Destroyed (Lost in Oblivion, #3)(58)

“God, yes.”

“Margo,” he growled into her chest, nosing into her bra to suck on her breast as she slammed down on him. With her astride him, she took him even deeper. She arched back until he almost dropped her, but her hips kept on slamming down against his.

He sucked harder, drilled deeper, held her closer. Watching her burn and sway above him held him at the peak. He couldn’t let go. Not now. Not if it meant he’d miss this woman coming all over him.

She sobbed out his name and he gripped her hips, holding her down around him as he came viciously. The orgasm yanked out of him from his spine and out the top of his head.

The shout that tore from him left fire in his throat but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but her shattering around him.





13





Margo lost the will to move or even to bring her brain cells to the party. After that, what was she supposed to do?

He was still deep inside of her, as if her body couldn’t bear the thought of letting him go.

She wanted an experience.

To finally have a moment of sexual awakening.

Simon had been more than willing. But somewhere in between the thrill of having Simon in her mouth as he teased pleasure out of her with words and the orgasm that blindsided her, she’d lost sight of her goal.

Just sex.

He was the ultimate fantasy. An outlet for pleasure with no strings. The perfect man for anything except a serious relationship.

All signs pointed to Simon. In theory. But if they kept this up, there would be a larger problem.

Because she felt the odd stirrings of infatuation. The need to watch him and figure him out to her advantage.

He wasn’t a score to puzzle out. There was no staff full of notes to learn. She wasn’t supposed to be making a playlist of Simon’s greatest orgasms. She was supposed to be worried about her own.

And the fun.

Tonight hadn’t been fun. It had been intense. It had been overwhelming.

It had been downright scary.

He shouldn’t know her body that well.

And he sure as hell shouldn’t have been able to lead her down that primrose path of destruction.

She didn’t even know how to climb off him yet. How to let go of the perfection of his cock and return to the emptiness she’d never known was living inside her.

His music, she understood. It had been a long time since any music had spoken to her on such a fundamental level, but it was still a commodity she understood.

Simon, the man…she didn’t understand him.

Didn’t want to.

She didn’t want these forays into his psyche through this connection that glowed so bright between them.

He slipped his hands under her skirt and around to her bottom. He soothed and massaged the muscles that still twitched from the aftermath. The tightness of the back of her thighs to the curve of her cheeks and in between.

Her heart stuttered when he lightly circled her rosette and she instinctively tensed. He didn’t speak, didn’t coerce, didn’t have to ask permission.

Her body seemed to know how to accept his touches, even there where she’d never thought to touch. He reached around to the unbearable wetness between them and used it to dampen the sensitive skin.

He groaned as she tightened around his half hard cock with each progressive circle. When the pad of his middle finger pressed in the tiniest bit, she made a restless sound.

“I want to f*ck you here, too. I want to take my time and open you up and fill you ‘til you scream.”

She hissed out a breath as he went back to the gentle circles and then left her altogether to use his thumbs along her lower spine. Finally, he curved his hands around her waist and simply held her restless hips until she quieted.

Until the night sounds intruded and the crisp breeze drifted over the water with a taste of the fountain spray.

“We should probably get back before someone catches us.”

She nodded and scooted back a little, just enough until he withdrew from her, leaving her curiously numb inside.

She stepped off of him with a silent groan filling up her head. He took care of the condom, and she handed him a tissue from her pocket. They both buttoned up and walked silently across the bridge into the park.

At the first trash bin, Simon got rid of the condom, but there didn’t seem to be words between them. They’d used them all up within the stone pillars.

It wasn’t a loud silence, but not quite a companionable one, either. As usual, it was on the fine line of in-between where she wasn’t quite sure how to act.

They followed the path around the park to Broadway. The shops were closed and the streetlights reminded her of gaslights in old paintings.

It was a quaint town full of one-of-a-kind shops and eateries. It was the perfect street for browsing tourists there for the races or the casino nightlife nearby.

“Where are you staying tonight?”

She glanced over at him. “With Lila at The Inn.” She nodded up the street. “Probably why I made it to the park a little faster than you.”

“Classy and elegant. I wouldn’t expect any less for Lila.”

Out of Nick’s mouth that statement would have an acerbic edge, but with Simon, it was just a lazy drawl of fact.

“How did you get here?”

“Stole a golf cart and stashed it over near the Ben & Jerry’s down that street.”