The fierce, determined look in her eyes actually left him speechless. It was insane to be this enthralled by a woman, but here he was. Totally under her spell again.
“Do you want to get on the bed for me?” he asked.
Her full pink lips curved into a saucy smile. “Yes.”
Before he could react she raced across the room, kicked off her shoes, and fell down onto the bed. She let out a breathless laugh. There was something so happy and carefree about her now. As if a small part of her from their time together as high school sweethearts remained.
He sauntered over to her and sank down to his knees in front of the bed. “May I?”
From his vantage point, he saw her hazel eyes widen.
“Simon, what are you doing?” she asked with a scandalized gasp.
“Have I ever tasted you?” he asked, his voice rough with lust. “I know we made love in high school, but did I ever do this?”
“I...I don’t think so,” she said. “I’d remember if you did.”
He stifled a groan, the desire to put his mouth between her legs making him so hard it almost hurt. “Can I taste you, Heather?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “Yes, Simon.”
If they were going to share one last night together, he wasn’t going to take anymore from her. He was going to give. Pleasure her. Tonight wasn’t about him. All he wanted to do was give Heather the same pleasure she had given him last night. And take nothing return. He had already taken things too far with her. Tonight was his way of giving her the pleasure she deserved.
He let his hands slide up her supple thighs. Enjoyed the sensation of her soft skin beneath his fingertips. Already, her body was quivering. She moaned softly.
When his fingers finally reached the lacy fabric of her panties, he cupped her gently. Heather let out a cry as she arched her back.
She was already wet. He could feel her slick essence even through the fabric of her underwear. The urge to taste her overwhelmed him.
He slipped his hands into the waistband of her panties and tugged. As she lifted her hips to help him pull her panties off, he stared into her eyes. Watched her as he lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing the bare flesh of her sex.
“I’ll never be able to get over how beautiful you are,” he ground out as his eyes drank her in. Heather spread her legs in response, and the sight of her so exposed nearly melted his brain.
This time he didn’t stop the groan that tore from his lips. Couldn’t stop it even if he tried. His hands wandered up and down her thighs and he started to kiss the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. Slowly, he kissed his way down until he was so close to her sex he could practically taste it.
Simon’s gaze darted up to hers. “Can I?”
“Yes,” she said.
He lowered his mouth to her wetness and swirled his tongue onto her slick, wet, heat. Her hoarse, ragged moan made him want to take his time. Coax a climax out of her slowly.
When he tasted her, he realized there was no way they had done this before. He would have remembered the sweet taste of her. Remembered how her body shivered as he tormented her with his tongue.
She whimpered, her thighs tightening around his head.
He stroked his tongue into her, increasing the torturously slow pace until he was licking her furiously.
When she moaned his name, he tore his mouth away from her sex and planted a kiss on her quivering inner thigh. “Are you okay?” he asked against the soft flesh thigh. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” She reached desperately for him. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
Simon planted another kiss on her thigh, flashed her a wicked smile, and lowered his mouth onto her again.
It didn’t take long to have her panting as he tasted her, enjoying the sounds she made as he pleasured her.
A desperate cry let him know that he had her close to the edge, and when she fisted the sheets he knew that she had climaxed.
He pulled away from her, stroking her thighs with his hands. “Did you come?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “Couldn’t you tell?”
“I just wanted to hear you say it.” He smiled at her and kissed her thigh again.
She laughed. “Damn, you’re so much cockier than you let on.”