Chapter Ten
S imon parked on the road out front of the nice duplex block that was set back on a huge allotment.
Eva’s place.
There was no car in the drive, but that didn’t mean much as the garage door was down. She could have her ute in there.
The storm was just as bad here in Bialga as at home. He’d checked the weather app on his phone and was surprised to see a huge storm front stretching halfway up the damned state.
He swore under his breath at the lack of an umbrella. It was time he bought a new one, even if he just left it in the ute. He’d just started to dry out a little, and now he’d have to get drowned again.
He grabbed the purse and locked his car door—the old-fashioned way, since it was vintage and had no key fob—and bolted for the front door.
His clothes were plastered to him, and his hair flattened against his head by the time he got to the small porch area that partially shielded him from the pelting deluge.
Pressing the delicately lit doorbell that sat on the wall above a manicured shrub in a fancy pot, he waited after the loud chime sounded somewhere inside.
He flicked his head down and shook his hair to try to get the worst of the moisture out of it, then scruffed it back out of his face, glancing around while he waited. The duplex was in a nice area of town. Not so new that there was nothing in the yards, but new enough that it looked fresh and clean and upmarket. Tasteful landscaping included shrubs and small trees that looked like they must have been an advanced size when planted.
The slight squeak of a door opening behind him had him spinning to face a delicious Eva in an olive-green wraparound dress that looked soft enough to touch.
Damn, she’s beautiful.
He swallowed noisily, suddenly nervous.
Stop it. You’re just returning her damned property.
Surprise washed over Eva’s face, fast followed by what looked like… pleasure.
“Simon!”
He held up her purse in front of the security screen. Her dark eyes focused on it, making her go almost cross-eyed in front of him as she unlocked the door.
He fought the chuckle that wanted out. It was cute, dammit!
Those eyes widened.
“It was on the ground at the Cow site. I got there just as this mess started. Max was just leaving. Must’ve fallen out of your car. Thought I’d drop it off for you.”
She hurriedly opened the door and motioned him inside. He toed off his sneakers in the small entryway and faced her, holding out the leather purse.
“Thank you so much, Simon. I didn’t even realise I’d lost it. That would’ve caused some problems this weekend! Matty’s staying at Mum’s, and I was supposed to go out with my friend Samantha tonight to that outdoor event I told you about, but I think this rain has destroyed that idea.”
He’d remembered. And he may have also bought a ticket in case he decided to just show up. Not to be creepy or anything, but she’d seemed to be hedging around the subject of him going when they’d spoken the day before, but Alex had interrupted before she’d gotten to the point, dragging her off to look at something on the plans. By the time she’d come back, Darby and Gabe had shown up to have a look at how things were progressing, and he hadn’t wanted to quiz her in front of them.
Then he’d really messed up by sleeping in this morning.
She eyed him dripping onto her floorboards, then grabbed his hand and dragged him down the hall to a large bathroom. She flicked the light switch and two soft lights flared to life on either side of the vanity unit.
Grabbing a towel, she handed it to him. Simon wiped his face and scrubbed it through his hair.
The buttons on his shirt popped apart rapidly. He jerked back, surprised.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting you out of that wet shirt. Your skin is like ice! You need to get warm. Why didn’t you have an umbrella?”
Simon shrugged, suddenly amused. “Don’t currently own one.”
Bemused, he let Eva strip the dripping shirt from his shoulders and throw it over the side of the tub beside them, excitement flaring to life deep in his belly. His thoughts tumbled to a halt when she snapped the button of his jeans open and shoved at his wet pants before he could react.
Eva gasped as his cock sprang free, the thick length already starting to harden due to her touch.
Her wide eyes were glued to it. Simon dragged in a deep breath and clenched his hands at his sides, not moving. His cock twitched as she stared, thickening more under her heated gaze.
“Y-you’re not wearing …”
He almost laughed. “Ah, no. I’m not. Wasn’t exactly expecting to be stripped naked today.”
He knew he should be mortified—at the very least shocked—but he couldn’t dredge up more than a nervous bewilderment, which surprised even him.
Eva swallowed noticeably, her expressive eyes flicking up to his, the high colour on her cheeks telling him exactly how embarrassed, or shocked, she really was.
Probably shocked that she’d gone there and actually undressed him, more than anything else.
“I, ah…” She bit her bottom lip and his cock responded, now at full attention.
He felt caught in a strange limbo, not knowing which way was up.
“You gonna do anything here, or am I gonna try to get these jeans done back up?”
Desire flooded her face, intense and obvious.
Well, now.
He dropped the towel, leaned forward and slid his hand behind her head, giving her plenty of time to move away, trying to desperately ignore the fact his pants were wide the hell open, and paused a breath above her lips.
“I’m going to kiss you, Eva. If you don’t want that, say so now.”
Beautiful eyes widened further, if that was possible, as if she was more shocked that he’d kiss her than the fact his dick was out for all to see.
“I want you to kiss me, Simon. Please .”
Relief and excitement flooded him as he closed the last couple of centimetres, his lips gently touching her soft ones.
His breath left him in a rush as shivers exploded over his body.
Yes .
His mouth moved and she pushed forward, opening hers to kiss him back.
Hell, yes.
He responded, pushing her back against the vanity behind her as his tongue touched hers. Eva grabbed his shoulders, then slid her arms up around his neck. He couldn’t help the groan that surfaced as she pressed flush to his body.
His mostly naked body.
Heat washed his blood in desperate fire as she squirmed against his front. He reluctantly pulled his mouth from hers and rested his forehead on hers.
“You keep that up, we’re gonna need a condom, and I don’t have any.”
Her fingers tightened in his hair. Determination creased her face. “I do,” she whispered. “In the drawer behind me.”
All air seemed to cease existence. She wanted him. Wanted this .
He reached around her.
“Top drawer.” Her voice seemed to almost disappear.
Sure enough, a new packet of condoms sat behind some make-up, the wrapper still on. The crackle as he unwrapped them appeared unusually loud in the bathroom, echoing in a strange way. Pulling a string out, he tore one off and left the rest on the countertop.
Straightening, he pressed it into Eva’s hand. “Finish undressing me. Take my pants off,” he whispered.
Hands shaking, she yanked at the wet fabric of his jeans and pulled them down his legs. Simon kicked them off, and his soggy socks along with them, and stood fully naked in front of her.
“Good God,” Eva murmured as she looked him over. “You’re beautiful.”
A strangled laugh left him. “Not what I thought you’d say, but I’ll take it.” He swallowed to relieve the tightness in his throat. “Now put it on me.”
He watched as she tore the plastic wrapper and placed the condom on his tip and tried to not move or make a single sound, when all he wanted to do was writhe in pleasure at that small, intimate touch.
She wrapped her hand around him and rolled the condom down slowly. Simon gritted his teeth and fought the moan that left his mouth without permission.
“Fuck that feels good.”
She reached the base and stroked back up to the top.
Simon pounced. His mouth hit hers and he shoved her back against the vanity, touching, tasting, his hands going everywhere. He ground his hips into her belly and relished the sounds leaving her throat. He kissed down her neck to her shoulder, then spun her to face the vanity and the huge mirror on the wall above it.
He stared at her in the reflection and reached up to her hair, into that thick mess of a bun that she constantly twisted it into.
“First things first. This goes.” He undid the tie gently and couldn’t help the satisfaction that curled through him as the thick mass fell over his hands and down her shoulders. “Hmm. Much better.”
Stroking his hands through her hair, he finger-combed it back off her face and pushed it over one shoulder to sit on her breast. “I’ve wanted to see this down since the beginning.”
Surprise widened her eyes. He ignored it and leaned in to kiss her neck from behind, his hands going to the front of her dress where it crossed over those gorgeous breasts.
“And I need to see these.”
He tugged at the stretchy fabric and pulled it to either side, letting her breasts spill out the front, still encased in a sexy black-lace bra. He watched his hands as he licked up her neck, then saw the centre closure, grinning in delight. He wouldn’t have to try to wiggle her out of the damned thing.
Snapping the plastic closure open, he tugged the lace to either side and growled as lightly freckled, pale skin was revealed to his eyes.
Nipping at her ear, he cupped a breast in each hand and massaged the gorgeous mounds. Eva gasped and jerked in his hands, a low moan reaching his ears. He couldn’t help it, he ground his cock into her ass as he did, his eyes almost rolling back in his head at the pure bliss running over his entire body. He wanted her to touch him. Stroke him. Taste him. He almost moaned at the thought. But that would have to wait.
“Perfect,” he murmured, his gaze fast on his hands in the mirror. He caught her nipples between his thumbs and fingers, playing, tugging as she rubbed her ass against him.
“Don’t be naughty,” he chided, then grinned when she stopped dead.
He let go of her breasts with difficulty and yanked the skirt of her dress up over her hips, hooked his fingers into her knickers and dropped them to her feet.
He slipped his hand around the curve of her hip and belly and down between her legs.
“Simon!” she gasped, jerking against him, pushing his hard length against bare flesh this time. Shivers encompassed his entire body from the base of his skull to his heels as he slipped his fingers into her wet warmth then up over her clit.
“Hmm?”
He watched her carefully in the mirror and shuddered at the pleasure radiating across her face, unable to help it, his body so highly wound that even the thought of what they were about to do was enough to send him to the edge.
He grabbed her hands and placed them on the rim of the vanity counter, curving her fingers over it.
“Hold on to this,” he rasped. He glanced down and shivered. He was so damned turned on. This woman did things to him he’d never expected. Pushing his cock down between her legs, he pressed forward to rub himself over her sex.
Hell, yes.
Eva bit her lip and let out a soft moan as he stroked. He caught her gaze in the mirror, grabbed her hips to tilt her ass toward him, notched himself to her entrance, and pushed .
Eva cried out and her eyes flew wide. His own did the same as he sank deep inside her. He couldn’t make a coherent sound, his lips parted, his breath escaping on a sigh. His hands still tight on her hips, he slowly started to move.
He kept her gaze tight with his own and forced his voice to work. “Watch what your body does to me. Watch me come, Eva. I wanna watch your face when you come, too.”
She jerked a nod then bit that pouty bottom lip into her mouth. He almost lost control. He loved how she did that. He’d imagined her doing it in pleasure, and now she was, and it was doing him in, big time. Her eyes fluttered, as if wanting to close.
“Don’t you dare close your eyes. Watch me. Watch us .” He sank deeper and groaned. “So freaking amazing. Do you like how we fit, Eva?”
She nodded fitfully and small sounds escaped her with each push of his body into her tight, wet heat. He’d known she would blow his mind; and here he was, nearly blissed out of his brain at just entering her.
“Simon, you feel so… so mmm ,” she breathed. Shivers rippled over her skin. He could see them erupt down her arms and over her hips.
He barked amusement. “ Mmm is good?”
She nodded jerkily. She gripped the edge of her vanity counter, knuckles white as she pushed back against him, wanting more, her breath panting.
“I like mmm . I want more mmm .”
His bark of amusement turned into real laughter. “Babe, I’ll give you as much mmm as you can handle.”
He reached around and cupped her breasts again, almost groaning at the feel of them in his hands while she was wrapped around his length, and pulled her back against him. He sped up, his hips snapping, pumping now, not the slow glide of before. His rhythm bounced her each time he thrust.
Desire warred with surprise in her hungry gaze, and she rasped, “You’d better. I want more. More of you .”
Simon stopped suddenly, breathing hard. His hands on her breasts clenched. He stared at her, the thrill of excitement at her words nearly undoing him.
She hadn’t broken contact with his eyes. “I want that too,” he admitted.
He hauled her upright in front of him, her back pulling hard against his front. His cock slipped but didn’t fully pull from her. He circled her neck with his hand and stared at her reflection, his other hand sliding down her front to inch her skirt up to her hips.
“See how we are together? How we fit?” He watched her gaze track downward. Her spread legs; his thick length visible where he pushed into her. “How you take me…” He nuzzled her ear and licked down her neck. “You do things to me I never thought possible, Eva.”
He slipped his finger over her clit and stroked slowly. Eva jerked against him, her face flushed, her mouth parted as she moaned loudly. He cupped her head with his other hand and turned her toward him, taking her mouth in a soul-searing kiss.
He ground desperate words out against her mouth as he rocked inside her. “You devastate me.”
Eva pulled back, her mouth slipping slowly from his. She searched his face, then a small smile lit her eyes.
Simon pulled out fully and dropped her skirt. “Where’s your bedroom?”
Eva grabbed his hand and hauled him after her at breakneck speed, out of the bathroom and down the hallway to the room at the far end.
He almost laughed. Almost. He would have if he wasn’t so intent on the final outcome, too.
Her, naked in bed, beneath him.
He looked up to see the king-size four-poster, and grinned.
Now we’re talkin’.
Plenty of room to get frisky.
They reached the bed and Simon spun her to face him, stripped her dress and bra, then grabbed her and dumped her into the centre of the bed, climbing up to follow her on all fours.
Open bewilderment stared back at him and all he could do was grin at her.
“Open your legs for me.”
Eva lay back on the mound of soft pillows and did as he commanded. He rumbled in satisfaction at the sight of her before him. He knelt between her thighs and lowered himself until their bodies were flush with his hips pressed to hers.
Eva sucked in a startled breath.
So damned sexy .
Her legs widened further, settling him right where he wanted to be.
Eva slid her hands to his ass and massaged. Simon moaned and jerked against her. Gasps and moans peppered the air as he rubbed his cock over her.
“Fuck, babe.” He pressed his mouth to hers then kissed her forehead. “Just… fuck.” He flexed his hips a little, and his length slipped between her folds. She gasped as he slid over her clit, then lifted his torso to bend and take a nipple into his mouth. She bucked beneath him, and he ground against her in response.
Her nails dug into his sides sending shivers coursing down his spine.
“Simon, I… You feel so good. I want…”
He huffed a laugh into her skin and grabbed her thigh, then hauled her leg up over his arm as he shifted position. He lifted to place his weight on one arm and looked down, watching as he rubbed his cock against her. Goosebumps erupted all over him and shivered down his body.
She writhed beneath him.
“ Please ,” she moaned.
He kept up that slow glide over her, stroking her clit with his cock, trying to keep the lid on his own rapidly decreasing control; teasing her, teasing them both by withholding what they both wanted. “Please what?”
She stared up at him. Pleading eyes stared out of her pleasure-filled face.
“I need more.”
Simon grinned and chuckled as Eva grabbed his hips. He nodded, his hair falling forward over his face. Her breathing hitched and her fingernails dug into his ass as he tilted his hips and shuddered.
Shoulders shaking, his breath became uneven and sharp. He reached between them and pushed his cock lower to touch her entrance. Deep and gravelly, his voice sounded like it belonged to someone else. “Here?” he teased.
“Yes!” She slid her hands up his back and he arched into her touch. She stroked him down to his ass and another shudder rippled over him.
Simon gave up all pretence of playing as Eva grabbed his ass, hauled him on top of her properly and bucked hard under him, driving him deep. Simon moaned loudly and thrust, grinding his cock as deep as it could go, his whole body convulsing as he pumped hard, his hips pistoning into her, faster and faster. His breath sawed into his lungs; his focus intense as he gave her what she’d asked for.
“Come with me,” he growled against her ear.
Eva arched and cried out. She clawed at his back as she clamped down hard on him. She screamed, her back arching. Liquid, molten lightning erupted through his body and speared his brain as his muscles stiffened and he cried out as he came. His hoarse cry of absolute pleasure into the pillow beside her head made her clench him even tighter.
“ Eva! ”
She shuddered under him as he kept going, plunging, stroking, sliding. He groaned, his whole body taut above her; short, sharp thrusts keeping him locked deep. He buried his face into her shoulder as she whimpered into his neck.
“ Yes ,” he whispered. “ Yes .”
Eva wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her heels to his ass, keeping him buried deep. He was still hard. How, he had no idea. He felt too good, too intense, too much ; but nowhere near enough.
He dragged in great lungfuls of air, needing the oxygen. Eva seemed to be having the same problem. His arms shook as he tried to lift his torso from her. His body trembled like unset jelly. He finally managed to push up; a strange mix of sheer, undiluted bliss and nervousness flooding his veins.
He swallowed and managed to get enough air to speak. “Well, wow.”
Eva blushed, the heat rising in her face to match the slow, slumbering burning of his blood. “Wow isn’t in the same postcode.”
Simon chuckled and touched her cheek. “I love it when you blush. It makes you look like you do when you’re coming. Makes me want to…” He moved slightly, giving a short, sharp thrust. “Do that.”
*
Eva’s eyes widened in shock. “How are you still hard?”
He shrugged. “I’m not, not really. I think if I tried to keep going things might deteriorate quite fast and really be embarrassing.” He pushed her sweaty hair from her face then reached between them and pulled out. “Give me ten minutes though, and I’m pretty sure I could make you scream again.”
Simon lifted his head, the intensity in his eyes shaking her to her foundations.
Eva didn’t know if she should be embarrassed that he’d phrased it like that—because in all honesty, she had screamed—or take him up on the offer.
Full-blown laughter erupted from him, she assumed at the expression on her face. She couldn’t help staring at him, at the relaxed happiness looking back at her. He leaned down and kissed her neck.
“But Eva, that’s exactly what you did. You clenched on me and held me tight while we both came.” His sexy words rumbled into her neck, sending shivers scattering all over her body.
“It’s not my fault you have a magic cock,” she whispered.
Her comment had the desired effect and he laughed again. He rolled onto his back beside her and stretched his arms to touch the headboard of the bed.
“I guess I should take my magic cock and go find the shower, yeah?” Amused blue eyes glittered in the dim light of her bedroom. “If you give me a few minutes, I’d be happy to go again if you’re up for round two?”
The smile drifted from his face. “I know I can tend to be a bit irreverent, but I’m not trying to make light of what happened. I didn’t expect this. I actually am having a bit of a hard time believing you let me into your bed. Particularly after my meltdown a while back.”
Eva rolled and shifted up onto one shoulder, her hair falling down to the duvet.
“That was necessary. That was about you . This was about us . I’m always here for you, Simon. Whenever you need someone to talk to. Even if it’s about…”
His eyes softened with what looked like affection—for her . That in itself was almost enough to lay her flat.
“Amy. Her name was Amy.”
Eva nodded. “Amy. The pain won’t go away. It just lessens so that we can deal with it better. You should never feel bad or embarrassed about it. You loved her. She was your wife. If you hadn’t loved her, and if her death hadn’t affected you, you wouldn’t be the type of person I’d want to be with.”
At Simon’s contemplative look, she rushed on, “Not that we are together! I know it was just sex. I don’t mean to say that, to push you or anything—”
Simon’s finger pressed against her lips. “Don’t panic. I’m not going to run screaming because you said that.” He shrugged one shoulder and picked up a long curl, twirling it around his finger. “We can take it a day at a time. I like you. I liked you from the beginning.”
He looked up suddenly, his gaze piercing. “It wasn’t just sex. I don’t do just sex . I haven’t since I was, heck, I haven’t done that in over fifteen years. I’m not going to start now. I know you have responsibilities, and I’m not going to be one of those people who breeze into someone’s life, make a huge mess, then piss off.”
“You mean Matty?”
He took a deep breath and trailed his fingers through the ends of the hair he’d been playing with. “Yes. If we decide to go ahead from here, it’s with full knowledge of what that means in every aspect of our lives. I would never deliberately hurt you, or your son. It might take me a while to get my head around starting something new, but I’ll do my damnedest.”
He sat up and pulled her with him. Eva tried to cover her belly and her boobs, but gave up in disgust. It wasn’t like she could hide herself from him, and he’d already seen it all.
That knowledge didn’t stop her feeling self-conscious, though.
Simon grabbed her hands. Heat flooded her face, and she couldn’t quite meet his gaze.
“Eva?”
She bit her lip.
“Look at me. Please.”
Eva glanced at him and was surprised to see the seriousness in his expression. “I don’t know who made you feel like this about your body, but I can guess.” He dropped his gaze to slowly look over her, then raised them to meet hers again. “But I will never do that. I like you the way you are. You make me hot— the way you are .” He gestured to his body, and her eyes widened at the evidence hardening in front of her. “I find you incredibly sexy. I love your curves. And the fact that you just let me do that with you? Hell. I can’t wait to show you all the things I want to do with you— to you. I know it will take time for you to believe me, but hey, I’m not going anywhere. That is, if you want to try this. Us.”
The way he said those words almost melted her heart into a gooey mess. She fought the shock running through her veins. He actually meant it.
A sex-on-a-stick hot guy like him meant it.
A slow smile began to widen her mouth. She threw her arms around Simon’s neck, and he fell back onto the bed, laughing, his arms wrapping around her waist to hold her.
“Yes. I want to try. I really, really want to try.”
What looked like relief washed over his face. “That’s good. Because I don’t just like you, Eva Adams. I really, really like you.”