Page 22 of The Billionaire's Obsession: Florida

Capturing her hand, he drew it to his lips, dropping light, soft kisses to her palm. “I had a very hard time not going for your cop’s throat today.”

“Why?”

“For God’s sake, Kara, the man was eye-fucking you right there in the station.” His answer was harsh.

“He was just being nice-”

“He was imagining what it would be like to fuck you,” he informed her in a raspy voice. “I’m a guy. Believe me. I know. And I fucking hated it. I don’t like to share.”

Gulp.Was he insinuating that…

“I didn’t know that I was yours.”Was she?

“You are now.”

“Since when?”

“Probably since the first moment I saw you. Definitely since the moment I touched you. And absolutely since last night.” His hand moved to the back of her neck, guiding her mouth to his.

He flipped her in one smooth motion, his mouth never leaving hers. One moment she was on his lap, and the next, she was spread out on the massive sofa beneath him. He kissed her until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think; she could only feel. Legs parting to accept his body, she wrapped her arms around his muscular back, trying to get as close to him as she possibly could.

She needed this, needed him. She slid her tongue along his, desperate to get closer, wanting to crawl inside him. Her hips shifted longingly against his groin, whimpering into his mouth when she felt the hard erection straining against his jeans, pushing against her mound, making her crazy to feel him inside her.

Pulling her mouth away from his she gasped, “I need you to fuck me, Simon. Please.”

He buried his face in her neck with a guttural sound. “Bedroom.”

“No. Here. Now. Right now,” she panted. She didn’t want to move, didn’t want to be blindfolded and tied this time. Wrapping her legs around his waist in silent entreaty, she brought her hands to his ass, pulling him against her as she undulated her hips. “Fuck! I can’t think when you do that. I don’t want to wait,” he rasped, his hands sliding beneath her ass, pulling her tightly against his raging erection with a low, tormented groan.

“Don’t wait. Please.” Her body was igniting like tinder on a raging forest fire.

“You know I can’t.” His voice was angry and frustrated, but he didn’t release his hold on her ass.

“You can.” She wanted him like this, spontaneous and needy. Unwrapping her legs from his waist, she bucked and slipped her hands between their bodies, unsnapping her jeans and ripping at the zipper to get them undone. She wriggled, making Simon lift up while she lowered her jeans and panties enough to kick them off her legs. “Touch me.”

Simon groaned as his hand slipped between them, his fingers sliding into her drenched pussy. “Oh Jesus, you’re so fucking wet.”

“For you,” she answered fiercely. “So don’t tell me that no woman wants you for anything other than your money. I want you so damn desperately that I’m begging you to fuck me,” she told him furiously, trying to make him understand that what she felt was far from monetary.

She couldn’t tell him the depths of her need. She wasn’t ready to strip her soul and Simon wasn’t ready to hear it. And maybe she wasn’t ready to deal with it. But, damn it, he’d takethis.He’d takeher. Now.

Her body shuddered as his fingers glided through her tender, wet flesh, zeroing in on her throbbing clit. “Yes. Touch me.” She was lost, her body reacting to every sensation, every brush of his fingers. Her head tossed wildly as she abandoned herself to his bold, undaunted stroking.

“You’re so hot. So damn responsive. It’s so hard to believe that you want me like this. Tell me. Again,” he demanded, his strokes becoming harder, more demanding.

“I need you, Simon. Fuck me.”

“Only me?”

“Only you. You’re the only one who makes me feel like this.” And he was the only man who could make her this crazy with a simple touch. She knew it was a weakness, but at the moment, she couldn’t bring herself to care.

He reared up and tore open his jeans, yanking them down until his cock was liberated, springing out throbbing, hard and needy. “I want you so fucking much, Kara, but I’m not sure I can do this.” His voice was both passionate and angry.

She recognized his need to dominate. The cause wasn’t clear, but she knew he needed to be in control. “Hold my hands, Simon. Take control. Fuck me how you need to. I don’t care, as long as you do it now.”

She wanted to grasp that beautiful cock and put it where she most needed it, but reached her hands up and grasped both of his. Both of his hands were clenched in a tight fist, but they opened slowly and wrapped around hers. He entwined their fingers and lowered their joined hands over her head.

“Yes. You have control. I’m exactly where you want me. Now take me,” she pleaded, needing him to take her this way. She had enjoyed last night, but she wanted him to bind her and blindfold her because it was erotic and sexy, not because he needed to. Instinctively, she knew it was critical that he learn to trust in small steps, make love instead of just fuck.

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