A Touch of Heaven (10 page)

He knew he only had one
more shot to make her
see him
before all hell broke loose. Once they made it to
the reunion, she'd know and his world would be over.

Unless he could make her see.

Turning his head, he glanced down the small
hallway to his left and right before looking back at Paige. He
grinned as he pushed his shoulder off the doorframe and
straightened.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, walking in
and forcing Paige to take a step back.

***

Paige was too shocked by his move to say a
word when he walked into the bathroom with her and shut the door
behind him. The small bathroom was barely big enough for one
person, let alone two, and she inhaled deeply when her back came
into contact with the wall.

She stared up at him, nervously looking
around the bathroom, already knowing there wasn't an escape, before
she looked back at Simon.

"So," Simon said, leaning against the door.
"Looks like my otherwise disastrous day just took a detour."

Small talk. She could do
small talk. It was the hands and the lips part she couldn’t help
but be nervous about. She smiled slightly before saying, "Oh?" Her
hands nervously toyed with the hem of her blouse. "Bad day?"
Completely lame
.

"Not yet, but it will be in a couple more
hours."

God he has the bluest
eyes.
"Oh, well maybe it won't. Stranger
things have happened."

"Suppose you're right," Simon said, pushing
off the door and taking a step toward her. "Like running into you
again."

Paige grinned as he smiled down at her, his
eyes roaming over her body. The tingles that had been running up
her spine every time she thought of him exploded as her thoughts
traveled back to the night before.

She hated to admit it, but looking at him
now, she still wanted him. She told herself it was the alcohol that
made her so wanton the night before but looking at him now, she
knew. It had nothing to do with lowered inhibitions. It was just
him.

Her heart was beginning to pound in her
chest and she briefly wondered what he would do if she just grabbed
him and had her wicked way with him like she wanted to.

She didn't have time to find out,
unfortunately. He spoke and broke her train of thought.

"So, tell me gorgeous, why'd you run off
last night?" He closed the distance between them and placed one
hand flat against the wall beside of her head. The other came to
rest on her waist and the small contact caught her breath in her
throat.

"Well I um…"

Paige started to explain but when Simon
raised his hand from her waist and ran his finger down her neck,
her throat seemed to tighten, stealing her words. Her eyes closed
an instant later and nothing registered but his fingers trailing
over her skin and the way he smelled. A heady mix of cologne,
cigarette smoke and something she knew was just him, surrounded
her.

It was intoxicating.

He lightly brushed his fingers over the
exposed skin of her neck before running them up over her shoulder,
his fingers a barely there whisper against her skin. He brushed the
small spaghetti strap of her top off her shoulder and Paige gasped
softly when he leaned down and she felt his lips sweep across her
shoulder.

The small tingling sensations she'd been
having every time she thought of him spread like wild fire as hot
wet kisses ran over her shoulder and up her neck.

"Simon," she whispered, unconsciously
leaning her head to the side. Her eyes remained shut and she tried
to breathe without gasping for air.

"Hummm?"

"What... what are you doing?" she asked him
softly, a small moan escaping her throat when his tongue ran up the
side of her neck to her ear. She was at a loss as to what to do.
Her friends were waiting for her but here he was, the man she had
spent a restless night thinking about.

"I'm kissing you," he whispered in her ear
before sucking her earlobe into his mouth.

"Oh," was all Paige managed to say. The
throbbing sensations between her legs pounded with each bruising
beat of her heart as it slammed against her rib cage. All she
wanted in that moment was to feel his hands on her body, to feel
his arms around her and to drown in his kisses.

He licked around the shell of her ear before
he brought the hand he had braced on the wall down and laying it on
her arm. His fingers slid over her skin, his touch feather soft. He
grazed her hip, not stopping until he reached the edge of her
skirt.

"Do you have any idea how I felt last night
when I came back and found you gone? I wasn't any where near
finished with you."

Paige made a small whining noise at his
words and heard him chuckle. The feel of his hand tracing the skin
just below her skirt was almost unbearable. Of course, the minute
he slipped under the fabric, his fingers crawling slowly up her
inner thigh, she nearly cried out. How did he turn her into a
whimpering mess with just a few touches?

His voice broke with
huskiness, the wonderful sound sending shivers up her spine. "Just
thinking about you drives me crazy. I've wanted nothing more, since
the first moment I
ever
laid eyes on you, than to worship you. To taste
every inch of your body one delicious lick at a time."

Paige licked her lips, finding them suddenly
dry as she listened to him. She tried to breathe without gasping
for air at his words. His fingers slowly climbed up the length of
her thigh, his fingertips brushing the silk of her panties and
traced light circles over the front of them. She felt her knees go
weak in the same instant her pussy convulsed, the small spasm
causing her muscles to clamp tight and her belly to ache.

His whispered words in her ear and the smell
of his cologne had her panting for air. She tried to tell herself
that the others were waiting for her through the fog of lust
clouding her mind, but the longer he continued to kiss and nip at
her neck and his fingers played along the edge of her panties, the
more she didn't care.

"I can't stop thinking about you," Simon
continued, whispering softly against her neck, peppering small
kisses along her skin while his fingers slipped inside her
panties.

She gasped when one long digit rubbed
against her clit.

"I want you."

Something inside her snapped. She felt it
like a bolt of lightening through her system. In the boldest move
she ever made, her eyes opened and she reached up, grabbing Simon's
head and pulled him to her before she crushed her lips to his.

With her reluctance shattered, she forced
her tongue past his lips. Took from him what he so willingly wanted
her to have and ravished his mouth. She wasted no time, pushing
herself off the wall and leaning into him. She pushed him against
the bathroom door, the force of impact momentarily causing the
contact with his mouth to vanish.

***

Simon was momentarily stunned when his back
hit the door. He stared down at Paige and the look in her eyes said
it all. Her wild, lust filled gaze stole the air from his lungs and
he sucked in a harsh breath before she once again attacked his
mouth.

His arms wrapped around her waist and he
moaned when her hips grinded against his hardening cock. He pulled
her tightly against him, angled his head and drank her in.

The small bathroom echoed with their moans.
Their heavy breathing the only sound in the room. Paige ran her
hands through the short blonde curls on his head and held him to
her before pulling back and gasping for air.

She stared up at him; the hungry look in her
eyes causing his body to burn before her tongue was once again
probing his mouth. She continued to grind herself against him
before Simon reached down, grabbed her ass with both hands and held
her to him.

Paige raised one leg, sliding it up his
thigh before he caught it in his hand. He held her to him, helping
her slid up his body as she wrapped her legs around his waist. The
ravenous attack on his mouth never ceased and all rational thought
replaced with one thing.

Paige wanted him.

She proved it the next second when she
reached down with one hand to the waistband of his pants, grabbing
his belt buckle before breaking the kiss. She quickly unfastened
it, pushing the leather away. The sound of his zipper being pulled
down echoed off the walls of the small bathroom.

Simon's mind went into overload when Paige's
warm hand reached inside his jeans and pulled his cock free. She
ran her hand up the length of it, watching what she was doing as he
reached up under her skirt and pushed the silk of her underwear
away.

When she looked at him, she smiled before
she rose slightly and positioned herself over him and she slid down
his length.

They both gasped as warmth rode their
bodies.

She took a deep breath, letting it out
slowly before she used her legs to pull herself up and slowly slide
back down onto his hardened flesh. Her eyes closed briefly as her
mouth opened and a moan escaped her when she lowered her hips, her
tight passage engulfing him again.

She rode him slowly, every inch of him
filling her before she closed her eyes and let the sensations take
her over. Simon watched her head fall back and her mouth opened in
a silent scream. She was completely exquisite in that moment… more
beautiful than he ever remembered. This woman, the only woman he'd
ever met that held him spellbound with a simple glance, left him
awestruck as he watched her. He clenched his jaw when she tightened
her muscles around him before his head fell forward. Her hot
passage squeezed him to the point of ecstasy.

The feel of being inside her again was
nothing compared to the fact that she had taken him, forcing the
union in a bold move that he didn't think she had in her.

He lifted his head, staring up at her,
unable to speak as he watched her. The quiet girl he'd been with
the night before was replaced with a woman who knew what she wanted
and wasted no time in taking it.

Her lips were parted slightly and her eyes
glistened as she looked at him. Her hair in golden waves over her
shoulders and he grinned at her before he grabbed her hips and
turned quickly, bracing her back against the door.

***

Paige gasped when he changed their positions
and drove into her, her eyes falling shut briefly when he filled
her completely. She forced them back open, looking up into his eyes
and felt like she was drowning as he stared down at her. There
wasn't anything else in the world in that moment but him.

Simon leaned in, brushing his lips across
hers before pulling back and smiling at her. Running his hands down
her legs, he reached up under her thighs and hooked her legs over
his arms. She grabbed onto his shoulders to try and steady
herself.

She bunched the leather of his coat up in
her hands and the small position-change sent him deeper into her.
She was spread wide open for him and her head fell back against the
door. Simon leaned in slightly, grinding his hips against her as he
spread her legs wider. A loud moan spilled from her lips at the
action.

"You like that?" Simon whispered, leaning
his head down close to her ear.

Paige nodded her head. Her eyes clamped shut
as Simon thrust into her harder, his rhythm slowing. She tried to
move her hips but was unable to because of the position he had her
in.

"I can't hear you," Simon whispered, leaning
into her as he pushed himself deeper inside.

Paige swallowed hard, trying to find her
voice. Simon licked her ear before his thrust slowed to an
agonizingly slow pace. She could feel every inch of him slide into
her depths and she was ready to scream as his hips slowed their
movements.

"Tell me what you want," Simon said slowly
pulling himself from her and stopping before he slid completely
out.

Paige opened her eyes when he stilled,
looking up at him and panted for breath before Simon slowly slid
back inside.

"Tell me," he said, staring down at her. "I
want to hear you say it."

Paige tried again to move her hips, needing
the friction her body craved. She felt ready to explode. The
burning ache she felt as Simon slowly pulled himself from her
again, almost unbearable. She was unable to move. Trapped between
his body and the door. "Please," she whispered, her eyes falling
shut as her need for him consumed her.

"Please what?" Simon whispered, a ghost of a
smile crossing his face. He leaned down, kissing her neck and she
tried to force him into her.

Paige whimpered when Simon pulled completely
out of her, the feeling of loss being replaced with unconcealed
need. She felt the head of his cock slid up the length of her and
brush against her clit. "Oh God," she whispered, her head falling
to the side. "Please, Simon," she moaned. He continued to rub
himself up and down the length of her. Every time he hit her clit,
stars exploded behind her eyelids.

"Please what?"

***

The slow measured movements were driving him
crazy. His cock twitched with every beat of his heart. He couldn't
remember being so hard. It bordered on this side of pain. The need
to plunge into her depths overwhelmed him.

But he waited. Waited for her to say the
words. He knew he'd never get another chance to hear them whispered
from her lips and he wasn't about to leave without them. He had
waited too long.

He leaned down, brushing a kiss across her
mouth, biting softly at her lips before making his way across her
jaw to her neck. She trembled in his arms, her breaths a harsh pant
in his ear and he bit down lightly on her tender skin.

Her hold around his neck tightened at the
small bite. Her hand coming to rest on the back of his head and
holding him to her before she said, "Fuck me, Simon. Please."