He gazed like a hungry dog at her beautiful body. Her rosy nipples were drawn tight, waiting for his mouth to tease them. Her slim waist flared at her hips. He wanted to grab her hips and delve into her softness. But he waited for her sign.
She closed the distance between them. Her fingers worked at the knot on his dressing gown. “This is being difficult.”
He brushed her hands away and unknotted the mess. The gown gaped open, revealing his hard cock. He moaned as her fingernails skimmed up the length of him. He closed his eyes until a warm, moist mouth replaced her fingers, drawing him in and out. Pleasure surged within him. Her tongue played with him, circling the top of his penis before sliding back down. He had to stop this now.
“Mia, stop,” he rasped.
As she continued to suckle him, her fingernails lightly scraped his sac almost sending him over the edge.
“Now,” he said. “I want to please you too.”
Slowly, she slid him out of her mouth. “As you wish.”
“You will pay for that,” he warned with a smile.
“I do hope so.”
He picked her up and plopped her on the edge of the bed with her legs dangling off. He leaned over and covered a nipple with his mouth. Feeling her squirm beneath him only surged the passion flowing through him. He moved to the other breast and circled around her areola until she moaned. With a smile, he suckled her nipple until her hips ground against his.
Instead of giving her what she wanted, he trailed hot kisses down her belly until he reached the apex of her legs. Spreading her folds, he found his target. As his tongue touched her, she started.
“Simon,” she moaned.
The pent-up desire he heard in her voice made him hungry for her. He tasted her, licked her and flicked his tongue against her until she shook from the pleasure of her orgasm. Finally, he entered her wetness. He brought her legs up against his chest so he filled her completely.
“Simon.”
He thrust in and out of her. Her fists clenched the coverlet as her inner muscles tightened around him. Feeling her start to quiver and shake, he let go too.
“Mia.”
“Oh, Simon, I love you,” she said in a husky tone.
Thrusting once more, he spilled his seed into her. The pleasure of their lovemaking overcame him. He pulled out of her and then moved them both up to the head of the bed. Drawing her to his chest, he caressed her soft brown hair.
Her fingers splayed across his chest, tangling with his chest hair. “I like your chest.”
He laughed softly. “I like yours too.”
“No, I mean the hard muscle and soft skin. Just the right amount of hair. Not too much and not bare.”
“Well, I’m glad to hear that.”
She went silent for a few minutes. At first he thought she might be sleeping but he could feel her biting her lower lip in worry.
“What’s wrong, Mia?”
“What are you going to do when you find Charlie?” she whispered.
“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “I’ve been thinking about that for days. First, I need to know if he was involved. Perhaps it was all a coincidence.”
She raised her head and stared down at him. “Do you really think so?”
“No,” he admitted. “Too many things don’t add up.”
“Are you going to hurt him?”
Could he hurt his brother? Unfortunately, he could if Charlie was as involved as Simon believed. “What do you want me to do if he hired Lambert?”