Page 93 of The One I Hate
His intensity doesn’t settle once we get inside. Our hands and mouths are all over each other as we clumsily walk down the hallinto my bedroom. He starts to pull my shirt up as my knees hit the bed, making me fall and bringing Simon with me.
Which is when I notice that my room is full of the afternoon sunlight.
Normally I love the natural light of this room when I push my black out curtains to the side. Right now? Not so much.
“Bug?”
Shit. I hoped the inside thoughts would stay inside.
“Yeah?”
“What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“Nothing.”
“Nope. We’re not going to lie. Talk to me.”
I throw my head back, hating that I gave this away with my body language and now I have to say it out loud. “Let’s just say that I had more confidence ten minutes ago than I do now.”
I hate sounding like the whiny big girl. And most days I can fight off the negative thoughts. I wouldn’t say I love my body all the time, but I’ve come to accept it. I am who I am, extra pounds and all. Some days I’m more confident than others.
Today is apparently not one of those days.
He rests his head on one hand, his free hand beginning to trace circles on my stomach—also known as the part I wish he’d ignore.
“Am I still fighting away the little boys?” Simon repositions himself on his knees, my legs now under him and encased by his muscular thighs. “Did I not show you enough the night we made Little Bug how much I wanted you? Because if I didn’t, I apologize. That’s on me.”
“It’s not that. It’s just…I was too drunk to think about it.”
“Ah, the liquid courage.” His hands slowly start moving up the sides of my torso, bringing my shirt over my head. As soon as my stomach is exposed, my hands reflexively cover myself, feebly trying to hide it.
“Nope. Not going to work.” He takes my hands and pins them over my head while dropping a kiss on my nose. “I know you don’t think words mean much. So I could sit here all day and tell you how beautiful I think you are. How utterly perfect every inch of you is. How you walk into a room and you take my breath away. But I know words are shit.”
This makes me smile through the threatening tears. “Something like that.”
“Would you believe me if I showed you?”
What is this man saying? “And how would you do that?”
There’s a wicked smile on my face that hits me in my gut. “You just lay back and relax. Leave all the work to me.”
His fingers gently brush down the sides of my arms before wrapping under my back so he can bring me up to him. He begins kissing me with a sensual passion I don’t think I’ve ever felt as he unhooks my bra and tosses it to the side. His mouth starts moving across my cheek, down my neck and shoulder, before placing gentle kisses all the way down my arm. When he gets to my fingers, he brings them to his mouth, kissing each tip before a lingering one on the top of my hand.
“So beautiful.” His mouth is moving back up my arm as he slowly lowers me back down. I do my best to relax and focus on Simon’s expert mouth, which is easier than I thought it would be. Then again, Simon is making sure every centimeter of my skin is touched right now. I feel him everywhere, in the best way.
Just as I’m relaxing into his touch, my body jerks as his tongue laps one of my peaked nipples. Wow…wasn’t expecting that.
I almost forgot how much I enjoyed the feeling of his mouth on my breasts. Yes, I remember what it felt like from our night together. But with a clear head? And pregnant? Somehow it’s better.
So much better…
I’ve never had my brain and body fight control like this. My head is telling me to think every negative thought about my body I’ve ever had. My body—fueled pregnancy hormones and Simon’s wicked tongue—want him to just fuck me already.
Talk about an angel and the devil on each shoulder…
“I can hear your thoughts, and they’re interrupting me during my favorite part,” he says, though he never fully takes his mouth off my breast.
I can’t help but smile as Simon’s words somehow relax me. The man is a conundrum. In some ways he’s intense and put together. Always dressed for the party, normally in a suit, and commanding authority. Seeing him this week around the restaurant, bossing people around, I quickly learned that when it comes to business, this man doesn’t play.
