His Secret Temptation

Oh, how she wanted this. To be naked on the bed with Simon inside her, driving her mad with desire. She wanted answers to the conflicting emotions tearing her apart. She wanted to stay in Savannah, live in that gorgeous house on Charlton and have a future with the man who was currently rocking her body and her world.

“I want you.” She didn’t even know she’d said the words until Simon deepened his kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, a prelude to his body’s complete possession of hers.

The sound of her zipper could scarcely be heard over the rush of their combined breaths, but Caroline felt her slacks slide off her hips. He skimmed his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties, but left them in place and caressed upward instead, grazing her stomach with his thumbs, making her muscles jump evocatively.

“You are so incredibly gorgeous,” he murmured. He caressed her skin, sliding his hands around her waist with reverent attentiveness. Cupping her buttocks, he kneaded her flesh.

Shock waves spread out from her core. Caroline gasped as pleasure heated the place between her thighs that craved his attention. But he had started this sweet torture and seemed in no rush to finish it.

Beneath her cardigan of poinsettia red she wore a matching red camisole. Her nipples hardened in anticipation of that silk moving against her skin as Simon stripped the sweater off her shoulders. He took his time, fingers gliding over her rib cage, skidding past her breasts, circling but coming nowhere near where she wanted them.

In the end she pulled off her own clothes, tossing them aside roughly and set to work on Simon’s. Catching her impatience, he pushed aside her fumbling hands and freed his own buttons, removed pants, shoes, socks and underwear. At last he stood naked before her, shaking as her fingers discovered his shoulders, chest and at last his nipples before venturing lower. He stopped her before she could get below his navel and carried her hands to his lips for a hard kiss.

“I’m going to make love to you properly in a bed this time,” he told her, leading her around the bed and stripping the covers back with a sharp snap of his arm. “No more floors or showers for you until I’m convinced you can be conventional.” His wolfish grin didn’t match the serious intensity of his eyes.

“How conventional?” she demanded, using her body to push him backward onto the mattress.

They bounced once before he rolled her beneath him, taking away her advantage of surprise. Their legs tangled. His erection pressed against her belly. She rotated her hips, pressing her most sensitive part against him in an effort to soothe the ache he’d started. He plunged his tongue deep inside her mouth, took her breast firmly in his hand and let her gyrate against him. Her breath came in gasps as she rose higher and higher. Mindless noises rumbled in her throat as her thighs gripped him. It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. She needed him inside her, riding this rising tide of passion with her.

“Make love to me, Simon,” she pleaded, her fingers digging into his shoulder. “I need you with me.”

“Soon enough.”

With those enigmatic words, he slid his mouth down her neck to her breasts, pulling one taut nipple between his lips, rolling his tongue around and around. He gently used the edge of his teeth and her hips bucked urgently. Her head thrashed from side to side as the pulse between her thighs pounded harder, insisting that she needed him hot and hard deep inside her. He was her master, manipulating her body at his will and she was his helpless slave. Driving her wild seemed to be his only aim as he moved farther down her body, dipping his tongue into her navel.

He kept going until he settled between her thighs. At the first flick of his tongue against her, Caroline’s eyes flew open. The sight of his bright blue eyes shining with devilish delight mesmerized her as did the sight of his tongue dipping into her core. She almost came then, but he seemed to sense she was close because he left where she wanted him most to nip at the inside of her thigh.

“Simon, please.”

Every muscle in her body clenched as he put his mouth on her once again, but he didn’t let her slide into oblivion. Caroline lost count of how many times he took her to the edge before he pushed her right over. She was so overwhelmed by the time the first shudders began she had barely enough breath to cry out his name. Yet cry she did, a fragile, evocative sound that ripped first from her heart and then from her throat.

* * *

Simon felt wildly powerful as Caroline surged and trembled beneath him. Knowing that he had brought her to this intense orgasm filled him with satisfaction beyond anything he had ever known. The room had grown dim as the afternoon waned. Before the sun reemerged he intended to demonstrate that she belonged to him, completely, irrevocably, forever.

He slid back up her body until he was positioned at her entrance. He shifted forward and plunged into her, groaning as he sank in. She was so wet, yet so tight it was all he could do to hold himself still long enough for her to adjust. He felt her inner muscles clench around him as her feet shifted on the mattress and her hips lifted to take him deeper.

He wanted to tell her how good she felt, how hot and wonderful, but he lost the breath for words as she began to move, her urgent cries driving him onward. He withdrew and plunged deep again and again. She caught his rhythm and matched it. Her hands were in his hair, on his shoulders. Her nails dug into his back. An orgasm so strong he thought it might rip him apart started in his groin and spread outward. He slid a hand between them to find the most sensitive part of her. He scarcely touched her before her body arched against his, shaking with the power of her release. With her name torn from his lips and his breath ripped from his body, Simon slid into a heavenly oblivion.

When his mind floated back to join his body, Simon felt fingertips grazing up and down his spine. Caroline’s inner muscles pulsed around his shaft, wringing a mild jolt of pleasure from his groin. Shocking really when he didn’t think he could move anytime soon, much less do that again.

He shifted his weight off her and gathered her against his chest, tangling their legs to keep her close. His lips found hers and their breath blended. He brushed sweat-dampened hair away from her cheeks. His gaze traced her delicate features, appreciated her beauty. But even as he smiled in contentment, he saw her withdrawing behind her defenses and knew while their lovemaking had been incredible, it was not enough to convince her to stay.

“You’re still leaving.”

“I have to go. I don’t belong here. I never did.”

She rolled away. Simon caught her around the waist before

she could leave the bed.

“I’m in love with you,” he said, pulling her stiff body against him, soothing her with lazy caresses and soft, loving murmurs.

“I’m in love with you too.” She pried at his hands. “But I still have to leave.”

Although his heart soared at her admission, her stubborn resistance to seeing reason kept his elation at bay. “Why?”

“Because after what I did, your family will hate me.”