Page 29 of Charmed by You

It seemed like only five minutes ago, he would have sold hissoul to have avoided her. Now he couldn’t get enough of her.

“I’m serious,” he said, reaching for her and tugging her tohim as she giggled and kicked. “This bed is way too big. You’re on anotherplanet. I need you down here on earth with me.”

“Yeah? And how are you going to keep me here?” She rolledover, then climbed on top of him. He was already hard again, and now his cockteased her ass as she straddled him, her body rocking slowly as she rubbed herclit against his lower abdomen. “You want me to stay on this side of theAtlantic, you need to be more proactive than that.”

“Do I?” He slipped his hand between them, his fingersteasing their way inside her as she rubbed her clit on the heel of his hand.She was perfect. Her sense of humor. Her compassion. The way she could takecharge or surrender. And, yeah, her body. He knew she paid trainers handsomelyto keep her in top shape, but damned if they didn’t do a good job. And itwasn’t just surface. The woman had strength and stamina. She could damn surekeep up with him.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered as he thrust his fingersdeeper inside her.

She arched back, moaning a bit, her hips shifting as if shewas trying to find just that spot. With his free hand, he reached upfor her nipple, then rolled it between his thumb and his forefinger.

“What I want?” she repeated.

“This?” He tightened his grip on her nipple and felt herpussy tighten around his fingers. “Or this?” He slipped his fingers out of her,easing his hand back until he was teasing her ass, and she cried out, begginghim to do more than tease.

“Tell me,” he demanded, his thumb teasing her pussy as hisindex finger played with her ass. Her eyes were closed, and the pleasure andneed he saw on her face was almost enough to make him come right then.

“I thought I was your toy,” she said. “Yours to command. Tofuck. To sweetly torture.” She bent forward, lifting her ass until his cock wasright there. “That’s what I want,” she said as her breasts rubbed against hischest. “All I want is to be yours. Completely.”

He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry as he met her eyes. Themoment felt heavy. Important.

And utterly terrifying.

He lifted a hand to stroke her hair, then held her head inplace so she couldn’t look away. “Baby, I need to know what you mean. Are weplaying sex games or are we—”

“No games,” she said. “Not about that.” She bit her lip, andhe saw her gather her courage, then press on. “I want to see what we can betogether. I’ve never—I’ve never felt like this, and I don’t mean this,” sheadded, wiggling against his cock. “I mean this.” She pushed up higher, thenheld his hand to her heart. “Is it just me?”

“No,” he said, meeting her eyes and seeing the futurereflected in them. “It’s not just you.”

“So you’ll stay? Even though you don’t have to protect meanymore?”

“I’ll stay,” he said, wanting to get lost in that sweetsmile.

“Good,” she said. “But Simon, you still have to protect myheart.”

“Always,” he promised, knowing that was an oath he would willinglydie for.

* * * *

The first two days, he told Ryan that he was staying withher just to make sure Burnet believed Frannie and didn’t try to harass her formore info.

On the third day, he told Ryan he was taking some personaltime after the case.

After a week, he told Ryan that he and Frannie wereinvolved, and since she had a week before shooting began on Spiraling,he was taking more time off.

“You haven’t been there long enough to have accrued timeoff,” Frannie said, snuggling close. “Ryan is going to hate me.”

“Actually, he told us to have a good time and recommended anice little B&B in Ojai.”

“A good idea,” she said. “We should get out of the house.”

They’d gone out a few times for meals, but for the mostpart, they stayed in her place. Lounging by the pool, reading, talking. Andeven watching every Francesca Muratti movie made, to her complete frustration.

“I’d watch all of Bright Eyes,” he’d told her, “butthere are too many episodes. Saving that project for later.”

“I need you to send me files for all of your projects. Youknow all about me from my movies. I need to learn all about you.”

“Ah, there’s where we differ. Confidential.”