When she pulled her lips away, she stared deep into his eyes and asked, “Do you want to come to my bedroom?”
Chapter 18
She held a finger up to her lips. “We have to be quiet. Finn is sleeping.”
Simon’s eyes widened as she tugged at his hand to lead him down the hall to her bedroom. “What?”
“His room is on the other side of the house, but we still have to be quiet,” she whispered.
“Oh. Sure.”
They stumbled into her bedroom and she kicked the door closed.
As she glanced around her small bedroom, she felt grateful that she was such a clean freak. If Simon had found her house in a mess, there was no way she could live it down. Too bad he had caught her when she was dressed in this ratty old t-shirt.
She was still holding hands with Simon. Just having him near made her heart flutter. They were about to make the same mistake again, but this time she didn’t feel guilty.
Simon had come down to her house because he cared about her. Which meant that this was more than just physical for him. If he cared enough to be upfront about that then she could be upfront about her feelings, too. As scared as she was of what the future would bring, she wanted to spend the night with him.
“You look so sexy,” he told her.
“Seriously?” She giggled. “This is probably the oldest t-shirt I own.”
“It suits you,” he said.
Her stomach did flips. It was amazing how he always managed to make her feel so sexy and desirable no matter how she looked. “I should get out of it.”
He flashed her a wicked grin. “I’m not going to stop you.”
Hands shaking, she reached for the hem of her shirt and tugged until she tossed it off. Heat stole up her cheeks. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath that shirt, and her breasts were totally exposed, aching to be touched.
This was the first time since the divorce that she had brought a man into her bedroom. She didn’t want to look like the nervous wreck that she was, so she reached down and pulled down her shorts and then slipped off her pink cotton underwear. Anything to not have to overanalyze.
Being naked in front of him was making her all flustered, so she focused on getting him out of his clothes. In the blink of an eye, they were both standing naked.
Simon reached out to her and ran his hand through her hair.
She shut her eyes and trembled beneath his touch. The way he put his hands on her always sparked a passion inside her. He always knew how to make her feel so safe. “Should we get on the bed?”
“I’d like that,” he said.
Heather could feel his warm breath on her ear when he spoke, and the place between her legs throbbed. Wet warmth pooled in her panties, her arousal almost unbearable.
When she opened her eyes he placed his hand on the small of her back, scorching her skin. A tingle slipped down her spin, the longing making her heart race. With his huge hand still on her back, he led her to the bed and she climbed onto it.
He climbed in beside her and his hand wandered lazily down her hip. “I’ll never get tired of looking at you.”
As she gazed at the hard muscles of his chest, she realized that she felt the same way. From his chiseled jaw down to the solid muscles of his calves, every inch of his body was perfectly formed.
Eyes roaming up and down his body, her gaze suddenly caught his. There was a hungry look in his eyes. Like he was on the verge of devouring her. He was gazing at her with the same stark need that she probably was. Simon had the ability to seduce her with just one look. Having that power over her should have terrified her, but it didn’t. All it did was make her want him even more.
“There are condoms in the top drawer,” she blurted out, motioning to the nightstand beside the bed.
Her cheeks burned. Shit. She must have sounded so desperate and overeager to him.
He gave her a lopsided grin and pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. Then, he opened the top drawer of the nightstand and retrieved a condom. Heather didn’t bother telling him that the condoms were from Gary’s stash. That would only kill the mood.
After he ripped off the wrapper and slipped the condom on, her gaze fell on his huge erection. The sight only made her more aroused.
Licking her lips, she leaned back and whispered, “Remember, we have to be quiet.”