Page 40 of One More Round

Gah!I’m obsessing over a man’s hands and fingers and—Oh my God, I want to know what those fingers can do.

It’s got to be close to 2 a.m., if not past. My alarm is set for seven thirty. I need to go to sleep. Squeezing my eyes closed, I take a deep breath in and out. I try to relax and—hot damn! I want him so frigging much.

With another deep breath, I shift my head off his shoulder and angle toward the side of his face. I kiss him square on the jaw. Lingering just a moment, I press another, smaller kiss, and then another.

“Gia, what are you doing?” His voice is rougher than it was moments ago.

Stopping my assaults, I whisper into his skin, “I don’t know.”

I continue to slowly trail my kisses down his jaw and neck. Then I make my way back up behind his ear. Unable to reel myself in, I give his earlobe a quick lick, then a nip. I smile when I hear the hiss that comes from his lips.

“Gia,” he says, part question and part demand.

“Simon,” I reply.

I push myself up, so I’m propped up on my elbow, so I can continue my trail of kisses to the other side of his neck. After placing a soft kiss on his Adam's apple, I lightly drag my teeth across his skin. He turns his head into my neck to give me better access and I repeat the kiss, lick and nip to his other ear.

“Touch me, Simon,” I whisper when I’m done.

His hand reaches under and up my shirt. Finding my breast and squeezing. I moan and throw a leg over his, so I can get closer. I finally move to his mouth and we are a tangle of teeth, tongues, and moans. Our hands start to roam. Mine find their way under his shirt and then we break apart as his shirt comes off.

My God, his chest is a work of art. He’s always been in shape but holy mother of all things sexy, I could lick chocolate off this spectacular chest and die a happy woman.

I don’t know how long my hands stay preoccupied with all the hard planes of his chest, shoulders and arms, but eventually I move my hand to his pants. I skim a finger under his waistband and start my descent. My hand is almost to the goods when he grabs it and stops kissing me. He pants heavily.

“No, not tonight.”

I must let out a whine, because he adds, “You’ve had such a hard day. We can’t do this tonight.”

Jutting out my bottom lip I say, “You’ve had a hard night too, Si, let me take care of you.”

He chuckles and pulls my hand out of his pants and places it on top of his hard length.

“Yeah, and trust me, G, I want this too, but not tonight.”

I give him a squeeze before he lifts my hand and places it in the middle of his chest.

Argh.I want to cry at how badly I want him right now. I’m all keyed up and now he wants to stop. I must make another noise because his hand leaves mine and he tips my chin up to him.

“I’m sorry, I was unclear. We aren’t fucking tonight, Gia, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to take care of you.” Then he claims my mouth.

Holy shitballs.

Simon is a dirty talker. My “heat-o-meter” just hit the highest level with this new development.

He pushes me to my back as he leans over me, never breaking the kiss. The hand he used to stop my descent into his pants only moments before, now makes his own down mine.

My God, he has magic fingers. Those fingers turn me inside out in near record time before I find myself lying there, seeing all the stars and trying to catch my breath in the best possible way.

He lays his head in the middle of my chest, seeming as much out of breath as I am. I feel a chuckle rumble out of him.

“What?” I ask all breathy.

“You said I had magic fingers.” He looks up at me with his chin now resting where his forehead was. I feel myself blush and I’m sure he can see the glow of it through the dark.

“Maybe that, or I was just really, really close already once they finally got to work.”

“G, baby, my fingers make me a lot of money. Of course they’re magic.” As he says this, a devilish grin slides slowly across his face.

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