No, this was her turn. Her panties fell to the floor.
His nostrils widened, just a bit.
“You’ve got too many clothes on,” she told him.
He jerked off his shirt.
“Nice start.” Her gaze darted to his jeans. “But I’d like to see more.”
He held out his hand. She so didn’t need a second invitation. Dee climbed onto the bed. Onto him. Straddled him. Her fingers trailed down his chest. Tight, strong muscles. A few scars, faint white lines of raised flesh.
Dee hesitated at the sight, all too aware of the marks on her own body. She wasn’t perfect, not by a long shot. Especially not after that last tangle with the wolf.
But to her, Simon was perfect. The marks just meant he was a fighter. A survivor.
Like me.
As she stared at that expanse of muscled flesh, Dee realized she’d never seen a man look so good or feel so right. She bent and licked one taut brown nipple.
His breath hissed out.
He liked that. Good. She used her teeth on him. A little nip. Nothing too hard, she didn’t want to—
Bite.
The whisper, almost a command, slipped through her mind and Dee jerked back.
Simon stared at her, eyes so intense. She shook her head.
His fingers rose, cradled her br**sts. “You’re so beautiful.”
Lust could make men so blind.
Dee managed to unsnap his jeans. Being careful, though, because she didn’t want to jar the bandage she’d placed on his—
“Don’t go easy with me, babe.” He pushed up. “Trust me, I can take anything you’ve got.”
They’d see about that. His zipper came down with a hiss. No underwear. Her kind of man.
His c**k was long and thick, bulging up toward her. The tip was dark, round, and smooth to the touch. She eased back, sliding her bare legs down his jean-clad thighs.
“Dee—”
Her turn.
Her mouth closed over his cock. Her tongue licked the broad head, tasted the saltiness of his flesh.
“Fuck me.”
She would. Eventually.
Dee took his length into her mouth. Looked up at him and saw his narrowed eyes, his clenched jaw, and the naked need on his face.
Just the way she wanted him.
Her tongue and lips teased. Took. Her cheeks hollowed as she worked his length.
She liked his taste. Liked the feel of his flesh and the jerks of his breath and—
His hand curled under her chin. “Can’t…not much longer…”
One more lick, to prove that she’d do what she wanted. Then, one more because what she wanted was him.
“Dee!”
A caress with her lips, then she freed his flesh. But she still tasted him on her tongue. “Why should you get all the fun?”
In a flash, he flew forward, and Dee found herself flat on her back, near the edge of the bed. His mouth was on her breast. Sucking, licking, tasting, and taking.
Okay, so this was…damn…fun.
His fingers pushed between her thighs. Stroked her sex, thumbed her clit.
“So wet,” he muttered, sending that lust-filled stare her way. “You’re gonna feel fantastic.”
So would he. Her teeth clenched and her heels dug into the bed. A few more strokes and she’d be coming. Just a few more.
A strong finger drove into her.
Dee bit her bottom lip.
“No!” He glared down at her. “Not this time. I want to hear every sound you make. Every sound.”
Her mouth dried. No holding back. She always held back. Pushed her partner, but kept her own control as she—
“I want everything.” Two fingers. “And I’m gonna have everything.”
Her head fell back. So she’d come this way first, fine with her. The second time, he could be inside, he could—
“No, babe.”
Her gaze snapped to him.
“Not without me.”
He shoved a hand into the back pocket of his jeans. Pulled out a small foil packet.
She loved a man who was prepared.
Of course, she’d also picked up some condoms at that rundown gas station. Just in case.
Because she liked to be prepared, too.
He ripped the foil with his teeth. Rolled the protection down his thick length.
Then he pushed her thighs apart. Wider. He stared at her flesh. “Beautiful.”
Simon drove into her, thrusting his c**k balls deep into her sex.
She let her moan out, full and loud, because he felt great. And because she wouldn’t hold back, not with him. Her nails dug into his arms.
He withdrew. Thrust deep. Again. Again.
“Harder.” The coil within her tightened. Release—so close. So close.
Sweat slickened their bodies. Her hips rose to meet the plunge of his body. Faster. Stronger.
He stretched her, drove deep and had her shuddering for more.
Pleasure, that sweet release, was temptingly near.
Her legs curled around him. He pressed a hard kiss against her lips. His tongue thrust into her mouth.
Her sex quivered around him—that full, hard cock, driving so deep.
His head lifted. His teeth were clenched. Eyes glittering.
His neck was close to her. The strong curve of his shoulder. Close enough to—
Bite.
Her teeth snapped together. What the hell? Not during sex, she’d never wanted to—
His c**k eased back, almost to the entrance of her straining sex.
She flattened her hands against his chest. Push away. Fight the—
His hot flesh slammed into her.
She came, screaming, “Simon!” Her muscles clenched as the white-hot wave crested. Her sex rippled around him, contracting as the pleasure blasted her.
“Better,” he growled and his fingers dug into her hips. He lifted her up, arching her toward him and thrusting fast and deep. “So much better.”
He bent toward her, pressing his lips against her neck. Tasting and licking her flesh. The muscles in his arms bunched. So much power there, so much strength.
He came on a long shudder, pumping out his release.
Her sex throbbed around him, the aftershocks of pleasure reverberating through her core.
Dee sucked in a breath. Then another one. She licked desert-dry lips.
His tongue skated over her neck.
She shivered. Nice.
His hold tightened around her as the sound of her drumming heartbeat filled her ears.
Oh, yeah, she’d known it would be that good. When a guy oozed sex like Simon, a good time was pretty much guaranteed.
Her hands skimmed down his back, and Dee realized that his muscles were locked tight. “Simon?” He’d come, she knew he had.
His lips pressed against her neck once more. A bit harder this time, then his head rose. His eyes were such a turbulent gray. Stormy.