Sex, Lies and Midnight (14 page)

Simon growled. The sound was low and needy and sent a thrill through Maya.

She made quick work of his belt buckle, letting the leather strap dangle as she tried to work the snap of his jeans free. But the pressure against it was too much. She needed to touch him. To feel him. He needed to get these damned pants off.

Before she could issue the demand, though, he grabbed her by the waist and, not breaking their kiss, carried her backward. Her knees hit the edge of the bed. Maya gasped as Simon let go, letting her freefall to the cloud-soft cushion of the down comforter.

She bounced once, almost giggling at the swooping feeling in her tummy. Why hadn’t she ever known that laughter and sex were a wickedly exciting combination?

“I’m hungry,” he told her, making his intentions clear.

“Whatever happened to ladies first?” she asked, angling so her upper body was supported by her elbows, even as her legs dangled over the edge.

“You’ll get your turn.”

Maya’s laugh rolled out, filling the room and echoing so loudly that Dottie, who’d been curled up on Simon’s shirt, shot her a dirty look and jumped from the chair to stalk out of the room.

Simon dropped to his knees in front of her and lifted one foot in both of his hands. Maya struggled not to laugh as his fingers wrapped around her ticklish toes. He blew a puff of warm air over her arch and it was all she could do to keep from pulling away to avoid the razor’s edge contrast of tension and unstoppable giggling.

“Having fun yet?” he teased, grinning up at her with a very sexy, very mischievous little-boy look.

“Is this supposed to be sexy?” she shot back, biting her lip and wiggling. “I might be a little more turned on if you were holding up a sleek Jimmy Choo or Manolo for me to try.”

“We’ll just see about that,” he vowed. Then, still smiling, he winked. And pressed one damp kiss to the inside of her ankle.

Maya shivered. Laughter faded and her stomach clenched for a whole different reason. Simon nibbled tiny little kisses down her ankle and to her arch. One hand cupped her heel while the other smoothed tiny little tingly circles up her calf.

His eyes holding hers captive, he sucked her baby toe into his mouth. As he did so, he slid his fingers higher, leaving a trail of heat up the inside of her thigh. Her eyelids growing heavy with delight, Maya shifted her legs apart just a little in invitation.

A perfect Southern gentleman, he didn’t refuse. As Simon’s mouth moved over her toes, sucking, nibbling and teasing, his fingers curved under the tiny satin placket of her panties. He slid the finger along her thigh, coming teasingly closer to her core with each pass.

Maya scooted just a little lower on the bed, bringing her knees up, her body closer. Tempting him.

Then she hooked both thumbs into the elastic at her hips and pushed it down to her knees. Daring him.

Her eyes locked on his, she scraped her own fingers back up her thighs, pausing at the tidy black curls. His eyes left hers at that point, staring laser-sharp and hot. Even as he kept nibbling and teasing her toes, his fingers followed the path his eyes had taken, slipping between her thighs to trace her aching, swollen flesh.

Maya shuddered with pleasure as his touch sent shivers of delight through her body. His kisses started moving up her calf as his index finger circled and rubbed her clitoris. She was on fire. Her breathing sped up, in time with her racing heart. As his warm breath wafted over her now wet, swollen bud, she gripped the blankets and lifted her hips higher. Begging him.

Always the gentleman, Simon didn’t make her beg for long. His breath grew hotter as his fingers shifted, sliding into her aching flesh, penetrating her very core. His tongue traced the same path his fingers had taken along her swollen bud. Softly at first, then faster. His fingers, first one, then two, pumped as his teeth nipped, his tongue soothed.

Her body tightened. Tension coiled deep in Maya’s belly, her breath coming in pants as a buzzing filled her ears.

He sucked on her clit, his fingers plunging faster and faster.

The climax grabbed her so fast, she almost screamed at the power of it.

Stars, serious freaking stars, exploded behind her closed eyes. Body arched, Maya reached overhead to grip the far edge of the bed, needing something to hang on to as the orgasm took her on a wildly delicious flight.

Well, well, she thought as she slowly floated back into her body. Talk about incredible. And addicting.

Like sexy designer shoes, Simon’s affect on her body was the thing obsessions were made of. And he went so much better with naked than any pair of pumps she’d ever worn.

Now to see what else he had to offer…

7

MAYA’S PURR WAS AS SEDUCTIVE as the sight of her lying there, naked and flush with satisfaction.

Had he ever tasted anything as delicious as her? From her luscious mouth to delicate little toes, she was pure decadence. Rich and sultry, she made Simon want to grovel. To beg. To do anything for just one more taste.

Swallowing hard before he admitted any of that, or worse, actually begged and lost all claim to studliness, Simon rose to his feet. Looming over her still-quivering body, he gave a satisfied smile as he noted passion’s flush staining her chest and the rapid rise and fall of those glorious breasts. She didn’t play the false modesty game, instead lying there in all her gorgeous glory, spread eagle on the bed, her legs dangling over the edge of the crisp cotton duvet.

All that hair, curls he couldn’t wait to feel teasing his own body, splayed around in sharp contrast to the white bedding.

She gave a shuddering sigh, then slowly, with a gentle flutter of those lush lashes, her eyes opened. Her golden gaze speared him. Then a slow, wicked smile spread over her face.

“My turn,” she said.

“Wasn’t that your turn?”

“Oh, no,” she purred. “My turn includes you, naked. Me, tasting. Then us, hot and wet and wild, coming together.”

Simon damn near came that very second. Gulping hard and clenching his fists to hang on to his fragile thread of control, he shook his head. “You really should work harder to overcome your shyness.”

“So I’ve been told.”

Grinning, she sat upright in one swift move. She tucked her feet under her butt, then quirked a finger. “C’mere.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

As soon as he was in reach, she grabbed the placket of his jeans with both hands and tugged.

“Easy there, sweetheart,” he cautioned with a laugh. “We don’t want to break anything.”

Although he was pretty sure he was as hard as steel, which meant breaking was unlikely.

“I want these off. Now.”

Simon’s laughter faded at the desperate desire in her voice. He’d never had a woman so obviously want him the same way he wanted her. With a strong, powerful passion. Usually, he had to temper his needs. Play nice. Gentlemanly sex was all good and well, but he was starting to think he’d finally found a woman who could meet all his sexual needs.

Who could go hot and wild and a little dirty, and still meet his eyes in the morning.

He was pretty sure this was the biggest turn-on of his life. Until he watched Maya tug his zipper down with her teeth.

Now
this
was the biggest turn-on of his life. His new fantasy to beat.

Then she nuzzled a soft kiss low on his belly, just above the band of his boxers, and blew his contemplation all to hell. Instead, his body took over. Need pounded through him.

“Off,” she murmured again, her fingers curling into the sides of his jeans. She pushed the fabric down his hips, freeing his straining erection so it stood at attention right there in front of her face.

The grin she shot him was a fabulous combination of naughty and sweet. She shoved his pants to his knees, then gently scraped her fingers back up his thighs to his clenched butt.

It wasn’t manly to shudder in delight, but oh God, she made him feel good. Then, her eyes holding his, she leaned forward and blew a warm puff of air over the head of his straining dick.

Simon did shudder with pleasure then.

Her eyes narrowed, she ran just the tip of her tongue around his head. Simon groaned. His fingers dug into the silky flesh of her bare shoulders.

She sipped, lips pursed, over his flesh. Her tongue swirled. Then she sucked, just the tip. Every nerve in his body was centered right there in his very happy cock.

She ran her tongue down the length of him.

Very, very happy cock.

She took him into the wet heat of her mouth.

Simon’s moan was low, his muscles tight as she sucked, swirled and sipped him into a state of overwhelmingly intense pleasure.

Her fingers slid up and down the back of his thighs, adding another dimension of delight to her ministrations. The apple scent of her hair filled his senses as he combed his fingers through her long curls. Her teeth scraped, edgy and gentle, along the length of his shaft, sending a bolt of excitement that teetered on that border between pleasure and pain.

“More,” he demanded.

Before Maya ask what he wanted more of, hell, before she could even blink, he pulled away.

Slipping his hands beneath her arms, he lifted her high, then sent her flying across the mattress. Her laughter rang out, making him smile.

Simon liked sex. He enjoyed both the simplicity and the complexity of it. And he was pretty damned good at it, if he did say so himself.

His sexual experience had never included laughter before. But watching the humor shining from Maya’s golden eyes, the smile as it played over the tasty fullness of her lips, he realized he’d been missing out.

On humor. On delight.

On Maya.

But no more.

“Bouncy,” she said of the bed as the mattress settled. Her smile was both amused and excited. “You sent my stomach tumbling, like a roller-coaster ride.”

She lay there, her thighs barely spread, her torso at a tempting angle as she propped herself up on her elbows. Black curls tumbled over her breasts, so the deep pink nipples played a game of peek-a-boo.

His mouth watered for another taste. His body, already tense with need, was on fire for her. And for the first time in his life, his brain was as turned on as his body.

“I’ve got another ride in mind,” he told her, sliding his fingers along her foot and watching her shiver.

“Yeah?” Using the foot he wasn’t holding, she tiptoed it up his thigh, then smoothed it back down in an erotically charged caress. “What kind of ride? The kind that goes high and wild? Or low and deep?”

He almost whimpered.

God, she was fabulous.

“Why don’t we find out?”

“Why don’t we?”

Lifting her foot, he nibbled at her ankle, his tongue tracing the tiny rose tattooed along the outside of her foot.

“You’re delicious,” he said.

“How delicious?” Her question was a throaty purr, her smile a siren’s call.

“So good that I’m going to have to taste every single inch of you.”

“Haven’t you already tasted the best part?” she teased, her fingers smoothing down her stomach in a soft caress. She stopped just short of the black curls nestled between her thighs.

Simon’s mouth watered at the memory of just how incredible she had tasted. He pressed warm kisses up the inside of her calf, reveling in the smooth silky skin and lightly toned muscles.

“Touch yourself,” he said, his words husky and low. He wanted to see if she’d do it. If she’d be that free and revel in her own sexuality. But mostly, he just wanted to see. And, he noted as he stared up the long length of her legs, he had the killer view from here. “I want to see you feel pleasure. Watch what makes you hot.”

Maya’s fingers hesitated for just a second, digging lightly into the soft flesh of her lower belly. Then, her eyes locked on his, she slid her fingers lower. She combed them through the nest of black curls.

Simon lifted her leg, draping her ankle over his shoulder as he kissed the rounded curve of her knee. His eyes were slitted with desire, finally releasing her gaze to watch her fingers trace gently over her swollen bud, so pink and wet.