Page 82 of Rook of Ruin
Simon’s dark eyes widen slightly, and his dimples push into his cheeks. “If I could, I would fuck your sweet mouth.”
Oh. Oh fuck. I realize my mouth dropped, and I snap it shut. I did not think Simon would express himself so . . . damn well.
He watches my reaction with a smugness, and he knows I enjoyed it. “I can’t wait to watch you on your knees, your mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking until I explode. I can’t wait to be onmyknees, to get my mouth between your legs. I bet you taste so fucking good. I can’t wait to watch you squirm and scream out my name.” His hands grip my leg, not in a painful way. “I fucking hate it because, even now, I’m so close to losing control. I want to rip off your gown and bend you over the sofa. I want you, O, badly, and when you bite your lip, it makes me wonder if that’s what you do when you moan through an orgasm.”
My body is flushed.Hells.I squeeze my thighs together, and I have an immense desire to know what an orgasm feels like when it’s not of my own doing. My voice is quiet as I say, “I’ve never had one.”
He stills. We settle back into a comfortable silence, staring into the fire. “Do you want to shower off?”
“Shower?”
He grins. “Come with me.” He opens the far door into a very large bedroom and walks into his giant bathroom. A large ivorybathtub sits in the middle like in my bathroom, a door to the privy to the left, like mine. But what I don’t have is a large blue-tiled box that could fit about ten people with glass doors and a lever sticking out of the wall. “We have one in our home too.”
Our home.Simon opens the door, and I step inside, looking around. There is a blue-tiled bench and a shelf with different soaps and oils. Simon steps in after me, watching. I’m not sure what to do in here. Curiosity rears her head, and I push on the lever.
Simon reaches for me. “No—” Large amounts of rain come down on top of us. Simon laughs as it pours over us.
“A shower!” I squeal. “Like a rain shower! Why don’t they have one of these in every room? But it’s cold! How do you stand it?” I’m a soaking wet mess, grinning ear to ear in the cold shower. Simon pushes the lever further, and it begins warming up. “Oh! This is—this is wonderful.”
I raise my hands to the warm water and close my eyes. When I open them, Simon is watching me, water dripping down his handsome face. He brushes aside the hair that has fallen down onto my cheek. I step into him, trembling, then he kisses me softly, and I wrap my arms around his neck. He deepens our kiss, sweeping his arm down my back to hold me, and I open myself to him.
Simon’s kiss is demanding, his tongue twisting my mouth into oblivion. Something in me roars alive as I run my hand up the back of his neck and into his soft wet curly hair. He moans from my touch, and I ache to hear it again. Simon pushes me up against the tiled wall, then places his hands on my hips while dragging his tongue over mine. I pull back slightly, take his bottom lip into my mouth, and suck gently. His hips rock against mine, and I feel warmth between my legs.
I arch my back, wanting more friction. Simon lifts his head and takes a ragged breath, “Orlaith, what do you want?”
I want tofeel. I want more of him. “I want you. I want myhusband.”
I’m rewarded with dimples. Simon gently removes our crowns and my jewelry and sets them outside of the shower. I redden when he stares at me with pure need, and his long, thick length in the outline of his wet black pants is very noticeable.
“Simon.” My mouth goes dry, and I lean back into the wall. In one long stride, his hands are unclasping my white and silver gown, then he tosses it out the glass door. His brown eyes stare into mine before following a drop of water running from my face down to my chest. For a brief moment, I see the depths of his desire. He drags his calloused fingers down my collarbone, and then wraps them around the back of my neck and into my hair. I lean back into his hand. Simon expertly takes out the few pins holding my hair and watches it fall down my back.
“I’ve wanted to do that since our first ride in the carriage.” He visibly swallows. “You’re so beautiful.” Simon breathes out and moves forward. He bends slightly, kissing my collarbone, and his soft lips climb up my neck. My hands begin to shake as I take off his jacket, tossing it out, and slowly unbutton his shirt. His tan skin is taut against his muscles, and I watch as water drips down his scarred chest. I know most of his scars are from Kelorn, each one a horrible memory. I kiss the one by his heart, and he hisses in pleasure. I unbutton the top of his pants and try to tug them down. They don’t budge. We look at each other and laugh, then he peels them off, and my mouth drops. Between his scarred legs is a very intimidating long, hard cock. I blush furiously as I stare.
“I don’t know whether to be pleased or self conscious.” The grin he gives lets me know that he knows exactly how I am looking at him. Like a piece of fucking dessert that I can’t wait to consume.
“Pleased.” My voice is low and husky. “Very, very pleased.”
“I’m happy to know I can makemy wifevery, very, pleased.” He gives me a wicked grin.
My sheer corset feels too tight against my chest, breasts aching to be unbound and touched. Simon must read my mind because he reaches around me, loosening the ribbons on the back of my corset. When it falls, my skin pebbles, my nipples harden, my breasts are heavy with need. Simon caresses a knuckle against my nipple, then, sliding lower, crooks a finger around the thin band of fabric around my hips and pulls it down in one motion. The first brush of his fingers around my naked hips drags a guttural moan from my mouth.
Simon breathes in my ear. “I love the way you moan.”
He picks up a bar of soap and lathers it in his hands, turning me around. Gently moving my hair to the side, he kisses my neck, then applies the soap, massaging and caressing my shoulders, then my back and my ass. He pushes apart my legs with his leg, a teasing brush against my heat, and I squirm against his touch.
I breathe out slowly, shakily. Simon continues massaging and washing my legs, taking extra care of my thighs. He spins me around again and gently washes my face, kissing every inch. Simon moves lower to my neck, my collarbone, down my arms, and then to my chest. He takes great care to circle my peaked nipples with his thumbs.
“I fucking love your breasts,” he growls, then cups my breast and kisses a nipple.
My breath hitches as his tongue teases my peak. I run my hands through his wet hair, then he sucks in my nipple deep into his mouth, bites down gently, and pulls.Fuck.I suck my lip in, trying not to scream.
“O.” He pulls me into himself, his hard length so close. He grips my ass, turning off the water and leading me back into thebedroom. I shiver from the cool air, and Simon notices and grabs two towels, rubbing me down until I’m dry.
After drying himself, Simon quickly lights a fire in the marble fireplace, the warmth settling on my skin. “I’m sorry I didn’t think ahead.”
“Do you usually plan for surprise showers?” I grin as he picks me up and sets me down onto the blue velvet chaise next to the fire.
“Most of the time, I have a plan.” Kneeling by my side, he asks, “Warm enough? Do you want a blanket?” His dark brown eyes assess my body, looking for any way to make me comfortable.
