Mine Forever (Book 3: The Billionaire’s Obsession Trilogy)(4)

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Simon lowered her into his massive bed, coming down with her because she  still hadn't loosened her death grip around his neck. Her panic abated  slowly and Kara relaxed her arms, allowing him to pull the covers and a  quilt on top them before he slid in behind her, spooning her body  against his, and wrapping his warm, muscular arms around her body  protectively. Kara sighed, sinking into his warmth, as she relaxed her  head back to rest against his shoulder, relishing the security of his  huge, masculine body.

"Okay?" he questioned softly, his breath ruffling her hair.

"Yeah. I'm sorry I woke you. I'll go back to my own bed in a minute."  She didn't want to go back. She wanted to stay right where she was, warm  and safe in his arms. But she respected the fact that he liked his  space when he slept.

"You're not going anywhere," he rumbled against hair.

"But you won't sleep," she protested, feeling suddenly selfish for wishing she could stay.

"I won't get a fucking minute of sleep unless you're here. I haven't  slept worth a shit for two weeks." His arms tightened around her waist.

Her body plastered against his, she could feel a hard protrusion against her ass. "You're naked."

"Yeah. I sleep in the raw, sweetheart. Get used to it," he murmured, his voice husky. "You want to tell me about the nightmare?"

Actually, what she wanted was to forget. But she turned around in the  circle of his arms, needing desperately to wrap herself around his warm  masculine body. She wasn't a tiny, delicate female, but as she buried  her face against his bulky, solid chest, she felt like one. "It was just  a dream about what happened. Only in the dream, they got me into the  car. They were going to rape me before they shot me in the head. I  fought, but they were ripping at my clothes. They were so much stronger.  All I could think about was that I wanted to die before they could  violate me, but the one that got away was on top me, the other holding  the gun to my head." She shook her head, trying not to get emotional. It  was only a dream. It hadn't really happened. "But it was so real. I  could smell their body odor, see those evil eyes. I woke up just as  they..." her voice trailed off in a shaken whisper.                       
       
           



       

Simon rocked her, running a hand over her back as though he were  comforting a small child. "Shhh...it's okay, sweetheart. You're safe.  They can't get to you anymore."

Her body quaking from the nightmare, all she wanted was to wipe away the  bad memories, to bury herself in sensation, to indulge herself in the  incredible body of the man comforting her. The one man who could make  her forget the last few days, wipe it away with his sensual touch. "Make  love to me. Make me forget," she whispered, her voice seductive and  tremulous.

She felt his body tense as she pushed him gently, rolling him on his  back. Her hands roamed over his chest, savoring the hard, sinewy muscles  and taut, hot skin. Unhurried, she traced each muscle from his  shoulders to his abdomen, caressing the enticing swirl of hair that led  from his navel to his groin.

"Shit! We can't do this!" Simon groaned, catching her wandering hands in  his strong grip. "There's no better feeling than having your hands all  over me, but you just got out of the hospital."

"Several days ago. And I'm not hurt. I feel fine. I have a little cut on  my forehead. There's only one place where I really ache." She pushed  his unresisting hand to the heat between her thighs, parting her legs.  Maybe she was coming on too strong, begging too much, but she didn't  care. She needed Simon's possession, needed him inside of her. "Please."  Her voice was pleading, desperate. Pulling her hand from his grasp, she  slid her hand down, lower, wrapping it around his engorged cock.

"No! Christ! I'll come if you touch me." His voice was strangled as he  captured her hand, holding it against his chest. The hand between her  thighs breeched the elastic of her tiny panties, his fingers slipping  easily between her saturated folds. "You're wet. So fucking hot."

"Because I need you." She moaned as his large, blunt fingers explored  her, moving sensually over her clit and the tender flesh surrounding it.  Mindless desire devoured her body whole. Not thinking, only able to  react to the relentless need that was pounding at her, she yanked the  soaked panties down her legs, kicking them into the sheets, and  clambered on top of him, straddling him. Placing a hand on each side of  his head, she kissed him.

One minute she was on top of him, her lips covering his, ready to lose  herself in the power of his touch, and the next moment...she was flat on  her back. He had flipped her, tearing his mouth from hers.

"No. I can't. I fucking can't." His voice was tortured, his torso  imprisoning her, his hands gripping each one of her wrists at the side  of her head.

His breathing was labored, ragged. She could hear harsh sounds coming  from his throat as he attempted to get air in and out of his lungs.

Shaking her head, starting to emerge from her erotic fog, she looked up  at the massive figure looming over, a man in obvious torment.

Shit. What did I do? Did I push too hard?

The moon provided some muted light in the room, but it still wasn't  enough illumination to see his eyes...but then, she didn't have to. The  sound of his voice, his breathing, his trembling body, his tight hold on  her wrists told her that she had sent him plummeting into his own  personal nightmare.

"Simon. It's me. Kara." She pulled on her wrists, but she couldn't free them. "Talk to me."

"I know who you are. I just can't fucking do it." Chest heaving, he stayed locked in place.

"Kiss me."

Trapped under his body, under his dominance, she still wasn't sure that  she could assuage his fear. He wasn't hurting her, but she wanted to  bring him back to the here and now. Somehow, she had inadvertently hurt  him, sent him into a panic.

Her heart was racing and it seemed like forever until he finally lowered  his head slowly, fitting his mouth over hers. He kissed her like a man  who had come unglued. His tongue speared into her mouth, conquering,  lashing, over and over.

His wild, dominant embrace released a primal instinct inside of her, as  if her body was automatically responding to her mate. She moved her  tongue against his, surrendering herself to him, letting him be her  master.

"Kara." He breathed her name as he released her mouth, burying his head in the side of her neck.

"Yes. Just you and me, Simon. Just us."

"Need to fuck you." The statement was muffled, his rumbling voice vibrating against her neck.

"Do it. Just like this." Something about her being on top, being in  control had flipped his detonation switch. But his lust was still there.  She could feel it, rock-hard and hungry, pushing against her thigh.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. It felt so good, but I just couldn't-"                       
       
           



       

"No. Don't. It doesn't matter. I just want you inside of me." She parted  her legs, and pulled at her wrists. "Can you let go of me?"

Slowly, he loosened his powerful grip as he moved between her thighs.  "Yeah. I think so." He answered in a tone filled with trepidation.

Her heart stuttered as she pulled her wrists out of his now only  slightly resisting hands and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "I  just want to hold you. You have control."

"Around you, I doubt I'll ever really have any control," he muttered quietly, his voice filled with reluctant resignation.

"Make love to me, Simon." Her voice was pleading, but she didn't care.  His momentary fear and vulnerability had crushed any self-preservation  instincts left in her body. She needed to help set him free, to  obliterate whatever was in his past that held him prisoner. He was too  good a man, too kind a person to remain trapped, unable to move forward.

Not to mention the fact that I love him and want him so desperately that it's painful.

It was past time to stop being in denial, thinking that she could keep  Simon at an emotional distance. She'd been a coward, so afraid of  destroying herself that she had selfishly tried to deny the totally  amazing connection that she had with him. And it was a two-way  connection. She wasn't the only one struggling with it, uncertain how to  deal with it. For Christ's sake...he had followed her around, protected  her, for over a year. He had literally plucked her off the streets,  giving her everything a woman could ever dream about, and not just  materially. He comforted her, stayed by her side when she was sick. He  listened to her as though her concerns, her thoughts, her dreams, were  important to him. Obviously, he felt something! The question was, could  it be the same fascinating, beguiling, impossible-to-resist coupling  that she felt for him? In her case, that incredibly mystical chemistry  had turned into a gut-wrenching love, evolving so fast that it had had  taken her breath away...along with her common sense.