Page 104 of Simon Says

Interesting. “Let me rephrase that, then. Have you had a climax with a man?”

“No.”

No hesitation there at all. “All right. But by yourself—”

“Do you want me to drown you, Simon?”

Because she couldn’t see him, he grinned. Her harsh voice sounded both excited and embarrassed. “I’d rather you didn’t.”

“Then stop trying to embarrass me.”

“Okay.” He flicked his thumbs over her. “Do you like this?”

She nodded.

“What about this?” Holding the weight of her breasts in his hands, he compressed her nipples with his thumbs.

“Yes.”

“You have a pretty belly.”

She cursed.

Simon said, “I’m going to put my hand inside your panties.”

Her shoulders tensed. “You don’t need permission, damn it.”

“I wasn’t asking, just letting you know.” Because he could tell it heightened her arousal for him to talk to her, and because he didn’t want to startle her, or rush her in any way. “Let me know if you don’t like it.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Simon felt the muscles in her thighs contract. Slowly, so slowly that it made him a little wild, too, he slipped his fingers into her panties. This time he wasn’t content just to touch her. He explored, parting her, sliding over her swollen lips, dipping his middle finger barely into her, then pressing in further.

“Oh, God.”

Near her ear, Simon whispered, “You feel so good. Hot and slick.” Making himself hot, he added in a growl, “I wish I could taste you.”

Her trembling increased, making Simon wonder.

“Has any man ever—”

“No.”

With his free arm, Simon hugged her. He could be first at something.Wouldbe first. And it thrilled him. “We’ll save that for another time, okay?”

She didn’t bother to answer.

“Two hands, honey.” He kept his finger pressed in her as far as he could go, and with his other hand, he found her little clitoris. She was swollen, distended, and he groaned low in his throat, ready to come regardless of what he’d told her.

With ultimate care and experience, he slipped his fingertips over her, again and again, his rhythm steady and easy and light. At the same time, he moved inside her, felt every tightening of her inner muscles, each new rush of warmth that bathed his hand.

Putting his mouth to the side of her throat, Simon sucked at her sensitive skin to give her a hickey. As the sensations built, Dakota moaned, went first boneless and then so taut that her back arched and her feet pressed hard against the floor of the hot tub.

He stayed with her, encouraging her with small sounds, murmuring to her—and finally he felt her coming.

His heart expanded as she locked her teeth and clenched her muscles. Her hips moved against him. She groaned, guttural, earthy, real sounds that echoed on the still air around them.

Simon held her close and relished the moment more than any other that he could recall. More than his first win or when he’d gotten a championship belt or…anything.

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