Have Baby, Need Billionaire(17)

       
           



       

The three of them weren't a family. They were a temporary unit. Until   Simon and Nathan had found their way together. Then good old "Aunt Tula"   would go home and maybe come to the city once in a while for a visit.

As Nathan got older, he would no doubt resent time spent with her as   simply time lost with his friends. He would be awkward with her, she   thought, her heart breaking at the realization. Kind to a distant   relative when his father forced him to be polite.

The little boy she loved so much wouldn't remember her love or the   comfort he had derived from it. How she had sung to him at night and   played peekaboo in the mornings. He wouldn't know that she would have   done any thing for him. Wouldn't recall that they had once been as close   as mother and son.

He would have no memories of these days and nights, but they would haunt her forever.

She would be alone again. But this time, it would be so much worse.   Because this time, she would know exactly what she was missing.

"Tula," Simon whispered, drawing her back from thoughts that were   threatening to drown her in misery. He tipped her face up until their   gazes were locked, his searching, hers glittering with a sheen of tears   she refused to shed for the death of a dream that should never have  been  born.

So very foolish, she thought now, looking up at Simon Bradley. Until   this very moment, Tula hadn't had any idea that she was more than   halfway in love with a man she would never have.

"What is it?" he demanded. "Are you crying?"

"No," she said quickly because she couldn't let him know that she had   just said goodbye to a fantasy of her own making. "Of course not."

He accepted her word for that as his thumbs traced over her cheekbones.

"Come to my room with me, Tula," he said softly, his voice an erotic   invitation she knew she couldn't resist. More, she knew she didn't want   to resist it. She'd let the fantasy go but she would be a fool to turn   her back on the reality, however brief it might be.

Reaching up, she covered his hands with her own and gave him the answer   they both needed. "Yes, Simon. I'll come with you. I want you, too.  Very  much."

"Thank God." He bent and kissed her, hard and fast.

"Just let me turn the monitor on first," she said, walking back into the   nursery, shooting a quick look at the baby as he sighed and smiled   through his dreams. She flipped the switch on the monitor, knowing the   receivers in hers and Simon's rooms would pick up every breath the baby   made during the night.

She stared down at Nathan for a long moment, then turned her gaze on the   doorway. There Simon stood, dark eyes burning with a fire that  thrummed  inside her just as hotly. Her body ached, her core went damp  with need.  She moved toward him and as she stepped into the hallway, he  pulled her  in close, then swung her up into his arms.

"I can walk, you know," she said wryly, the last of her sorrow draining   away against a tide of rising passion. In spite of her protest, she   secretly delighted in being carried against his hard, strong body.

"But why walk when you can ride?" One of his eyebrows lifted into the   arch that she knew so well and she had to admit that being snuggled   against Simon's broad chest was much preferable to a long walk down a   silent hall.

The house sighed like a tired old woman settling down for a good night's   rest. The creaks and groans of the wood were familiar to her now and   Tula felt as though she were wrapped in warmth.

Warmth that suddenly enveloped her in heat as Simon dipped his head to   claim another brief, fierce kiss. When he broke the kiss, his dark eyes   were flashing with something that sent a quick chill racing along  Tula's  spine. Passion and just a hint of something more dangerous shone  down  at her and Tula's stomach erupted with a swarm of what felt like  bees.

Head spinning, heart pounding, she linked her arms around his neck as he   strode into his bedroom and headed for the wide, quilt-covered bed.  She  had never been in his room before and she glanced around at the  huge  space. Wildly masculine, the room was done in brown and dark blue.  Deep  brown leather chairs were drawn up in front of a blazing tiled   fireplace. Twin bay windows overlooked the street, the park beyond and   the distant ocean. The bed was big enough, she thought wryly, to sleep   four comfortably and moonlight poured through the windows to lay in a   silver path along the mattress. As if someone, somewhere, had drawn them   a road map to where they both wanted to go.

"Gotta have you. Now," he muttered thickly, dropping her to the bed and following after.

"Yes, Simon," she answered, reaching for the buttons on his shirt, tearing at them when they refused to give.                       
       
           



       

Simon was half-crazed with wanting her. Everything he had planned to say   to her tonight dried up in the face of the overwhelming need clutching   at him. Pulling at the hem of her bloodred sweater, he dragged it up  and  over her head to display the silky pink camisole she wore beneath.  His  gaze locked on her pebbled nipples. No bra. That was good. Less  time  wasted.

Simon hadn't been able to keep his mind on anything but Tula for hours.   The question of his son's parentage had been answered and any other  damn  questions could just wait their turn. This was what he needed.  What he  had to have. Her.

Just her.

He pulled the camisole up, exposing her brea**sts to his hungry gaze and   his mouth watered for a taste of her. He shrugged out of his shirt as   she pushed the material down his arms, but beyond that, he couldn't be   bothered.

Clothes would come off when they needed to. For now … he bent his head to   her brea**sts and took first one nipple, then the other into his mouth.   She gasped and arched off the bed, pushing herself into him, silently   begging for more.

He gave her what she wanted.

Lips, tongue, teeth ran across the pink, sensitized tips of her breasts.   Her taste filled him, her sighs inflamed him. Her fingers threaded   through his hair, holding him to her breast as she squirmed under him,   desperate for more. For everything.

He knew that feeling and shared it. His body ached. He was so hard for   her he felt as though he might combust if he didn't get inside her.   Tearing his mouth from her breasts, he worked his way down her   incredibly lush body.

"So small, so perfect," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

"I'm not small," she countered, then gasped when his tongue traced a   line around her belly button. "You're just abnormally tall."

He grinned and glanced up at her.

She shrugged. "Fine. I'm short."

"And curvy," he added, flicking the snap of her jeans and drawing down   the zipper in one smooth move. His fingertips slid across her skin and   she whimpered.

Simon smiled again and tugged at the jeans keeping him from her. They   slid off her legs and fell to the floor. He paused then to admire the   scrap of pink lace that made up the thong she wore. "If I'd known those   jeans were hiding something like this, we'd have made it here long   before now."

She ran her tongue across her bottom lip and everything in Simon fisted.

"Now that you know," she teased, "what are you planning on doing about it?"

In answer, he tugged the lace down her legs and off, shifted position and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

"Thought I'd start with this," he said and ran his tongue across the most sensitive spot on her body.

She jolted and instinctively squirmed beneath his strong hands holding   her in place. But Simon wasn't letting her go anywhere. Instead, he   pulled her closer to him, draped her legs across his shoulders and took   her core with his mouth.

Tula groaned helplessly against the onslaught of emotions, sensations   rampaging through her system. She looked down the length of her own body   to watch him as he kissed her more intimately than anyone ever had   before.

It was erotic. Sensuality personified, to see him licking her, tasting   her and at the same time to feel what he was making her feel. Spirals of   need and want clung together inside her and twisted into a frantic  knot  that seemed to pulse along with the beat of her heart.

And as her heartbeat quickened so did the tension coiling inside her.   Tighter, faster, she felt herself nearing a precipice that swept higher   with every passing moment. She raced toward it, surrendering to the   incredible sensations coursing through her. She held nothing   back-sighing, groaning, whispering his name as he pushed her further   along the twisting road to completion.