Page 5 of Simon's Runaway Mate

The cocky bastard settled his weight over me, letting me feel the bulge of his cock right where my inner slut wanted it most. Any second, I was going to be mewling and rubbing against him like a bitch in heat. I ordered myself to get it together. I seemed to be doing that a lot around Simon.

“Stop.” My voice was weak, needy, and I sucked in a breath as I fought the desire growing within me. “Get off me, Simon.”

“No.”

Short, sweet, and to the point. And not what I wanted to hear.

“You can’t just say no. That’s not how this works. If I say stop, you stop. If I say move, you move.”

“No,” Simon repeated. “Not when I can smell how hot and wet you are for me. I can feel your body softening beneath me, ready to take me inside. You want me, Cecilia. There’s no need to say no.” His fingers caressed the spot where he’d bitten me. “You already belong to me.”

“Careful, Simon. You’re sounding a little caveman there. I don’t belong to anyone, and—”

“You belong to me.” He growled with each word, leaning closer until his mouth was pressed to mine. He nipped my bottom lip then dove inside on my gasp. We were going to have words about those teeth of his. Later. Much later.

I wrapped my hands around his neck, threading my fingers through his thick hair. God, Simon was beautiful. All that…gold. Golden brown hair. Golden tanned skin. And when he looked at me, his eyes were a shade of brown so light they appeared gold at times, too. What was I doing?

I broke the kiss and pushed at his shoulders until he took pity and allowed a few inches between us.

“What are we doing here?”

“Not enough,” he assured me.

“Do you really want to fuck on the pavement beside my Jeep at a roadside park?”

That got him moving. It also wiped the lust off his face and replaced it with one of utter disgust. He was on his feet and pulling me to him almost as quickly as I’d found myself on my back. He brushed his hands over my back and ass, giving my derriere a nice squeeze before guiding me to the passenger side of my car. I was seated with him behind the wheel before I could speak. I glanced toward the back seat where he’d tossed a bag. Why did he have a bag with him?

“What are you doing?”

“Heading home.”

“No,” I snapped, borrowing his favorite word from earlier. “I’m going home. To my home.”

“Your home is with me now. You belong to me.”

“I think you mean with you,” I corrected then shook my head. “Which is beside the point. I’m not going with you, Simon.”

He gave me a pointed look. “We need to talk, Cecilia.”

“Cici,” I corrected, realizing that I hadn’t the last time he’d said it. Of course, I hadn’t been expecting him. “And it’s a little late for that, isn’t it? Besides, I already know what I need to.”

That he was in love with another woman.

“Well, that makes one of us then,” Simon quipped then nodded. “We’ll go somewhere neutral.”

“Neutral?” What the hell did that mean?

He pulled out his phone and made a call. A short conversation later, he hung up, looking satisfied with himself. As if he sensed my confusion, he reached over and took my hand, threading his fingers with mine.

“You’re my mate. I can’t let you walk away.”

“I don’t even know what that means, Simon.” Well, I did, but I didn’t. If that made sense. Basically, I knew enough to know that I didn’t know anything.

“It means you can’t run from me. It makes me go insane. When I walked into that room and found you gone, I nearly lost my mind. Don’t do that again.”

“Does mating mean you think you can give me orders?”

“Yes, and I expect you to follow them.”

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