Page 132 of Simon Says

Pulling his mouth away, Simon tipped his head back against the shower wall and groaned. A split second later, he caught her wrists. “Sorry. I can’t take too much of that right now.”

Dakota stared into his dark brown eyes, inspired and excited. “What if I don’t want to stop?”

His eyes glittered beneath wet lashes. “I’ll come.”

“I don’t think that sounds so bad.” With their gazes locked, she pressed against his restrictive hold until he released her. Watching him, loving the strain in his face, she wrapped both hands around his jutting penis.

His breath caught.

Her breath caught, too.

The shower sprayed against them until her hair was soaked, streaming down her back. Steam rose around them. Dakota couldn’t recall ever feeling so connected to a man and what he wanted. It was…exhilarating.

“Relax for me, Simon. Let me enjoy you for a little while.”

Breathing harder, his nostrils flared and his body taut, Simon dropped his hands to his sides and braced his feet apart. “Have at it, sweetheart.”

A challenge? Slowly, Dakota smiled and let her gaze drift from his face down his body. “You are such a treat.” She leaned forward and opened her mouth over his chest, tasting his skin, breathing in the hot scent of him. And all the while, she held his flexing erection tight in her hands. She didn’t stroke him, not yet. She just held him.

Every so often he twitched, as if he couldn’t control himself.

Because she didn’t want to relinquish her hold on him, Dakota caressed and explored the rest of him with her mouth. His throat, his shoulders, his jaw. Simon turned his head and caught the kiss, taking over for a brief moment, kissing her long and deep. He didn’t raise his hands or in any way touch her, other than with his kiss.

It was so erotic that Dakota felt herself on the edge, too.

To put things back on track, she squeezed Simon. He tightened all over, giving up the kiss so he could lock his teeth against a harsh groan. Expecting to see his eyes closed, Dakota looked up at him.

He stared at her, and there was so much there in his dark gaze that she wanted to both cry and smile, and beg him to love her.

Instead, she slowly lowered herself to her knees, trailing her tongue along his heated flesh until she reached his navel. Her chin bumped the head of his cock and he jerked hard. She liked that reaction, and turned to rub her cheek against him.

Simon made a small sound, and his hands curled into fists. Teasing him, Dakota left a warm, wet trail of love bites along his hip bone. His scent was so much stronger here, drawing her, heightening her awareness.

It quickly became too much. Still holding him in both hands, she drew the head into her mouth and sucked.

Simon went rigid with a curse. His hand caught the back of her head, his fingers tangling hard in her hair. “Dakota. Baby, don’t.”

His response amplified her own. Awed by the silky texture of his flesh here, the way he swelled even more, grew harder and longer, she worked her tongue around him. A bead of fluid escaped, giving her his taste.

She loosened one hand from him so that she could stroke his thigh, feel the muscles so bunched and rigid. With the other hand, she stroked in counterpoint to the glide of her mouth over him.

Simon sank both hands into her hair and began guiding her. With each stroke his breath grew harsher, deeper.“Last chance,”he warned in a low growl, and he tried to draw her away.

Dakota wanted everything from him.

Giving up, he pulled her close, pushed himself into her mouth two more times, a third. And then he was coming, his moan rough and loud in the small shower, his body tensing in rhythm to his release until he was completely spent.

Feeling warm and soft, Dakota drew away and looked up the length of his gorgeous body. Eyes closed, head back, chest still billowing, Simon looked like a female fantasy. And for right now, he was all hers.

More than satisfied, Dakota licked her lips, then slowly stood and hugged herself to him. Simon managed to loop one arm around her, and again, he tangled his fingers in her wet hair. She indulged that quiet comfort for half a minute before she pushed away and made use of the soap while Simon barely opened his eyes.

“God, you are a sexy woman.”

Covered in lather, Dakota laughed. “Yeah, that’s me. A regular femme fatale.” Teasing him, feeling powerful, she licked her lips again. “You taste very good, Simon.”

His eyes narrowed. “And what about you, sweetheart?” He levered away from the shower wall and took the soap from her. “When do I get to taste you?”

Her heart started pumping double time. “Um…maybe after I’m clean and sitting down somewhere?”

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