Page 172 of Champagne Fizz

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KENDALL

My skin is tacky with perspiration and there are rose petals clinging to my hips. There isn’t a more captivating sight in the world than Simon Callahan shirtless and sliding his pants, and then his boxers, down his muscular legs.

Forget Superman.

Forget Greek Gods in unscrupulous poses.

Simon Callahan naked and aroused will forever be my weakness.

My mouth drops open and the sound that comes from my throat is so vile I want to die, only Simon touches himself and smiles.

Heat pounds between my legs.

I close my eyes as my hips twitch, pressing my thighs together, but it doesn’t stop the shuddering. My moans fill the room, and at the foot of the bed, I feel Simon’s hand on my ankle, stroking my skin. I want to apologize, but that hand is saying he’s patient, and there’s nothing more beautiful than watching me orgasm—especially from the sight of his body.

I sneak a look at him as this wave of heat subsides, and he’s crouched behind the bottom of the bed and cupping my ankles. He’s only visible from his shoulders up, staring at me adoringly.

“How can you be so perfect?” I complain.

“Because I love you,” he replies.

“You realize I just orgasmed from seeing you naked!”

“Uh-huh,” he nods, like that’s a notch on his bedpost he’s never going to get tired of.

“I’m embarrassed.”

“I’m turned on,” he counters with a sexy smile as his fingers knead my calves.

“I know. I saw!”

“You’ve seen me hard before,” Simon says calmly, and I swear he’s trying to normalize this.

“Yes,” I agree. “But this is…”

“Different?”

“Yes,” I admit, breathless. “Oral sex is hot, and I love it, but it’s also safe. You know? When we do that, I know that’s all that’s happening. But this time—seeing you naked—when I actually—”

My eyes cut to him and he’s smiling. God, if he isn’t the most gorgeous and beautiful and understanding human being on the planet! He makes me all kinds of brave, so I take a deep breath, and I just say it.

“It’s different when I want you inside me.”

He kisses the side of my foot and nods like he feels that tension just as acutely. “I’m scared too,” he admits, and something in my chest squeezes so tight I can’t breathe.

I shake my head and make a joke. “Your cock says differently.”

“And you orgasmed just from looking at it,” he tosses back.

“Touché.”

The mattress of the bed rocks, and a moment later Simon is lying next to me on his front—naked, gorgeous, with that incredible backside on view. But he doesn’t touch me, he just lies there quietly.

“Do you want to take a break?” he asks, and I shake my head.

“No. Can we just—” I roll him onto his side so we’re facing. “Can we just hold each other for a minute?”

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