Page 57 of Without Apology

He took a deep breath. “Yes. Knackered is tired. And I’m trying to be considerate here.”

“I don’t remember asking you to be.”

That seemed to break his last defense. His lips were on me in an instant while his body backed me down the hall. Fingers nimbly unzipped my dress. I stepped out of it, letting it pool at my feet while he stood back for a moment, sweeping his eyes over me like a caress.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“And here you were about to send me to bed.”

He pulled me back into his arms, whispering in my ear. “I was trying to be a gentleman.”

He was such an enigma, swinging from a man seemingly without emotion, as he behaved at the office, to someone who cared that I might be too tired for sex, the way he was right now. It was clear he tried to keep the two personas very separate. “Mm, I kind of prefer the type of guy who fucks me against the wall without caring.”

He growled, flicking my bra clasp and letting the garment fall so his hands could hold my breasts. “You have no idea how much I want you.”

“Show me.” This alpha side of Simon fueled my libido.

His head dipped down. Taking a nipple into his mouth, he tugged it with his teeth, an action that sent waves of electricity down my body to my throbbing sex. He then soothed the bite with the swirling of his tongue. He repeated the motion on the other nipple while his fingers toyed with the first one, bringing them both to sensitive peaks.

“Get on the bed with your legs spread for me.”

A shiver lanced through me at his demanding words while my body obeyed. The sight of him looking down upon me in the moonlight was so erotic I thought I might come without actually being touched.

He stepped closer, bending down and hooking my thong with his thumbs. He pulled it down my legs, leaving me totally exposed for him.

Since I wanted to view him for the first time, I made a demand of my own. “Let me see you.”

He unbuttoned his shirt slowly. Too slowly, in my opinion, but I had to give the man credit for not rushing into things. No fumbling this time around. The wait did not disappoint. I might have glimpsed his muscled chest and impressive abs before, but now here they were for me to soak in. He was beautiful. No other word for it. When his hands moved to his belt, my mouth went dry. I’d never wanted a man the way I wanted Simon.

He continued to undress with practiced movements, his eyes staying on mine. When he stepped out of his trousers, he was left in nothing but black boxers. Boxers which hugged his trim waist and encased his erection quite nicely. He quickly rid himself of his socks, which I’d yet to see anyone do gracefully. Yet he managed the feat.

Hoping the boxers might be next in line to hit the floor, I fought my disappointment when instead he moved towards me. My disappointment was short lived once he kissed the inside of my ankle. He skimmed his hands up my calf and followed them with his lips.

“Oh, God.” This exquisite torture was almost too much. My body was tense, my breathing shallow as he took his infuriating time traveling up to my thigh. Jesus. I was shaking. Anticipating his mouth on the most intimate part of me. He continued to take his time. I snagged a pillow in order to prop up my head to get a better view. His broad shoulders between my thighs and his mouth inches from my pussy had me panting.

“Please,” I moaned. He was so close. The word slipped out before I could filter it. He drove me more insane by inhaling and then blowing warm breath over my clit.

“I rushed this last time. Now I’m planning to savor you.”

I wanted to shout, ‘fuck me,’ yet I also didn’t want to miss out on this slow seduction.

When his lips converged on my clit, my hips arched off the bed, a shot of pure fire hitting my body. His tongue ran languidly between my lips, flattening out on my most sensitive spot. But then something snapped. His hands hooked under my thighs, lifting my lower half higher, and he dove in like a man possessed. Gone were the patient strokes. In their place was primal and raw. Burning me up from the inside out and causing me to combust in moments. Yet he wasn’t done. His fingers added to the assault, curling up inside of me while his tongue concentrated on my engorged clit.

It was too much.

It wasn’t nearly enough.

I would die from this.

I’d never felt more alive.

Conflicting emotions swirled in my head as he brought me to orgasm again. My body spasmed, completely at his mercy and without an anchor. My hands found purchase on his bed sheets, but it wasn’t enough to prepare me for the magnitude of the second orgasm rolling over me. You’d think I would’ve been better equipped after the pleasure he’d given me earlier, but that memory was now faded, this one taking its place.

I finally came down, realizing the harsh sound of breath was my own. Good Lord. My throat was hoarse, my fingers ached from gripping the bed and—oops—also his hair. One of my hands remained tightly entangled there. “Sorry.”

He grinned up from between my legs. “Don’t be. You taste incredible. I’d been thinking about it all night, when I’d get the chance to eat your pussy again.”

He kissed my stomach then and worked his way up to my breasts, lavishing attention on both as if an earthquake hadn’t just happened. He was back to his slow, seductive pace.

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