Chapter 28
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H e’d taken her hand and tugged her into the bedroom. Carlisle had followed, more than willingly.
Though she’d decided not to stay over earlier, seeing him tense had made her rethink her stance. Seeing her own power to alleviate some of his frustrations had melted her.
He needed her.
He needed her touch.
He needed to touch her.
Simon took her into his room and didn’t turn on the light. She knew her way around now, fine in the dark, understanding that something was up, but she wasn’t ready to ask and now wasn’t the time.
He stripped her bare, his touch no longer mechanical and distant but liquid and greedy. He hadn’t waited for her fingers to find the snap on his jeans or the buttons on his shirt. He’d peeled his own clothing as quickly as he’d taken hers, leaving them both naked and the evidence of his arousal clear between them.
He touched her, everywhere, making her sigh with small pleasures and gasp when his touch sparked like a live wire. He’d licked and suckled her breasts until they were wet, then he’d stroked her core until it, too, was wet.
“Simon.” It was all she could say. Somehow, he understood what she wanted. She wanted him, she wanted him inside her, she wanted the feel of the orgasm that she knew they could share.
“No.”
What? She was leaning forward, sitting on the edge of the bed, ready to ask him, there in the dark with only faint light coming from the cracked door, why he said no .
But he pushed her back onto the comforter, and she knew it was just that he wanted his way. She let him have it. He needed that, right? Tonight had not been good to him, and he needed the release.
He traced a line down her body with his tongue and she couldn’t help herself. Her back arched, her hands reached out, grabbing at him. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. Though his tongue didn’t stop in its path, his fingers circled her wrist again and slowly pulled her hand away. He placed it against the comforter.
Carlisle didn’t pay attention to the sensation beneath her fingertips. It was just him . She’d felt it before and she hadn’t yet asked, but she felt the small ridges in the skin. She wasn’t surprised when he moved her hand just as he’d done several times before when she hadn’t paid attention. Whatever it was, he didn’t want her to touch him.
His tongue distracted her when he found her center. The hot, wet, soft feel of him licking at her core blurred her vision and scattered all rational thought. He tasted her again and again, using his tongue to drive her crazy until she called out.
“Again,” he whispered into the dark that absorbed all her cries. She was wound tense by the time she demanded he stop. She couldn’t breathe. She could barely pay enough attention as he moved up and over her, condom already in his hand .
Carlisle managed to fire one last brain cell and flip him onto his back. She took him in her mouth then, making him cry out just as she had. Gripping the length of him she stroked, hard. She sucked and licked at the tip of him until he called out again.
Reaching for her, he pulled her up and over him. If he’d intended to push into her before, he wasn’t doing that now. Instead, he rolled the condom quickly on and gripped her hips, lifting her up. He didn’t force her onto him, but held her and lifted his own hips, teasing at her much the way his tongue had.
She tried to tease him, moved her hips, made him groan, but it didn’t last long. She needed the feel of him as much as he needed her. Maybe more.
Rotating her hips until she had him centered, she fought against his hold and sank down onto him. She would have stopped halfway, but Simon bucked up under her, filling her completely until her head lifted and her back arched and she sank fully onto him.
He held her, arms straining, fingers digging into her skin, then pushed them together again. She felt her hips grind against him, trying to sink further into him. Then she leaned forward, arched her back and moved with him until she cried out as the tension that held her suddenly released.
He stroked her again and again, her cries becoming mute as her vision went blank and her orgasm completely overtook her. She was barely perceiving the world around her as she felt him buck against her one last time, his body as tight as a bow string as he came beneath her in one last thrust.
Carlisle managed to stay on her hands for a moment, maybe two. Then she collapsed against him, feeling the sweat on his skin and hers. Her body lifted and fell with the heavy motions of his chest as he fought for air.
She didn’t know how long she stayed like that, curled against him. She didn’t know how long she was liquid, only that—slowly—her body began to solidify again. He moved slightly, disposed of the condom, and encouraged her to climb under the covers with him.
Somehow, she made her limbs work enough to get there. He’d wanted her to stay, and he’d been right before: What was there for her at her place?
He hadn’t asked her to move in, he’d just asked her to stay each time she came over. Maybe she should ask for a spot for a toothbrush, but her brain couldn’t form coherent thoughts. She drifted in and out of consciousness.
“ Mew !” The tiny noise grabbed her, and she saw the light shift as the door opened just a bit more. No one was there—no one human anyway. Just Kitten, left in the living room with her paper bag, demanding attention now.
Carlisle rolled to sit up, but found the other side of the bed empty. She hadn’t been out long, she figured, maybe just a few minutes. Light came from the bathroom, the door hadn’t been shut completely. As her brain cells began to rub together, she registered the noise of the sonic toothbrush. Simon.
With a deep breath and a shake of her head, she responded to the second demanding “ Mew !”
Rolling out of bed, she dug her bare toes into the carpet and stood up. So what if she was naked? Kitten wouldn’t care and Simon said he preferred her that way. Scooping up the orange puff, she cradled the baby to her chest before thinking about the bad combination of bare skin and tiny murder mittens. “Come on, Kitten, let’s get Daddy.”
When had he become Daddy ? She reached the bathroom door and knocked, not wanting to surprise him. The door wasn’t clicked shut, but it hadn’t been wide open either.
As she pushed it open she saw that he had whirled around to face her, one hand bracing on the counter behind him, the other still holding the sonic toothbrush in his mouth. He was foamy like a rabid dog cartoon .
Carlisle forced a sunny smile onto her face. “Kitten here was calling out for you.”
“Oh, hmmph. Wahh mihh.” He motioned her away, still facing her, his butt against the edge of the old sparkly countertop.
“Come on, Kitten.” She kissed the tiny head and pulled the door closed as she backed out of the small room and left him to finish brushing his teeth.
Only when she was fully turned away did she let go of the tense hold of her expression. She could feel her eyes fly wide and her mouth drop open even as Kitten issued yet another “ Mew! ” as if asking what was wrong.
She’d caught a glimpse of his back. She hadn’t been able to really look but she understood why he didn’t want her to touch him there. He must have turned and shooed her away, forgetting that there was a mirror behind him.
She’d seen everything in the reflection.
She only hoped he hadn’t seen her real reaction on her face.