I don’t understand him. I don’t know what motivates his behavior.
But she wanted to. There was nothing she wanted more than to understand every one of Simon Hudson’s secrets.
She breathed a sigh of relief as they entered the condo. Wandering through the kitchen, she headed for her room to take a shower. She was about to call a brief goodnight to Simon when a large, muscular arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her against an equally large, masculine body.
“Don’t go. Not yet.” Simon’s husky voice against her ear sent a shiver of need through her body, momentarily stunning her into silence.
He lifted her, cradling her against his chest as he strode into the living room and sat on the couch, her body sprawled on his lap. “What’s wrong?” she questioned softly, feeling the restless tension in his body. His muscles were bunched tight as she fanned her hands over his shoulders.
“I need to hold you for a while. Please. You took twenty years off my life today, Kara. I’m going to end up old, bald and crazy if you keep having incidents like this.” He wrapped his arms around her, plastering her body tightly against his.
“I’m sorry.” She laid her head on his shoulder, relishing the abrasive feel of his whiskers against her cheek, trying not to let her spirits soar because he was hinting at a future for them.
“I can’t take it. I can’t stand the thought of anything happening to you,” he said in a strangled voice.
The living room was dim, lit only by residual light from the kitchen. Her heart raced as she pulled back to stroke his rough jaw. He was afraid for her safety. She couldn’t help but be touched by it. There had been very few people in her life who had really cared about her in that way, and certainly never a male, except for her father. Her ex probably would have shrugged it off and told her that it was her own fault for volunteering in that part of the city. He hadn’t exactly been the nurturing type.
Capturing her hand, he drew it to his lips, dropping light, soft kisses to her palm. “I had a very hard time not going for your cop’s throat today.”
“Why?”
“For God’s sake, Kara, the man was eye-fucking you right there in the station.” His answer was harsh.
“He was just being nice-,”
“He was imagining what it would be like to f**k you,” he informed her in a raspy voice. “I’m a guy. Believe me. I know. And I f**king hated it. I don’t like to share.”
Gulp. Was he insinuating that…
“I didn’t know that I was yours.” Was she?
“You are now.”
“Since when?”
“Probably since the first moment I saw you. Definitely since the moment I touched you. And absolutely since last night.” His hand moved to the back of her neck, guiding her mouth to his.
He flipped her in one smooth motion, his mouth never leaving hers. One moment she was on his lap, and the next, she was spread out on the massive sofa beneath him. He kissed her until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, she could only feel. Legs parting to accept his body, she wrapped her arms around his muscular back, trying to get as close to him as she possibly could.
She needed this, needed him. She slid her tongue along his, desperate to get closer, wanting to crawl inside of him. Her hips shifted longingly against his groin, whimpering into his mouth when she felt the hard erection straining against his jeans, pushing against her mound, making her crazy to feel him inside of her.
Pulling her mouth away from his she gasped, “I need you to f**k me, Simon. Please.”
He buried his face in her neck with a guttural sound. “Bedroom.”
“No. Here. Now. Right now,” she panted. She didn’t want to move, didn’t want to be blindfolded and tied this time. Wrapping her legs around his waist in silent entreaty, she brought her hands to his ass, pulling him against her as she undulated her hips.
“Fuck! I can’t think when you do that. I don’t want to wait,” he rasped, his hands sliding beneath her ass, pulling her tight against his raging erection with a low, tormented groan.
“Don’t wait. Please.” Her body was igniting like tinder on a raging forest fire.
“You know I can’t.” His voice was angry and frustrated, but he didn’t release his hold on her ass.
“You can.” She wanted him like this, spontaneous and needy. Unwrapping her legs from his waist, she bucked and slipped her hands between their bodies, unsnapping her jeans and ripping at the zipper to get them undone. She wriggled, making Simon lift up while she lowered her jeans and panties enough to kick them off her legs. “Touch me.”
Simon groaned as his hand slipped between them, his fingers sliding into her drenched pu**y. “Oh Jesus, you’re so f**king wet.”
“For you,” she answered fiercely. “So don’t tell me that no woman wants you for anything other than your money. I want you so damn desperately that I’m begging you to f**k me,” she told him furiously, trying to make him understand that what she felt was far from monetary.
She couldn’t tell him the depths of her need. She wasn’t ready to strip her soul and Simon wasn’t ready to hear it. And maybe she wasn’t ready to deal with it. But, damn it, he’d take this. He’d take her. Now.
Her body shuddered as his fingers glided through her tender, wet flesh, zeroing in on her throbbing clit. “Yes. Touch me.” She was lost, her body reacting to every sensation, every brush of his fingers. Her head tossed wildly as she abandoned herself to his bold, undaunted stroking.
“You’re so hot. So damn responsive. It’s so hard to believe that you want me like this. Tell me. Again,” he demanded, his strokes becoming harder, more demanding.
“I need you, Simon. Fuck me.”
“Only me?”
“Only you. You’re the only one who makes me feel like this.” And he was the only man who could make her this crazy with a simple touch. She knew it was a weakness, but at the moment, she couldn’t bring herself to care.
He reared up and tore open his jeans, yanking them down until his c**k was liberated, springing out throbbing, hard and needy. “I want you so f**king much, Kara, but I’m not sure I can do this.” His voice was both passionate and angry.
She recognized his need to dominate. The cause wasn’t clear, but she knew he needed to be in control. “Hold my hands, Simon. Take control. Fuck me how you need to. I don’t care, as long as you do it now.”