping him with everything I have, and watch in fascination as he comes apart spectacularly, shivering and groaning my name.

There are few things more empowering than making a man come apart at the seams.

He plants his lips on my shoulder as he collects himself.

“Did you sleep well?” he asks after he finds his voice.

“Better than I have since…” Since Montana. “For a while.”

He raises his head and smiles at me with those ocean blue eyes. “Montana.” He knows.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He kisses me soundly and lowers me to the floor. “What’s for breakfast?” I ask.

“I had a delicious breakfast about twenty minutes ago.” He winks and flips the water off, wraps me in a towel, and begins drying me off. “But I could go for some protein.”

“I don’t have much here in the house. I’ll take you out.”

“I’ll take you out.” He backs away to dry himself, then slings the towel low over his hips.

Simon Danbury is in my bathroom, well sexed, mostly naked, looking at me like I’m the best thing since Earl Grey tea.

Whose life is this?

“Are you going naked, then?” He asks, one brow raised.