She threaded her fingers through his hair and their eyes collided as she tipped his head back. Simon heart stuttered as he saw the hungry, passionate glow of her gaze.
Her lids lowered slowly as her mouth descended to his. Simon closed his eyes and moved one hand up to the back of her head, sighing as his fingers sifted through her silky mass of dark hair. She tasted like woman and need, and he responded with an uncontrolled desire that nearly pushed him over the edge. Her tongue teased his between little nibbles on his lips and it made him want more, need more. Putting pressure to the back of her head, he crushed her mouth to his, wanting to plunder and explore every inch of the sweet cavern. The hand on her waist slid to her ass, bringing her almost fully against him, making him groan into her mouth as their tongues dueled and tasted.
She was so responsive, so eager, that Simon lost himself to her in that moment, not caring if he was ever found. Kara. Kara. Her name pounded against his brain as he tried to consume her, own her. Feral possessiveness drove him as his marauding tongue swept into her mouth, over and over, sliding sensuously against hers.
She pulled her mouth away, panting as she buried her face in his neck. Simon could feel her hot breath against his ear as she delivered small licks and nips down the side of his neck.
“Kara, I’m not a saint.” Jesus Christ, he couldn’t take much more of this. His c**k was hard enough to pound nails and every instinct was screaming at him to take her.
“I want you, Simon. Desperately.” Her f**k-me-breathless voice saying those particular words made Simon groan, desperate to be inside of her. Still…
“Don’t do this out of gratitude,” he growled.
She pulled back to look at him, her eyes shining with need. “I would never do this out of gratitude. I’m tired of trying to fight this attraction between us, Simon. I want my one night. The one that you offered”
One night. Simon heart was thundering. “Total surrender?”
“I’m not sure what that means…but yes…total surrender. I know you would never hurt me.”
Her trust and faith in him nearly brought him to his knees. She had no idea what lay ahead, but she wanted him enough to agree to his request. He nuzzled her ear as he whispered harshly, “It means that I need control. I want to tie you to my bed, blindfold you and f**k you until neither of us is able to move.”
Simon felt her shiver in his arms, but she answered softly, “Then do it. Take me to bed, Simon.”
Barely able to believe she was in his arms and willing, Simon stood and carried her toward his bedroom, hoping he wasn’t in the middle of the best wet dream he had ever had.
Chapter 7
Kara trembled as Simon swept her up in his strong, muscular arms and cradled her gently against his powerful body. Had she really just told him to take her to bed and do anything he wanted to her? Yes…she had…and she was shaking with anticipation. What she had told him was true. She was tired of fighting her attraction to him, an attraction that was so much more than a tiny bit of chemistry. Drawn to him as she had never been to another man, the struggle was futile, the outcome inevitable. Her body burned to be taken by him, and only him.
A smart, street-wise woman should probably fight the temptation. But Kara had never been enticed by a man like Simon Hudson. He was an enigma, a mystery that she hadn’t yet solved. Gruff, abrupt, brilliant…but also considerate, kind, and every now and then she caught a vulnerability that made her want to hold him close and soothe his battered soul. Kara had no doubt that at some point in his life, Simon Hudson had been hurt. Badly! How could she resist the yearning she had for him? She had to have one night with him, one chance to experience true desire. If she didn’t grasp this opportunity, Kara knew she would regret it for the rest of her life. It was gut instinct, but she had grown up tough and had learned to go with her intuition.
It had been screaming at her tonight, beating at her to accept Simon’s earlier proposition, telling her that she should take the chance to experience a passion and desire unlike anything she had ever experienced before and that might never come along again.
She felt her feet hit the plush carpet in Simon’s bedroom as he lowered her slowly to the ground, their bodies sliding together until she found her footing. His expression was volatile, his eyes dark with hunger and desire as his mouth came down on hers. Raw need ripped through her and she tightened her arms around his neck as he plundered her mouth, pulling the clip from her hair and burying his fingers, pulling her mouth tighter against his. One hand came down and gripped her ass tightly, pulling her up and against his hard erection, making her moan into his mouth with her desire for him to be inside of her. She was already wet, ripe for his possession.
Needing some skin to skin contact, she reached for his shirt, desperate to touch his bare skin.
“No,” he barked as he ripped his mouth from hers and grasped her wrist.
“I just needed to touch you,” she panted, confused by his complete change of attitude.
“I need you naked. This has to go my way, Kara.” he told her quietly. “I told you what I wanted. I was completely serious.”
His voice was demanding, but Kara could hear a tinge of vulnerability in his statement. Wanting his possession more than she wanted her next breath, she stood back and pulled her t-shirt over her head. Popping open the button of her jeans, she lowered the zipper as she met his eyes with no shyness or hesitation. Shimmying out of the tight designer jeans, she let them drop to the floor, kicking out of them as they stopped at her ankles. She stood, her eyes never leaving his, in a very flimsy black, silk bra and matching thong.
“Holy Christ. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he breathed reverently as he cupped her cheek and let his finger slide slowly over her face and down the side of her neck, until he reached the swell of her br**sts, accentuated by the barely-there bra.
“It’s the expensive lingerie,” she told him softly, her breath hitching as he caressed the tops of her br**sts lightly, making her shiver with desire.
“It’s you,” he answered, his fingers reaching for the front clasp of the bra. It gave way easily, spilling her br**sts into his waiting hands. “You’re perfection.”
Kara shook her arms and the material dropped to the floor silently. She hissed as his hands roamed over her body, cupping the tender flesh of her br**sts, his thumbs teasing her sensitive ni**les. His fingers branded, leaving trails of heat wherever he touched.