Page 31 of Weather the Storm
Simon looks down at me and smiles before capturing my lips in a scorching kiss. His tongue begs for entry, licking at the seam of my lips, and I immediately open, the contact making us both groan in pleasure.
Simon rolls to his back, somehow maneuvering us so that I’m now straddling him. Slowly, with his eyes never leaving mine, he rolls his hips, eliciting a strangled moan from me. “You like that?” he asks, sounding cocky but sincere all at once.
“So much,” I pant, desperate for more. Luckily, Simon doesn’t keep me waiting.
“You trust me?” There’s a vulnerability to his voice that makes me shiver. I nod, and he flips us so he’s hovering over me. “I want to see you.”
I gulp. My nerves war with my libido, but the sight of Simon poised above me, looking like the best thing that’s ever happened to me has me sitting up and pulling my borrowed shirt over my head.
“Oh, goddamn.” He bites his fist at the sight of my naked breasts. “So, so perfect,” he murmurs as he tests their weight in his hands. “I want to see all of you.”
I nod and he moves back, trailing his fingers down my sides as he goes until he reaches the seam of my panties. He hooks his fingers into them on each side and slowly drags them down my legs. He crawls back up my body and seals his lips to mine, drowning me with his kisses.
Simon slides his hand down my body, pausing to grip my hip before trailing down to my inner thigh. I gasp at the feeling of his hand so, so close to where I need him the most.
“Let me make you feel good?” His words are choppy, as if he’s barely able to restrain himself.
Nodding, I lift my hips.
“Need the words, Magnolia.”
“Yes, Simon, please—” The words have barely left my lips when I feel Simon shift his hand higher. “Wait!” My words stop him cold.
“What? Are you okay?” I expect him to be angry, but instead he sounds concerned.
“I-I’m fine. It’s…it’s just…I w-want to feel you too.”
Simon stares at me for a beat, and I’m so nervous he’ll reject me. When he moves off of me, I try my hardest not to let my emotions show, but then when he kicks off his sweats and underwear, I realize I read him wrong. He’s not rejecting me; he’s giving me everything he knows I need.
Once he’s situated back between my legs, he resumes kissing me like his life depends on it. I rock against him, desperate for friction, and Simon responds, lining us up just right.
“D-do you want me?” I ask, sounding small and nervous.
“So much,” he grits out.
“I’m yours, Simon.”
Simon reaches toward his nightstand and stops. “I don’t have any protection.”
I take a deep breath in then release it. “It’s okay. We’re okay. I…I can’t have kids.”
I’m almost expecting him to run from the room, but my Simon is full of surprises. “You trust me that much?”
“I really do,” I say as a single, solitary tear slips down my cheek.
Simon pushes into me so slowly it’s almost painful. My need for this man is painful. “So right. So, so right.” He breathes the words against my lips, his eyes never leaving mine.
Simon makes love to me with his body, his words, his eyes, and when we’re both sated and spent, he rolls to his side and pulls me into him. “You’re so damn perfect, Magnolia. I’m not sure I deserve you, but I swear to God, I’ll never stop trying to be good enough for you.”
Chapter Sixteen
SIMON
Twenty minutes later, and Magnolia and I are still wrapped in my comforter, wound up in one another. I drag the fingertips of my left hand up and down the column of her spine, the pads of my fingers just barely brushing her skin.
“You okay, Magnolia?”
She looks up at me, eyes shining with unshed tears.
