Just the thought of her earlier words, telling him to kiss her, reignited his desire. His cock hardened and pressed against her stomach. Zoe glanced down between them and then looked up at him, eyebrow raised. "Simon didn't say anything aboutthat."
He laughed, hard enough to jostle her, and rolled to his back, bringing her with him until she straddled his hips and his cock stood up just in front of her neatly-groomed slit. "Well, Simon says this is the best idea he's had all week."
Zoe chewed her lip in that adorable uncertain way she had, and her soft hand tentatively gripped his base. She stroked him once, then again, and Simon groaned, his hips lifting in response. She studied him and Simon wanted to immediately roll them back over so he could plunge into her welcoming warmth. But he waited, holding his breath.
Zoe lifted herself up and wobbled, almost fell off him entirely, and flushed. "I haven't done it this way before."
And again he almost reversed their positions in a desperate need to have her. To take her. Waiting to feel her surrounding him, gripping him, drawing him in was pure torture. Pure agony. But he concentrated on her as he petted her stomach, teasing her center until her head fell back and she made indecent noises. They had plenty of time. He couldn't rush this. Couldn't rush her.
Simon gripped her thighs and helped guide her. "Just like this." He gritted his teeth as the head of his cock slid against her center and Zoe moaned, and Simon held back even though he wanted to impale her. She sank slowly down on his length and he couldn't take it, lifting his hips to meet her until she gasped and gripped his shoulders for balance.
She stared down at him in surprise, green eyes wide, and gave a tentative rock of her hips. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened, and she sighed. Did it again. And again. Simon was lost. Utterly lost. He lay back as her fingers dug into his shoulders and she moved faster, deeper, wilder.
If heaven existed, this was it.
12
ZOE
Zoe didn't know she could feel like that. Didn't believe anything she'd read that every part of her could vibrate with need, could ache to feel him moving inside her, until it felt like she would explode. Until she did explode — stars filled her vision as she ground down on him, using him to push herself past that edge of pure bliss until she seized up. Froze, completely helpless.
Her nails left bloody crescents in his skin but Simon didn't seem to mind. She collapsed on top of him, sweaty and shaking and at his mercy. He remained inside her, and it even felt like his cock grew as her muscles clutched him deeper. Simon made a grumbled hungry sound as he stroked her back and down to her butt, teasing the backs of her thighs and down to where their bodies met until she twitched. Aftershocks of her climax rolled through her and tried to drag him closer, and she started to sit back.
His arm looped around her back to keep her breasts crushed to his chest, and Simon nibbled on her shoulder. "Where are you going?"
"Don't you want to — you know? Finish up?" Heat flushed her cheeks and she felt like an idiot.
Simon chuckled and squeezed the soft area where her thigh and butt met, and Zoe rocked forward once more as she groaned. It felt so good her brain short-circuited and she couldn't think. Could barely breathe. He kneaded her butt to encourage her, so Zoe remained sprawled across his chest as his hips moved and she moved, and in a matter of heartbeats she climaxed again. Cried out and drove herself down on him as he filled every inch of her. Simon thrust up at her in short little jerks, driving through her spasming channel, until his arms locked around her and he groaned. She barely noticed as he grunted and slowed to a gentle rocking, as his body softened and slipped from hers.
Her breathing slowed until she wasn't panting like a desperate fool, and Zoe closed her eyes. She knew she probably should slide off of him, but he was like sleeping on a furnace. And the steady drumming of his heart felt like home. She sighed and closed her eyes, pressed her forehead against his neck until the beard tickled her cheek. He smelled like her lavender body wash, an incongruity that made her giggle. He'd used her soap.
Simon kissed her shoulder and smiled, though his eyes remained closed. "What's so funny?"
"You smell like flowers."
"Good." He held her tight and made exaggerated snuffling noises against her skin and hair, until Zoe laughed and squirmed. "So do you."
"Silly bear," she said, drowsy and sated and warm. She felt — content. For the first time maybe ever. She didn't want to lose that. Didn't want to lose him. She pushed away worry over what would happen in a month, if the feds got her files and wanted to prosecute Castellano. There was always the chance they would send her into hiding to protect her. MaybeSimon could go with her. Or maybe she could hide with him. A grizzly bear would be more than a match for Castellano. She pushed the thought away and slid her hands under his shoulders until she could tangle her fingers in his hair.
Even his snoring sounded more like a purr, and she drifted off to sleep with the rattle of it in her ears.
She woke at least once in the afternoon or night, confused about where she was and why there was a snoring mountain next to her, but as soon as she moved, Simon woke up to sleepily interrogate her on whether she was cold or hungry or uncomfortable. When she managed to stutter she felt cold, he immediately pulled her close. Which meant, of course, that he squeezed her butt and just as immediately grew hard again. Zoe would have laughed at him — clearly an ass man — but he kissed her and rolled her under him and everything else in the world disappeared. After they'd both finished, he yawned, patted her butt, and muttered something about "Simon says go back to sleep." So she did, still smiling.
The next time she woke because Simon got up, extracting himself from the nest of blankets and sheets and her, and he paused to kiss her forehead. "It's seven. Time to get up."
Zoe pulled the blankets over her head but had to admit she was wide awake. Considering they'd slept almost two days straight, she could make an exception for getting up that early. She winced as she sat up and wiggled out of bed, all her muscles sore from the unfamiliar exertion. Zoe flushed as she wobbled into the bathroom to shower and get ready, particularly as she heard Simon practically whistling and singing in the bedroom. But she smiled as she lathered up with her lavender soap and knew that Simon smelled like her.
He'd dressed already in jeans and a sweater, but waited as she crept out of the bathroom in a towel. Simon grinned, kissing her quickly before tilting his head at the door. "I haveto head down to greet the guests, Cooper just drove up. Breakfast is ready when you are."
Zoe wondered if she would always blush around him, if every time she watched him smile she would think of his mouth against her skin. She cleared her throat before her imagination got too out of control, and flapped her hand at the pile of clothes spilling out of her suitcase. "I'll be down in a minute."
Simon winked, patted her butt one more time, and went whistling out the door. Zoe slapped her forehead and flopped back onto the bed. She still couldn't believe she'd slept with him. It felt so natural, so right, and yet... completely unlike her. Totally unlike her. She stared at the ceiling, trying to think. Simon mentioned her bear might influence her actions, her thoughts, for a while. Maybe the bear gave her the confidence to walk up to him and start unbuckling his belt.
Zoe groaned and lurched upright, toweling furiously at her hair. It had to be the bear. Just the thought of sauntering up to Simon and saying something about "Simon says kiss me" made her guts quake and her cheeks burn. She didn't think she could do it again if someone offered her a billion dollars. And to just pull off his clothes!
She shook her head and dug through her suitcase for something that might match and didn't make her look like a teenager. Zoe dawdled as she pulled her hair back in a ponytail and laced her tennis shoes, but eventually she eased the door open and peeked into the hall. Nothing. The great room in the lodge looked empty, so she braved the stairs and found Ethan in the kitchen.
He shook muffins out of a pan, offering her one as he raised an eyebrow. "You feeling better?"
