Freedom (Billionaire Secrets 2)

A soft cry escaped her throat as he held her. She was crying. He didn’t need to see her tears to know that.

Her shoulders heaved, and she pulled out of his arms. “I’m sorry.”

His hands lifted to brush the tears from her cheeks and she offered him a shaky smile in response.

When she looked at him like that, he almost trusted her again. Right now, it didn’t matter if her pain was real or fake. He’d do anything to make it go away.

“Kiss me, Simon,” she urged softly.

Maybe her tears had been a seduction tactic. Maybe they were real. It didn’t matter. His desire for her was overriding his distrust. He had to have her again. Had to.

His mouth captured hers, the sweet taste of her lips mixing with the salt of her tears. Her mouth gave way and he slipped his tongue past her lips. Gathering her in his arms he gently tipped her back, angling her for better access.

A low moan sounded in her throat and her arms wrapped around his shoulders. His tongue collided with hers, sparking a savage heat between them that he had no intention of ever putting out.

Simon’s grip on her tightened, and their bodies were so close together he could feel the soft swell of her breasts against his chest. He groaned, certain she could feel his erection because he was aching for her. Aching to be inside her.

He swirled his tongue into her mouth, priming her for what he wanted to do to her next.

When she tore her lips away from him to break the kiss, disappointment seized him. But then, she reached her hand into her handbag on the coffee table and pulled out a condom.

She licked her lips, pink and swollen from their kissing. Her chest was rising and falling as she let out ragged breath after ragged breath. A blush bloomed in her cheeks and Simon knew that, on some level, this was real for her. It was possible she didn’t have feelings for him, but her arousal was as real as his.

“Do you want to go to the bedroom?” he asked.

“No.” She shook her head, those hazel eyes seducing him. “I want you here.”

Heather might have been a wallflower, but when it came to sex she never held back, no matter how shy she was or was pretending to be.

Her hands pressed against his chest and pushed him down on the sofa. Then she reached down to unbuckle his belt and unzipped his pants. He was rock-hard, and he should probably have gotten out of his clothes, but when Heather sheathed him with the condom he knew that if he wasn’t inside her soon he would explode.

She got to her feet, reached up under her skirt and tugged down her panties, the lacy red fabric sliding down her long legs until they hit the floor.

Damn. His chest went tight at the provocative sight.

Her full lips curved up into a seductive smile and all the sadness that had welled up inside her had vanished. Stark want and need had replaced her tears. Her eyes were glowing with desire, and in this moment Simon didn’t care why he was seducing him. All that mattered was that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Damn the reasons. Damn the consequences. Being inside her was the only thing that could prevent him from losing his mind.

Heather slowly lifted her skirt, until the hem stopped just above the top of her black stockings. His heart slammed in his chest as he glimpsed a hint of the creamy skin of her thighs.

“Come here,” he commanded.

She did as he told her, lowering herself down onto the sofa until she was straddling him.

Her hand slid down the shaft of his erection and he groaned loudly. Having her wield him like this felt so good, but he needed more. Much more.

His hands gripped her supple thighs, and he looked up at her. Those hazel eyes of hers were now the color of fire. A raging inferno of lust and need. Gone was the shy wallflower. She had been replaced by the passionate, wild Heather that only he had ever been allowed to see.

“Ready for me?” she breathed.

“You know I am,” he choked out.

She lowered herself down onto him, taking him into her slippery depths. She was so wet and warm. Her body’s response to him showed him that at least that part was real. Her arousal was just as real as his. Pleasure crashed through him like an electric shock. He groaned as she started to slide up and down his shaft.

Her gaze locked onto his and she didn’t look away as she moved herself up and then back down, taking his entire length inside her.