“Because I had to,” I answered honestly, remembering how I’d reacted instinctively, kissing him when I’d wanted to do anything but. “Why did
you kiss me?” I asked again.
“Because I had to,” he said, the smirk returning. Luckily I didn’t see the smirk for too long. Because I’d final y discovered the secret of the ages.
How do you make Wal banger stop smirking? You kiss him.
Chapter Thirteen
THE SKY OPENED UP, pelting us with chil y rain, which mixed with the heat around us, and between us. I looked at Simon underneath me, warm and wet,
and there was nothing in the world I wanted more than his lips against mine. So even though every single cowbel in my head was ringing out the
alarm, I centered myself, wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, and gazed directly into his eyes.
“Mmm, Caroline, what are you up to?” He smiled, his hands strong on my waist as his fingers dug into my skin. His skin slipped against mine in
a way that made me not right in the head, and I could feel—I could actual y feel—his abs against my tummy. He was so strong, so powerful y
delicious that Brain began to burn, and other organs began to make al my decisions.
I think O even popped her head up for a moment, like a groundhog. She took a quick glance around and pronounced it much closer to spring
than she’d been in months.
I licked my lips, and he mirrored my actions. I could barely see him through the haze of steam from the hot tub and the lust now brewing in this
little cauldron of chlorinated chemistry.
“I’m up to no good, that’s for sure,” I breathed, rising up just a little. The feeling of my breasts crushing against his skin was unimaginable. As I
settled on his lap again, I felt his reaction in a very tangible way, and we both groaned at the contact.
“You’re up to no good, huh?” he said, his voice gruff and thick and maple syrup pouring over me.
“No good,” I whispered in his ear as he pressed his mouth against my neck. “Wanna be bad with me?”
“You sure about that?” he groaned, hands clutching at my back with delightful abandon.
“Come on, Simon, let’s bang some wal s,” I answered, al owing my tongue to dart out from between my lips and against the skin just
underneath his jaw. The scruff scratched my taste buds and gave me a sense of what that very scruff would feel like against other soft places on my
body.
O poked her head out just a little more at that point and went straight to Brain, which in turn spoke directly to my hands.
I grasped him firmly at the base of his neck, and positioned him directly in front of me, his eyes flaring wide and turning into tiny little
hypnotizers.
His grin was hard, and so was he.
I leaned in and sucked his bottom lip between my teeth, nibbling lightly before biting down and pul ing him closer. He came wil ingly, ceding
control as my fingers pul ed and pushed at his hair, and my tongue pressed into his mouth as he groaned into mine. Everything in my world now
narrowed to just the feeling of this man, this wonderful man in my arms and threaded between my legs, and I kissed him like the world was about to
end.
It wasn’t sweet and tentative, it was pure carnal frustration spiked with incomprehensible lust and rol ed into a giant bal of please-God-let-me-
live-in-this-man’s-mouth-for-the-forseeable-future. My mouth led his in a dance as old as the mountains that watched over us approvingly, our
tongues and teeth and lips smacking and cracking and giving in to the sweet tension that had been building since I showed up at his door wearing
the inspiration for my nickname.
I shook as I felt his hands reach lower to grasp my bottom and pul me closer stil , my legs scrambling as I panted like a whore in church. The
Church Of Simon…where I was dying to kneel before him.
My eyes were closed, my legs were open, and I was now moaning into his mouth like some kind of rabid dog. The idea that a kiss, just a kiss,
had turned me into this giant lusting bag of CarolineNeedThat was undeniable, and I knew that if he continued to make me feel this way I was going
to invite him straight into my Tahoe. Great idea.
“Come into my Tahoe, Simon,” I mumbled incoherently into his mouth.
He paused. “Caroline, come into your what? Oh, God,” he managed, as I pushed us off the side of the hot tub and vaulted us across the water,
emptying half of its contents onto the deck and the other half sloshing us around like it was high tide. He slammed me into the opposite wal ,
pushing me up against the bench and rewrapping my legs around his waist, as I gamely pushed my mouth back onto his, unwil ing to let go of him.
At one point, I kissed him so hard, he had to push me off so he could catch a breath.