Page 50 of Tear Me to Pieces
And they stoke the flames doused by my worry he was about to shut me down. “That would probably be part of the equation.”
“That might be all of the equation.” Simon’s thumb continues tracing along my lower lip. “There’s no guarantees, My. We could do everything right and still might not get what you’re wanting out of this.”
“I know.” Of course I know it’s possible I might not get pregnant. I didn’t get pregnant the whole time I was married, so I recognize it might not be an easy or simple process. “But we could still try.”
Do I sound desperate? I think I sound a little desperate. And I’m not sure which part of the conversation is causing it.
I understand there’s no guarantees. That I might never get pregnant. But having sex with Simon was a given in my mind. After our two heated interactions, I assumed the physicality would be the least of the things making him pause.
After a few of the longest seconds of my life, Simon pulls in a breath and says the single word I’ve been waiting for. “Okay.”
A mixture of excitement and anticipation melts through me. “Okay.” I breathe out the word as a smile curves my lips.
But my smile slips when Simon keeps talking.
“But I have conditions.”
“Oh.” Another thing I wasn’t expecting. “What are they?”
Simon’s hand finally moves away from my chin. He holds it to the side, lifting one finger. “I’m not interested in clinical sex. If you think I’m just gonna stick it in there and get the job done, you need to back out now.”
“Umm.” I clear my throat, trying to prepare it to form words. “That’s not what I thought.” I fight for air. “What are your other conditions?”
Simon lifts a second finger. “I want you to spend six months with me before you decide this is really what you want.”
“Six months?” I don’t mean to shout, but it happens anyway.
Simon continues on like I didn’t just interrupt him. The hand on my back comes around to squeeze my hip in a possessive grip. “And I don’t just want a baby, My.” He leans in to ghost his lips across mine as his third finger lifts. “I want you.”
My eyes widen. “Me?”
“That’s right.” Another slow pass of his lips. “You. If we’re going to do this, I want you to be mine.” The hand he’s been holding up beside us slides into my hair, fingers winding through the strands. They pull tight, tilting my head back as his mouth coasts along the line of my jaw, sending goosebumps racing along my skin. He pauses when he reaches my ear, voice low. “I want all of you, My. Not just your body.”
My tongue slides out, tracing across my lips as uncertainty and doubt creep in. It’s not that I don’t want to make this deal.The problem I’m having is, I’m not sure I can deliver what he’s asking for. “I don’t know if I have anything else to give you.”
“I know, baby.” Simon nips at the lobe of my ear. “Just try. Six months. See if this is what you want.” His teeth scrape the tender spot where my jaw meets my neck. “See ifI’mwhat you want.”
That’s not really up for debate. Any woman in her right mind would want Simon. “What if I’m not what you want?”
Simon’s hand leaves my hip to palm the curve of my ass, pulling my body against his. Close enough I can’t miss the hard—and intimidating—length straining against the front of his jeans. “Does it seem like you’re not what I want?”
My eyes dip, head pulling against the grip he has on my hair as I look between our bodies to where he’s pressed against me. My gaze stays locked onto the ridge that’s surely being amplified by the layer of fabric covering it. It can’t be as big as it seems. Hopefully. “I mean as a person.”
“That’s what the six months is for.” Simon leans back, his brows pinching as he takes in my concerned expression. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“I just…” My eyes widen more when his dick seems to get even bigger the longer I stare at it. “Does the six months start now?”
That sounded way more eager than I wanted it to, but there’s no taking it back now.
“The six months starts whenever you want it to.” Simon’s hand flexes on my ass. “However you want it to.”
“We should probably figure out if we’re compatible before we get too far into this.”
I neglected to consider a lot of factors when I came up with this proposition, and one of them was the size of Simon’s cock. I’m not sure that thing will fit inside me. I’m not sure that thing could fit inside anyone.
Obviously it does, because I doubt he’s a virgin.
Thinking of Simon with another woman sends a bitter slice of jealousy cutting through me. Has my hands fisting in his shirt. Especially since I know one of the women he’s touched is the one who nearly broke him.
