His fingers pushed between her thighs. Stroked her sex, thumbed her clit.
“So wet,” he muttered, sending that lust-filled stare her way. “You’re gonna feel fantastic.”
So would he. Her teeth clenched and her heels dug into the bed. A few more strokes and she’d be coming. Just a few more.
A strong finger drove into her.
Dee bit her bottom lip.
“No!” He glared down at her. “Not this time. I want to hear every sound you make. Every sound.”
Her mouth dried. No holding back. She always held back. Pushed her partner, but kept her own control as she—
“I want everything.” Two fingers. “And I’m gonna have everything.”
Her head fell back. So she’d come this way first, fine with her. The second time, he could be inside, he could—
“No, babe.”
Her gaze snapped to him.
“Not without me.”
He shoved a hand into the back pocket of his jeans. Pulled out a small foil packet.
She loved a man who was prepared.
Of course, she’d also picked up some condoms at that rundown gas station. Just in case.
Because she liked to be prepared, too.
He ripped the foil with his teeth. Rolled the protection down his thick length.
Then he pushed her thighs apart. Wider. He stared at her flesh. “Beautiful.”
Simon drove into her, thrusting his cock balls deep into her sex.
She let her moan out, full and loud, because he felt great. And because she wouldn’t hold back, not with him. Her nails dug into his arms.
He withdrew. Thrust deep. Again. Again.
“Harder.” The coil within her tightened. Release—so close. So close.
Sweat slickened their bodies. Her hips rose to meet the plunge of his body. Faster. Stronger.
He stretched her, drove deep and had her shuddering for more.
Pleasure, that sweet release, was temptingly near.
Her legs curled around him. He pressed a hard kiss against her lips. His tongue thrust into her mouth.
Her sex quivered around him—that full, hard cock, driving so deep.
His head lifted. His teeth were clenched. Eyes glittering.
His neck was close to her. The strong curve of his shoulder. Close enough to—
Bite.
Her teeth snapped together. What the hell? Not during sex, she’d never wanted to—
His cock eased back, almost to the entrance of her straining sex.
She flattened her hands against his chest. Push away. Fight the—
His hot flesh slammed into her.
She came, screaming, “Simon!” Her muscles clenched as the white-hot wave crested. Her sex rippled around him, contracting as the pleasure blasted her.
“Better,” he growled and his fingers dug into her hips. He lifted her up, arching her toward him and thrusting fast and deep. “So much better.”
He bent toward her, pressing his lips against her neck. Tasting and licking her flesh. The muscles in his arms bunched. So much power there, so much strength.
He came on a long shudder, pumping out his release.
Her sex throbbed around him, the aftershocks of pleasure reverberating through her core.
Dee sucked in a breath. Then another one. She licked desert-dry lips.
His tongue skated over her neck.
She shivered. Nice.
His hold tightened around her as the sound of her drumming heartbeat filled her ears.
Oh, yeah, she’d known it would be that good. When a guy oozed sex like Simon, a good time was pretty much guaranteed.
Her hands skimmed down his back, and Dee realized that his muscles were locked tight. “Simon?” He’d come, she knew he had.
His lips pressed against her neck once more. A bit harder this time, then his head rose. His eyes were such a turbulent gray. Stormy.
“I don’t ever want to hurt you,” he told her, voice gruff.
Her brow pulled low. “Then don’t.” Simple enough.
A finger rose and traced her cheek. “You cried when you came.”
Dee blinked. “I—” Okay, now she didn’t know what to say.
“One tear drop. Just one.”
“I don’t usually—” Hell, she never cried. Not in years, anyway.
His lips pressed against hers. A soft, gentle touch after the wildness of the lust. His cock was still lodged in her, and swelling.
His mouth lifted, just an inch. “You can trust me,” he breathed the words.
She’d already trusted him with her body. What more did he want?
But she could read the answer in his eyes. Everything.
And suddenly, even the heat of his body couldn’t warm her. Because everything—she’d never had that to give a man.
They slept. Finally. Dee drifted away in Simon’s arms. The sleep was deep, heavy, and filled with the soft whispers that haunted so many of her dreams.
Go, baby, go! Get out. Hurry! Her mother. Always warning her.