Page 19 of An Unexpected Chance

So was I.

I was surprisingly fine with defiling her in the kitchen where I ate breakfast with my daughter. I was so turned on, nothing else mattered. All I wanted, all I needed, was to be inside Amy again. To feel that rush of pleasure as she wrapped herself around me. Everything else fell away, and I lost myself with her.

* * *

Later, back in bed, I propped myself up on my elbow, gazing down at her. We’d cleaned the kitchen, had a shower, and I’d pulled her back to the mattress beside me. I wrapped a damp curl around my finger, feeling the softness between my fingers.

“Has anyone ever told you how amazing you are?” I asked.

“Stop,” she hushed me.

“No. You are.”

“Maybe that’s postcoital glow talking.”

I lowered my head and kissed her. “There is that, but it’s much more. It’s you. You make me feel like—Simon.”

She cupped my cheek. “You don’t usually feel that way?”

“Not for a long time. I’m Simon the money guy. Simon the divorced guy. Simon the single dad. Simon the responsible adult who puts everyone and everything else first.” I sighed. “Tonight, I was just me. Enjoying a night out with a beautiful, sexy woman. Eating the food I like. Drinking a great glass of wine. Kissing and touching you because I wanted to. Because you wanted me to. It felt good.”

Her fingers moved restlessly on my cheek. “I like just Simon,” she whispered. “I like him a lot.”

“Good. Because he likes you too.”

I covered her mouth with mine and kissed her until she was breathless. Until my body pulsated with need for her, a steady beating rhythm under my skin that would only be satisfied once I’d had her again.

I hovered over her, staring into her fathomless eyes. “Should I stop?”

She slid her arms around my neck. “God, no. But you should come with a warning label, Simon Fletcher.”

I grinned. “What warning would that be?”

“Sort of like the Energizer bunny. Unending.”

“Pleasure,” I replied.

“What?” she asked, furrowing her brow.

“Unending pleasure. That’s what I give.”

She pulled me down, our chests melding, her skin silky against mine.

“Okay, then. Give away.”

* * *

I woke in the morning later than usual. Amy slept beside me, a warm bundle of softness. Her hair was wild—a mass of golden wheat across the pillow. She faced me, her lips pursed as she slept, her arm draped over my waist. Her bare shoulders gleamed in the morning sun, her tattoo vivid on her creamy skin. I had traced that ink with my tongue. Tasted the honey of her, the sweet with the salt. I knew how thick and silken her hair felt around my hand. How she tasted—everywhere. Her incredible passion.

“Stop staring at me, stalker,” she mumbled.

I chuckled. “You are too irresistible not to stare.”

She opened one eye, peeking at me. “You’re talking with your cock.”

I laughed. “He’s gifted, but talking isn’t one of his strengths. He is far better at communicating in other ways.”

She shifted closer. “He is talented.”