Before she knew what she was doing, her fingertips glided over the hills and valleys, lightly teasing those delectable muscles forming a V, angling down into his jeans.
“Take off your shirt,” he said, his eyes glittering with heat as they followed the path of her fingers.
“But I wanna play,” she said, still staring.
Simon chuckled. “You can play when you’re naked. Take it off, Vi.”
God, she loved the gruff, authoritative sound of his voice, not to mention the affectionate tone.
She flattened her palms and slid them higher, sitting up as she went. Simon sat back on his heels, her legs still trapped between his, watching as she lifted her shirt. He didn’t help, but his eyes blazed when she revealed her white lace bra.
“Bra, too.” His tone was rife with command, a dark, rich sound that seemed to float around them, sucking all the oxygen from the room.
She watched him as she unhooked the front clasp, allowing the lace to fall away and slide down her arms before she tossed it to the floor with her shirt.
When his lips parted, his eyes laser-focused on her bare breasts, she had a fleeting thought.
What if I don’t survive one night with my heart intact? What then?
•••••
“Lie back.”
Simon hardly recognized his own voice. It was gravel-rough due to a potent mixture of lust and awe, fueled by the hunger he could see on Violet’s face. She liked when he was aggressive. It turned her on.
“Let me look at you.”
He expected her to hesitate or stall, but she didn’t. More proof that she was turned on by the dominance he asserted. Violet’s chocolate brown eyes glittered as she did as he instructed, relaxing onto one of the many pillows that covered the bed.
She was gorgeous. All that smooth, olive-gold skin. Those rosy-pink nipples that made his mouth water.
With her laid out like a feast, he could think of so many things he wanted to do to her beautiful body, so many ways he wanted to bring her pleasure, to make her come. He hadn’t been lying when he told her he intended to worship every inch. He most certainly did.
Provided he could refrain this first time. The temptation to drive his cock between her legs and sate the unbearable ache was powerful. He was driven by a lust he didn’t recognize. But hewould hold back because he wanted to savor this time with her, this moment. He wasn’t sure there would be another.
When Violet reached for him, he took her wrists and held her arms out wide. “You have to wait your turn.”
Her smile was slow and sinful. Something else he found extremely enticing about this woman.
Inching back on his knees, Simon leaned forward, pinning her wrists beside her head.
“Me first,” he said, meeting her gaze. “I have this desperate need to taste you.”
Her lips parted, her eyes glazing over.
“Then we’ll talk about you having a turn.”
Her smile was sexy as fuck. “Iwillget one.”
“You think so?”
Simon dipped his head so he could taste her nipple. He licked gently at first, loving the way it puckered.
“I know—oh, God!”
When Violet tried to move her hands, he covered them with his to keep her in place while he teased the pebbled tip of her nipple with his tongue. When he sucked her breast into his mouth, her hands pushed against his as her chest arched toward him. Their fingers twined together as she held on to him.
“Simon…”
