Mine Forever (Book 3: The Billionaire’s Obsession Trilogy)(9)

She was fantasizing about him. Imagining him. He wanted desperately to  know what he was doing to her in her imagination. Probably exactly what  he wanted to be doing right now. He wanted to bury his head between  those silken thighs, fuck her tight channel with his fingers as he  pleasured her clit with his mouth and tongue.

He stripped off his pants and briefs, his eyes never leaving her  writhing body as he dropped them silently to the floor, stepping away  from them. Part of him wanted to approach her, worship that begging,  swollen pink flesh between her thighs, give some attention to those  hard, pebbled nipples. But he couldn't move. He was swept up into her  arousal, a sight so carnal that it had him palming his engorged cock,  stepping closer to the tub.

A low, throaty groan that he couldn't hold back startled her. Her head jerked up, her eyes full of lust and sultry need.

"Don't stop. Please. I need to watch you come." His voice was graveled, raspy with desire and longing.

Her hand quit moving, but she left it on her pussy. "I'm sorry, Simon. I-"                       
       
           



       

"Make yourself come, Kara. Keep going. Think about me. There's nothing  more that I want in this world than to watch you pleasure yourself. It's  beautiful." She didn't know how beautiful she looked, skin flushed,  wanton, abandoned.

Her eyes roamed his body, hesitating, narrowing in on the cock that he  held tightly in his grasp. "No. You're beautiful, Simon. The most  beautiful man I've ever seen."

He didn't think it was possible to get more aroused. But her low,  come-fuck-me voice nearly sent him over the edge, the fact that she  wanted him almost his undoing.

Their eyes locked, an invisible thread keeping them focused on each  other. He groaned as her hand moved, her eyes growing steamier as he  starting pumping his cock.

They watched each other with naked, unbridled passion. She became wild,  uninhibited as she licked her lips, watching him jerk on his  ready-to-explode cock.

Rivulets of sweats poured down his face as she whispered his name  between jerky pants and erotic moans as they stayed connected,  completely lost in a web of desire so fierce that he could barely remain  standing.

"That's right, baby. Bring yourself off," he demanded as he fisted  himself harder, the pure pleasure of feasting his eyes on her  unrestrained lust making his balls tighten, the pressure inside of him  building.

Tendrils of dark silky hair had escaped the clip holding her mane back  and they framed her face, brushed over her shoulders. He was  intoxicated, bewitched, enthralled with the feast for his eyes spread  out in front him.

Moving her fingers from her clit, Kara pushed two fingers into her tight  channel, filling herself, moving them in and out with strong, deep  strokes. She gasped every time her fingers slammed into her opening,  increasingly deep, faster. Simon increased his pace, keeping time with  her.

"Make yourself come for me," he demanded, knowing he couldn't keep this  up much longer, however much he'd like to watch her like this forever.

Her fingers moved back to her clit, gliding easily along the swollen  nub. Panting, she threw her head back with a long, throaty moan.

She climaxed hard, moaning his name, her back arching, her whole body quivering.

Not able to hold back another second, Simon exploded, putting his hand  in front of his cock to capture the stream of hot fluid that probably  would have hit the damn wall had he not stopped it.

She leaned back, her breathing heavy and uneven, her eyes glassy. After  quickly washing his hands, he crossed the space between them, and  stepped into the tub.

He pulled her unresisting body into the water with him, his mouth covering hers in a tender, languorous kiss.

Her face was flushed as she pulled back, her eyes darting away from his. "I can't believe I just did that."

"Don't, Kara." His fingers gripped her chin, gently tilting her face,  making her meet his eyes. "Don't ever be embarrassed with me. You're  beautiful. The sexiest woman I've ever seen. Watching you come was so  fucking hot that it damn near gave me heart failure. There's no shame in  something that incredible."

Wishing he could express his desire to share all things intimate with  her, his obsession to be close to her, he tugged her back onto a  built-in lounge seat. After sitting and leaning back, water lapping at  his torso, he pulled her between his legs. Molding her naked body to  his, her back to his front, he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist  to anchor her. He nearly sighed in ecstasy as she relaxed against him,  her head resting against his shoulder. He buried his face in her hair,  breathing in her tantalizing smell for the first time in three days,  feeling like he was finally where he belonged.

"I've just never done that when someone was watching. I told you I don't  have much experience." She sighed. "I missed you. I know I pushed you  away. I shouldn't have. I just wanted you to share what happened with  me, to help me understand what happened the other night. I'm really  sorry, Simon. I-"

"Shhh...stop!" His mouth to her ear, he whispered, "It isn't you, Kara."  Hell, it made his chest hurt to hear her apologizing when he should be  begging her to forgive him. He'd treated her poorly. Shut her out. He  just wasn't used to a woman who actually wanted to be close to him, a  woman who actually gave a shit enough to try. "It's my problem.  Something that I've never told anyone. Shit! I never even told the  shrink that mom made me see after the whole thing happened. Not the  whole truth anyway."

"Helen had you see a counselor?" she questioned in a low, thoughtful  voice. Her hands covering his arms that were wrapped around her waist,  she squeezed gently in a comforting gesture.                       
       
           



       

He shivered, even though the water lapping over their skin was still  hot. Taking in a deep breath, he exhaled slowly, knowing that at this  point...he was all in. It was time to risk it all, throw all his cards  on the table and pray that he came out the winner, that she cared enough  to stay with him. Truth was, he did trust Kara. But, did he want to  talk about his shame and irrational fears? Oh, hell no...he absolutely  fucking didn't want to talk about it. But his obsession was to be close  to the woman he was holding in his arms, the woman who was leaning back  against him with complete faith and trust, with a gentleness and  patience that had him in awe of her.

Nothing between us. Ever.

"Yeah, she did. I saw Dr. Evans for over a year." His voice was hoarse  and hesitant as his instincts warred with his emotions. "Mom wanted to  make sure I was okay emotionally."

She squirmed back against him, pushing her body tightly against his,  getting as close as she possibly could. Her hands slid down his arms,  finding his hand under the water, entwining their fingers together.

He breathed in the scent of her as she tilted her head, resting it against his jaw, her fragrance surrounding him.

"Simon?" she whispered softly.

"Yeah?" He gave her fingers a gentle squeeze.

"I love you." Her voice was barely audible. "I love everything that you  are, every part of you. Nothing that happened in your distant past is  going to change that. I even love you when you're bossy."

"I'm never bossy." He answered automatically, the walls around his heart  crumbling, allowing his heart to soar. Holy shit! He had wanted her to  say it, but he had never imagined that it was would feel this damn  amazing to hear it. He wasn't sure what he had ever done to deserve a  woman like her, but he wasn't stupid. He was keeping her. "You know that  I'll never let you go now, don't you?" It wasn't really a question, but  he figured that she should know his intentions.

"I didn't tell you so that you would feel obligated. I just wanted you  to know." In a lighter tone, she added, "And you are bossy. Now tell me  about Dr. Evans."

Obligated? She wasn't an obligation. She was his whole damn life. His arms tightened around her convulsively.

She loves me!

He relaxed, the tension draining from his body. Suddenly, talking about  the past didn't seem quite so difficult. Yeah, he'd much rather take his  woman to bed and show her exactly how much he worshipped her, but he  wanted to do it with full disclosure. He needed to explain what had  happened the other night, and the only way to do it was to talk about  the past.

She loves me.

He started to talk.





Chapter 5


"Before I tell you about Dr. Evans, I guess I should start at the beginning."

Kara nodded, not wanting to interrupt the flow of his words with any  questions or comments. She hadn't meant to confess her love, but she  hadn't been able to help herself, hadn't been able to hold back the  words. And she didn't regret it. She was weary from trying to hide it,  and no man deserved to be loved more than Simon.