Kara’s eyes filled with tears. “You were gentle. And I wanted you, too. I just didn’t feel sexy. I want to feel like your woman again.”
“Fuck!” Simon’s curse exploded, the sound booming in the small space. Stepping back, he released her wrists and held her face between his hands, forcing her to look at him. “You are my woman. You never stopped being mine, and you’ll always be mine. Don’t you know that I can’t live without you, that you’ll always look beautiful to me? Christ. You accepted my damn scars. I don’t think you even see them when you look at me. Do you think it was easy for me not to lose it every time I was inside you? No matter how tired I am, every time I see you, my cock is hard. Every time I look at you, I want you. Every. Single. Fucking. Time.” His voice was low and vibrating with emotion.
Seeing the fierce possessiveness and adoration in his dark eyes, Kara’s tears started to fall.
I’m an idiot. Simon loves me. He’s always loved me. If I’d just talked to him, he would have reassured me.
Kara hadn’t ever seen Simon’s scars as something that made him unattractive. She’d only seen the pain they’d caused him, and it made her heart ache. To her, he was perfect. His strength, his capacity to still love after all he’d been through had been what made her fall in love with him in the first place. He never did anything on a small scale, and his single-minded goal of making her happy had touched her soul. He’d always said he was clueless when it came to romance, but the way he went way over the top with everything just to please her was one of his most endearing qualities. “You’re absolutely perfect,” she whispered, stroking back a lock of wayward hair on his forehead. “Beautiful.”
Simon shot her a wicked grin. “What happened to stubborn, bossy, and domineering?”
Oh, yeah. Her husband was a dominant, hardheaded alpha male, but she loved even those qualities. Most of the time! “I like that sometimes,” she told him in a fuck-me voice that made it abundantly clear where she really adored his bossiness.
“Don’t push me, woman. My patience is about shot,” he warned her.
Kara visibly flinched as the emergency phone rang in the elevator. It wasn’t the first time that had happened. She had fond memories of this particular elevator.
Simon snatched the phone, grumbling into the mouthpiece, “We’re fine. I’m looking for something. It could be a while. Don’t call again.” He hung up the phone with an audible slam, not even waiting for a response.
Kara moaned and slumped against the wall. “I can’t believe you just did that. Security will think we’re having crazy sex in the elevator.” She raised an eyebrow at him, her heart beginning to pulse heavily. “What could you be looking for that takes this long?”
Simon’s eyes turned dark and liquid. “My wife,” he replied dangerously, opening her jacket and tugging it down her arms. “It seems like I’ve waited forever to see her beautiful body again, to hear her scream my name while she’s coming around me. I can’t wait any longer,” he growled.
“Simon, we can’t do this here.” Her words held no conviction, her legs growing weak as her core clenched with need. Bossy, demanding Simon was back, and all she wanted to do was let him manhandle her, take her over with the passion she could see firing in his eyes.
“We are doing it here. Now,” he demanded.
The insistent command in his voice told her he was nearing the end of his control. Thank God!
He unzipped the back of her dress and pulled it over her head, and she heard him release a tortured groan as she lifted her arms so he could free her from the garment. It dropped to the floor, unnoticed.
“Jesus, woman. Are you trying to kill me?” he grunted, his eyes roaming covetously over her scantily clad body.
She was wearing red lingerie, with miniscule panties, thigh high stockings, and a lacy bra that was so thin, she knew he could see her hard, sensitive nipples. “I thought you liked my sexy lingerie,” she teased, feeling more comfortable as she saw the expression of rampant desire on his face.
“I fucking love it. But you know what it does to me.” Simon shot her a feral, carnal look.
Kara shivered as he ran his hands over her body, teasing her nipples through the flimsy fabric of her bra, and stroking his hands over her abdomen and hips. The desperate, rough touch of his fingers set her body on fire.
“You look even sexier now than you did before our daughter was born, and I didn’t think it was possible for me to want to fuck you any worse than I did then. But I do. It was hell trying to be quick and gentle all the time. I thought it was what you wanted. But I think you want it the same way I do right now. I think you need it to understand exactly how I feel.” His hands stroked over her hips and then cupped her ass, his fingers squeezing her flesh, and then using his grip to pull her body flush against his. “Your body still fits against mine like you were made for me. It’s mine, sweetheart. You’re mine,” he whispered in a graveled voice, his hot breath wafting over her ear. “You’re a fucking goddess. Don’t ever hide yourself from me again,” he demanded as he pulled her tighter against him.
Kara bit back a moan as she felt his engorged cock against her core through the material of his dress pants. “Never,” she agreed. She was ready to capitulate on anything he wanted if he’d just fuck her senseless. He was right. She did need it. She needed her Simon exactly as he was: raw, untamed, and completely out of control.
Taking his hands from her ass, he buried them in her hair and held her head in place as he covered her mouth with his in a kiss that was far from gentle. Kara relished it, fisting his hair as he devoured her mouth, branding her with the fire of his desperate embrace. He demanded, and she gave, opening to him as he explored the recesses of her mouth with his tongue boldly, greedily.
They both came out of the kiss panting and needy.
“Mine.” Simon’s tone was carnal, snapping her flimsy bra easily and letting it fall to the plush carpet soundlessly.
He cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs mercilessly. “These are so full and beautiful.” Simon lowered his head and latched onto one of the sensitive peaks, sucking it in, and then biting down hard enough to make the pleasure/pain sensation nearly unbearable.
Kara gripped the metal bar at her back to keep from falling, letting her head slump against the wall. “Oh, God. Simon. Please.”