Oh, sweet mother of fairies. His words … when she read that sort of thing in books, she usually laughed because she’d never heard a man use words like that. Not until Simon.
She certainly wasn’t laughing now.
Hell, there was a good chance he could make her come simply by whispering those words in her ear.
“I just want you to keep talkin’,” she whispered, a soft moan escaping as she met his gaze over her shoulder.
He chuckled softly. “Oh yeah?”
Violet nodded. “I’m mesmerized by your voice.”
And your mouth. She kept that part to herself.
A smile pulled at his lips. “Then I’ll walk you through every step.”
She nodded, holding his stare.
“But only when you’re ready.”
She was ready now. Desperate to sate the ache that was building inside her. Her skin was ultra-sensitive, her scalp tingling from his nearness.
She’d never done this before. Never given in to lust so quickly. But maybe that was the problem. What had waiting done for her? She’d never been able to calculate the perfect time, so maybe there wasn’t one.
Or maybe the perfect time was when the storm was building. While the thunder was crashing in warning. That was what this felt like. She could envision the thunderhead brewing with the devastation that lingered just beyond. Lightning crashing, the air crackling, the wind picking up. It was coalescing inside her, making her wanton and eager.
Yes. This was the perfect moment.
As soon as she started to pull away, Simon’s hands fell to his sides. He wasn’t kidding. He was leaving the choice up to her, and he had no intention of pressuring her.
Which only made her want him more.
Violet shut off her thoughts and decided to take the risk. It wasn’t like she was going to fall in love with the guy after one night. Love didn’t work that way. And thanks to the curse, there was no way he would develop feelings for her. Nice guys didn’t want her like that. For sex, yeah. But when it came to love, they couldn’t get far enough away.
“Simon...” She took a step toward him.
His eyes heated, the green/gray/blue swirling into an intriguing mix of passion and need.
“Now,” she rasped, falling into him, sighing as his lips sealed to hers.
Her blood thundered in her ears when his hands slid over her ass and down her thighs, squeezing as he lifted her off her feet. Violet wrapped her legs around his hips and held on while their tongues still thrashed violently.
When he didn’t start moving, she pulled back, smothering kisses over his mouth. “Down the hall, last door on the right.”
His laughter reverberated through her.
She teased the hair at his nape, kissing him again, not caring that he might run into the wall with her in his arms. No one had ever picked her up before. It was both magical and erotic at the same time.
He stopped when he reached her bed, setting her on her feet before following her down onto the mattress. She scooted back, and he followed at a slower pace. When she stopped, his head dipped, and he kissed her belly where her shirt had risen. He lingered briefly before inching up, finding her mouth again.
Like a Texas thunderstorm gathering speed on the open plains, her need grew more intense by the second. She tugged at his shirt, desperate to get it off so she could see what he was working with.
Simon sat up, straddling her thighs as he reached back, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing…
“Oh, my God,” she muttered, embarrassed that the words had come out but unable to help herself.
Her mouth went dry when she saw the smooth contours of his chest and the ripples of muscle in his abdomen. He looked bigger like this, stronger.
She had the sudden urge to trail her tongue along all those grooves and valleys simply because she could. The man was ripped beyond anything she’d ever seen. Without his shirt, the preppy look disappeared. Like this, he was precisely the sort of man she would drool over if she saw him on the street.
