His hands stilled on her breasts. “Only if I can have one as well. Something to be named at a time of my choosing.”
She nodded eagerly.
“What’s your request?”
She whimpered as his lips swept slowly over her shoulder. “I want to feel your skin against mine.”
His warmth left her and there was a popping sound before buttons skittered across the floor. The heated skin of his chest pressed against her back as his hands reclaimed her breasts. She moaned as he drew her in.
“Should I expect the same level of expediency when I put forth my request?”
Madelene laughed. “I’ll certainly do my best.”
He rolled her nipples gently between his fingers drawing a desperate hum up her throat. “Now are you going to let me taste these?”
She turned and he dropped to his knees, immediately drawing one deep into his mouth. She gasped. Somehow she’d forgotten how incredible it felt. His hands held her waist as he flicked his tongue over the sensitized peak sending flashes of sensation through her. Her head fell back and she panted.
Slowly, he forced her to move backwards until her legs met the side of his bed. He shifted his attention to her other nipple, driving her need to dizzying heights. “Simon.” Her voice was a breathless whisper.
His mouth left her breast and pressed a line of open-mouthed kisses across her stomach before he looked up at her. “Still yes?”
“Yes!” she said desperately.
“Sit down.”
Right now, she would do anything he asked of her. As she sat, his hands pressed her knees apart, spreading her open for him. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he stared. “Lie back. I need to taste you.”
Did that mean what she thought it meant? Before her back even met the blanket, his arms hooked around her thighs pulling them over his shoulders. The heat of them against her skin was nothing compared to the inferno that burst to life when his mouth engulfed her most sensitive flesh.
She called out, arching her back as pleasure surged through her. His strong arms gripped her thighs, pulling her back into place so he could feast. He groaned as if he’d been ravenous for her. Her body responded with a flash of need.
“Simon! I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing.”
He laughed, his breath fanning across her skin. He looked up at her from between her legs. “You’re not supposed to do anything except lie back and allow yourself to feel while I indulge my craving.”
His words alone sent her pleasure spiraling, but then his tongue was back. How were these breathtaking sensations even possible? Her body shook as her need for release grew. She whimpered and gripped the blankets in her fists, somehow desperate to get to her peak but also wanting to stay right in the middle of the maelstrom forever.
“Yes!” The word flew from her lips when his tongue found the perfect spot. Pleasure burst through her, like a raging river. She threw her head back and called out as wave after wave pummeled her. Her legs clamped around Simon’s head, and she was surely suffocating him, but she couldn't have stopped it even if she wanted to.
Slowly, the upheaval calmed. Her legs fell open and Simon pressed gentle kisses to the inside of her thigh. Her body twitched as pleasure continued to pulse through her.
After a few minutes, Simon stood, a satisfied smile on his face. He pulled back the blankets and helped her up to the top of the bed, taking in her body one more time before covering her.
“It’s a shame I can’t see the flush on your skin. I guess I’ll just have to do it again when there’s daylight.”
Only then did she realize it had grown dark.
This wasn’t good.
Madelene was asleep in his arms, and he was enjoying every second of it. Women didn’t sleep in his bed. On the rare occasion he had a woman there, they enjoyed themselves, and then they left. But he didn’t want Madelene to leave. She was incredible. When he’d told her to remove her clothes, he’d expected her to be shy while undressing for him. Instead, she’d put on a seductive show, making him want her in ways he never could have imagined.
Her eager willingness to try new things and to please him… and to trust him—somehow it always came back to that—was like an addiction. She was the one person on earth who truly knew him. He’d told her his darkest secrets, and still she trusted him.
He needed to work harder on finding somewhere for her to go. He was becoming far too attached to her, and pretty soon, he wouldn’t be able to let her go. But that wasn’t an option. This was not a safe place for her. He was not a safe place for her.
Tomorrow, he would make that his first priority. But for tonight, he was going to savor every second of holding her in his arms.
The next morning, Timms raised his brow as Simon walked into the office. “Are you going to tell me about her?”
