Page 13 of Hers to Call
“Simon.” It was neither a yes, nor a no.
“I dare you to say yes, Calita.”
She shuddered as her finger brushed over her clit. Why was she saying no again? “Yes.” She whispered.
“I’m already out the door.” He rumbled.
Calita stared at the phone with a sense of disbelief. He had hung up on her and by his word was on his way over to the small hotel adjacent to the diner where she was staying. It took her all of about a minute to register that, before she scrambled off her bed. She ran to the restroom and yanked the scarf from her head and brushed her hair back until it gleamed, debating whether or not to leave it loose or pull it into a ponytail. She cursed herself ten minutes later as she tossed clothes around, trying to figure out what to wear. True to his word, a little over twenty minutes later Simon knocked softly on her door.
She opened the door and he stood there looking impossibly handsome in a pair of jeans molded to his thighs and a loose white t-shirt. A dark citrus scent wafted from him, his own hair wet as though he himself had just stepped from the shower. The scuffed boots on his feet just reinforced his rugged look and her breasts tingled and swelled in anticipation. A delicious ache invaded her body, reminding her of how long it had been since she’d had sex.
This was crazy.
She shouldn’t let this man into her room. He would play hell with her heart. Even knowing that, she stepped back and allowed him entrance.
Simon stared at her instead of coming in and grabbed her waist, pulling her closer. She peered down the hallway to be sure no one saw them. His warm hands burned through the thin material of the tank top she wore. He kissed her and her brain scrambled. Her knees went weak and her arms went up to his shoulders to brace herself. Simon walked her into the room, not breaking the kiss and shut the door with his foot.
Calita barely suppressed a moan as his hands roamed under her shirt. A jolt of electricity went through her everywhere he touched.
“Well, now, that’s how you welcome a man.” Simon smiled, arrogant from top of his head to soles of his scuffed boots.
She stepped back, breathless. The thought that, perhaps she was in over her head, popped up. “This isn’t a good idea, Simon.”
“I think it’s a great idea, Calita.” He leaned over and sucked on her neck.
All the reasons it was a bad idea flew from her mind. She moaned and arched her neck. His hand roamed under her tank top, caressing her back. The texture of his rough hands sent shivers across her skin. Calloused fingers brushed her stomach. Shyness had her holding his hands in place, keeping him from roaming too far up.
“Say yes, Cali,” he whispered, pulling her ear into his mouth.
Her knees went weak, and he gripped her tighter. It raised her respect for him that he didn’t assume because he was there, he would get sex.
“It’ll be so good.” He captured her lips, sipping from her mouth in sweet, drugging kisses.
God.She closed her eyes as the room spun. He cupped her breast, one finger caressing the nipple. He lifted her body and the cool wall against her back shocked her out of her stupor.
“Simon, wait.” Her chest heaved as she fought for breath, fought to get the desire under control.
He wrapped her leg around his waist and inserted his hips between her legs.
Sweet Mercy.
The feel of him at her center stole her breath. Moisture gathered, dampened her shorts, and her clit swelled, throbbed. He moved, lifted his hips, rubbing his erection against the nub once, twice. She closed her eyes and fought the orgasm starting to build.
“Do you really want me to wait?” He trailed kisses across her collarbone, skimming his fingers along her inner thigh.
She shook her head. No, she didn’t want to wait. She wanted him. God, she wanted him with a fervor that pushed all good sense aside.
“Say it aloud, baby. Tell me you want this so there’s no misunderstanding,” he coaxed, his hips grinding into hers.
She whimpered. Heat pooled low in her abdomen.
He chuckled. “Do you want me to stop, Cali?”
“No.” It came out in a hoarse whisper. She cleared her throat. “I want you.”
“Good girl.” He kissed her.
More to say he devoured her.
