He pouted like an infant whose favorite toy had been taken away, but the curse that sprang from his mouth was anything but boyish.
“You need a coat.” he told her, his tone protective and demanding.
“I have one. I’ll grab it. And I’m sure Sam’s house is warm,” she mused quietly.
She went to her room, returning quickly to the kitchen with a black, tailored jacket in hand.
Simon held his hand out, pulling the jacket from her grasp. He held it out and she slipped her arms into the garment, appreciating the luxurious feel of the silk lining.
Turning her around, he did up the large buttons on the front, every single one of them.
He frowned. “Do you think that will be warm enough?”
“Yes. It’s fine. We only have to get in and out of the car. I probably wouldn’t have even worn a jacket if you hadn’t mentioned it.”
Kara sighed lightly as she pulled her hair from the jacket, surprised by her delight in Simon’s little gestures that made her feel cared-for. It had been so long since anyone had cared about her wellbeing that his actions were alluring and heady for a street-smart woman who had been so alone for so long.
“I’m still not sure I like you showing that much skin,” he grunted as she picked up her handbag and headed for the door.
Kara bit her lip as shivers ran down her spine. His sexy voice was so possessive, as though he were claiming her.
Don’t even think about it. He doesn’t mean anything by it.
“It’s not that sexy,” she told him wryly, wishing she were as irresistible as he made her feel.
“It’s way too sexy. Every man there will be thinking the same thing as I’m thinking,” he told her, his expression unhappy as he ushered her out the door and locked it.
She pushed the button with the down symbol for the elevator and turned to him. “And what is that?”
“That I want to f**k you,” he answered bluntly, his hand coming to rest at the small of her back.
Her breath hitched as the elevator bell rang, the doors swooshing open in front of them. Would she ever get used to Simon’s blunt remarks? Her cheeks flushed and her body was way too warm. Hot, actually. Extremely hot. “Simon!”
He shrugged as he entered the elevator behind her. “It’s true.”
“You’re terrible,” she admonished him in her best teacher-like voice.
“Oh, I can be bad. Very, very bad,” he told her in a seductive, low whisper, his hands trapping her against the elevator wall, one on each side of her head. “Kiss me and I might behave. For now.”
Kara looked up into his glowing eyes that presently resembled hot melted chocolate. Oh hell, she loved chocolate, so she did what any self-respecting chocolate lover would do.
She kissed him just as the elevator doors closed, locking them briefly in a silent little world all their own.
Chapter 5
Kara released a startled squeak as Simon’s hand reached out and slapped the stop button on the elevator. She’d been lost in his kiss, oblivious to the motion of the elevator as he kissed her into a coma. But the loud, smacking noise of his palm hitting the button and the lurch of the moving elevator car coming to an abrupt halt yanked her out of her alternate reality. Damn it.
“What in the hell are you wearing underneath this dress,” Simon growled against her lips as his wandering fingers stroked lightly over her ass.
“Stockings, panties.” She nipped at his bottom lip as she answered.
His hand reached for the hem of the short dress, lifting it and spinning her around. Momentarily confused, she let him.
“Christ. Those aren’t underwear. Your ass is showing.” His tone was low and husky, his hands exploring the supple cheeks of her exposed backside.
Her cheeks flushed as she remembered pulling on the tiny black thong and matching bra. The wardrobe that Simon’s assistant had purchased for her contained mostly racy lingerie. “You bought it. Matching sets. All very similar to this one.”
“It’s not that I don’t appreciate it.” He answered in a slow, sexy utterance as his fingers slid underneath the tiny back strap.
“I thought you said you were going to behave.” She answered breathlessly, her conscious mind slipping away as his fingers slid lower and lower.
“I lied. That was before I felt these panties and had to see them. Now I want to see the matched set.”
Oh, God. She groaned as he turned her to face him, his fingers nimbly unbuttoning her coat and dropping it on the plush carpet in the elevator.
“Simon, we’re in the elevator. We can’t do this here.” She replied with a combination of mortification and desire.
The zipper of her dress gave way under his searching hands and she could feel the light brush of his fingers down her spine as he pulled it down in one smooth jerk.
“Private elevator for the penthouse. It’s not like someone is waiting to use it.” His breath hitched as he exposed her upper body, letting the dress catch at her waist. “You’re so beautiful.”
She sucked in a trembling breath as he trailed a finger from her cheek, down her neck, and along the exposed swell of her br**sts over the top of the lacy bra. Heat pooled between her legs, soaking the tiny scrap of material between her thighs. His thumbs rubbed lightly over her thinly covered ni**les as his mouth lowered to trail over the hot flesh above them. His whiskers abraded her seductively as he licked, nipped and suckled, driving her half mad to have him inside of her.
“I can smell your need and it’s making my mouth water for a taste of you.” He lifted his head, his dark eyes appearing almost black with hunger.
His hand trailed down her quaking belly and underneath the dress pooled at her hips. She hissed as his blunt fingertips slipped beneath the saturated silk of her panties. Suddenly, she didn’t care if she was half naked in an elevator. All she wanted was Simon.
Knees weak, she steadied herself by putting her hands on his shoulders and took whatever he was offering. As he pulled his midnight gaze from hers and kissed his way down her taut stomach, she knew that what he was offering was pure bliss, and she wasn’t about to fight it.
He ripped the delicate material of her panties, pulling the garment forcefully from her body. Her naked pu**y tingled as it was exposed to the ambient air. She gripped Simon’s shoulders tightly as he dropped to his knees in front of her, the sight of his dark head dipping under the hem of her dress making her legs unsteady and her whole body shiver with hot need.
Scorching hands ran from her knees to the tops of her thighs, gliding smoothly over her thin stockings. She held her breath as his hot tongue explored the sensitive flesh of her thighs at the top of the lace before finally parting the folds of her pu**y slowly, exploring the flesh of the protective lips.