Page 133 of Simon Says

His smile did crazy things to her. “We’ll see.”

Turning her so that she faced the shower spray, he took over washing her. Taking his time lathering her breasts and belly in a diabolical way that soon had her squirming in need. “Simon…”

“My turn.” His soapy hands came back up to her nipples. The lather left her slippery so that his fingers slid over her, around her, pinching lightly, tugging at her.

“I’m not you, Simon.” So much sensation swelled inside her, she wanted, needed, to lie down. “I can’t do this standing up.”

His mouth touched her ear, and he whispered in challenge, “Wanna bet?”

Dakota tried to turn, but he held her secure with one arm. She really didn’t think she could take too much more, not with how much she wanted him already. “Simon, no.”

He went still. “Are you afraid of me, Dakota?” His arms hugged around her. “Does this position alarm you?”

She shook her head hard. “No, it’s not that.” Other than that one time after discussing Marvin with him, she’d never been distressed with Simon.

“Good.” He went back to teasing her.

“But I—”

His hand cupped over her mound. “Quiet down, Dakota. No talking. Just feel.”

Pressing her head back against his shoulder, she tried to do just that. He had one arm around her upper body, supporting her but leaving his hand free to toy with her breast. With his other hand, he fondled between her legs, exploring her. The soap washed away, but the water left their skin slick.

Simon said, “Hold your breasts for me.”

“What?” She didn’t understand him at all.

He took her hands and lifted them up to her breasts. “Right here, honey.”

Arms crisscrossed, she covered her own breasts. It wasn’t nearly as exciting as Simon’s touch.

“Now I have both hands free to play with you.” And that’s just what he did, slipping his fingers inside her while also exposing her small clitoris, rubbing lightly, rhythmically. It was wonderful—but it wasn’t quite enough and Dakota grew so frustrated that she wanted to scream.

Suddenly Simon said, “My turn now.” He eased her back against the shower wall and went to his knees.

Anxious for her release, Dakota groaned and braced herself. She clamped one hand on the towel bar, the other on his shoulder, and she moved her legs apart.

Simon ran his hands down the length of her body, from her breasts to her upper thighs. She felt his sudden hesitation and peered down to see him lightly touching the faded knife scar on her thigh. He looked higher, at the similar scar on her ribs.

Some strange emotion showed on his face, prompting Dakota to ask softly, “Do they bother you?”

“They infuriate me,” he whispered back. In the next instant, he leaned forward and gently kissed each sign of past violence. “You’re a remarkable woman, Dakota Dream.”

“I’m a horny woman.”

Laughing, he put his face against her belly and hugged her. “That’s it, honey. Make it easier on me.”

He continued to kiss her, down her stomach, lower. His fingers opened her more, and his mouth covered her and Dakota nearly shouted from the joy of it. The flick of his tongue, the heat of his mouth, the sheer awareness of Simon kissing and tasting her there, and she didn’t last more than a minute.

Helping to keep her upright, Simon caught her hips until the roiling climax eased and the ripples of release weakened. Easing her down until she sat in his lap, Simon held her.

He kissed her ear and said, “I’ll give you one minute to recover, and then we’re drying off and trying this in a bed.”

Dakota managed a chuckle. “A bed? How boring.”

“I want to be inside you, Dakota.” He tipped her head back so he could see her face. “I want to feel you squeezing me when you come.”

As he said it, she felt it, and desire sparked again. It amazed Dakota, but she wasn’t about to question it. She liked it too much. “Simon?”

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