Seducing Simon(49)

She sucked in her breath feeling curiously lightheaded. He had only looked at her like that one time before and tonight there was no way he could confuse her with Starla.

“More than anything,” he began softly. “I want to make love to you, Toni. I’ve thought of little else in the last few weeks. You’ve haunted my dreams, and I’ve gone crazy wondering what it would be like to touch you, love you.”

Her heart pounded wildly and her chest tightened almost unbearably.

Only in her wildest dreams had he said such words. She didn’t trust herself to speak so she did the only thing she could manage. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him with all the need, desire and longing she had felt for so long.

He groaned deep in his throat and tore his lips away. “Are you sure?” he asked hoarsely.

“I’m very sure,” she said softly.

He pulled her to him, tangling his hands in her hair as he took possession of her lips once more. Gently, he curled his arm underneath her legs and stood up, sweeping her into his arms. Never taking his lips from hers, he walked into her bedroom and kicked the door shut with his foot.

At the bed, he laid her on the covers and stood staring down at her, his eyes blazing with need. She swallowed as he pulled his shirt over his head, his muscles rippling with the effort.

She couldn’t tear her eyes from him, his large arms, his broad chest with just a hint of hair in the hollow of his breast plate. She followed the line of hair down to his navel, resenting the waistband of his pants for preventing her gaze from dropping lower.

As if sensing her chagrin, he unbuttoned his pants and slowly unzipped them. Her breath caught in her throat as he slid his jeans down his legs. Her eyes yanked back up to meet his, and she shivered under his intense stare. There was not a single part of her that felt untouched by his penetrating gaze.

Finally, he hooked his thumbs in his underwear and pulled them down. She stared unabashedly at his erection. If she had any doubt before that he wanted her, it was now hastily removed.

The bed dipped as he slid his naked body over her fully clothed one.

His skin felt warm, rugged, and decidedly masculine under her hands as she stroked her fingers up his back and over his shoulders.

“I want this to be perfect,” he rasped, kissing her lips, her chin, her nose, her neck.

He slid a hand under her shirt, seeking the clasp of her bra. Soon it fell loose and he smoothed his fingers over the swell of her breast, seeking the taut nipple. She moaned as he thumbed the stiff peak.

Sparks of pleasure radiated over her body in lightning speed.

He shifted over her, settling his weight on one elbow. With his free hand, he shoved impatiently at her shirt, pushing it over her head then pulling it free, bearing her br**sts to his avid gaze.

Her ni**les tightened unbearably as his mouth hovered temptingly over one. “Please,” she whispered.

“Please what?” he murmured, blowing hot air over the tip.

She groaned. “Taste it,” she pleaded.

He sucked the nipple between his teeth and laved his tongue over it.

She arched spasmodically, unable to control the liquid heat that snaked through her body.

Not releasing her nipple, he reached down to shove at her pants, working them over her hips. Soon she wore only her thin panties. “You are so damn beautiful.” He looked down at her as if memorizing every nuance of her body.

Then he bent and pressed a kiss to the swell of her stomach, molding it with his hands. Tears sprang to her eyes as he lavished attention on her body. How perfect this was. Nothing could make the moment any better.

Gently, his hand worked into her underwear, shoving it down and out of the way. He parted her legs, giving him easier access to the soft curls between her thighs. “I’m going to make love to you all night. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it,” he whispered as he pressed his lips to hers again.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, trapping him against her.

Her body squirmed, restless, hot, aching, needing. She wanted what only he could give her.

She felt flushed, sexy, alive. Like she was the only woman in the world. The only woman he would ever want. It was a heady feeling. She was lost in the electric sensations of his lovemaking.

As he moved over her, covering her with his body and nudging her legs apart with his thigh, she arched into him once again. She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into the thick muscles as he slowly entered her. His eyes were fastened to hers, locking them together as he moved into her, making them one.

Tears glistened on her eyelashes and she tried to blink them away.

He kissed them away instead as he came to a stop within her.

It was even better than before. He was making love to her. Not anyone else. He saw only her.

She locked her legs around his hips, seeking to seat him further inside her. He moaned a delicious, desperate sound. A man valiantly trying to maintain control over his raging need. She smiled, a temptress confident in her ability to drive him mad.

She began to move restlessly against him, spurring him to more action. He growled possessively and kissed her savagely, moving forward with deep, soul wrenching thrusts. But his touch was gentle, his hands touching her almost reverently as if afraid she’d shatter into a million pieces. And she felt dangerously close to doing just that.

Her release built slowly, then faster, higher and more powerful until she feared she could take no more. Then suddenly as she heard him call out her name— her name—she burst into flames, the explosion within her violent. She clutched desperately at him, wanting to anchor herself to him amidst the storm.