Chapter 12
O
h, man. Was she okay?
Amanda felt a tentative fingertip trace the path of her tears and smiled.
“I didn't hurt you, did I?” He sounded so worried.
She didn't want him to worry, not when she was as close to Heaven as a woman could get and still be living. “No. It just feels so
good
.” She forced heavy eyelids up and turned her head toward the sound of his voice.
He was beside her and leaning above her, propped up on one arm. “You're crying because it feels good?” His tone was one of disbelief.
“Yes.” She looked deeply into his storm-gray eyes. “Thank you. That's the most beautiful experience I've ever had.”
The worry cleared from his expression to be replaced by masculine arrogance. “There's more.”
“Not possible.”
That made him laugh. Low and husky, sending a skirl of pleasure through her when she thought all pleasure had been wrung from her body.
“Do you want me to release your arms?”
She thought about it. Everything had gone so well so far. He didn't seem disappointed and she'd experienced the most amazing sensations of her life. There was an old saying, “If it isn't broken, don't fix it.” It definitely wasn't broken.
“No.” Then she peeked at him to see if her answer had disappointed him, but he was already moving over her, pressing her legs apart with his muscular thighs.
He hooked her knees with his forearms, pulling them up, exposing her to him in a way she could not have stood with anyone else. “You wanted more, Amanda, and I'm going to give it to you.”
She remembered screaming that at some point during him making love to her with his mouth. Unbelievably, renewed desire sparked to life inside her. She thought she'd been beyond arousal, so satiated her senses could not take in any more pleasure.
She'd been wrong.
At the first tender probe of the blunt tip of his erection, her thighs quivered and the engorged tissues of her feminine core sat up and took notice. He pressed himself inside her opening, stretching her and she felt her eyes widen. “Simon?”
The tentative way she said his name made something protective expand inside him. “What, sweetheart?”
“Are you awfully big?”
“I won't hurt you.”
Her smile warmed him. “I know.”
“Trust me.” He pressed forward a little more and she sucked in air. “I'll be careful. We're going to fit just fine. We just need to take this part slow.”
“I do trust you, Simon, but I don't know how slow I can stand for you to take it.”
She still wanted him
.
Relief had only a second to make itself felt, as sexual excitement vied for his attention and won. “I want to bury myself so deeply inside you that our pelvic bones touch.”
Her inner flesh contracted at his words. “Oh, yes.”
He rocked forward, gaining another full inch and making her moan. “You feel so good, so perfect for me.”
She arched toward him, her fingers gripped around the bars of the headboard with white-knuckle intensity. “Stop playing, Simon. You said you wanted to go deep. I want all of you!”
He would have laughed at her demanding tone if he'd had enough breath. He moved again, gaining more, but she was so tight, he couldn't go farther. “Relax for me, baby. Please.”
“How?”
She sounded both bewildered and as on edge sexually as he felt.
How?
He didn't know how. It was her body.
Some of his frustration must have shown on his face because her brows puckered and her lips trembled. “I'm sorry. Iâ”
He cut off her apology with his mouth. He didn't like hearing her apologizing when she was giving him so much pleasure. When she was once again straining beneath him, he lifted his head. “Can you tighten your inner muscles?”
“I think so.” The flesh around him squeezed and he groaned. Okay, she could definitely tighten them.
“Now, try reversing that.”
Her face took on the most endearing expression of concentration. He didn't think another woman had ever been so concerned about getting it right for him. And she did get it right, all at once the pressure around him relaxed and she spread her thighs wider. He'd been afraid to press her legs that far apart, but she was incredibly limber.
Hell, she was plain incredible. He rocked into her, finishing the penetration easily now. And then he was where he had most wanted to be, sheathed by her wet, swollen tissues, his sex throbbing from the pleasure her body gave him.
Her entire body went stiff and her gorgeous brown eyes flew wide with shock. “Simon?!”
Had he gone in too far? He'd promised not to hurt her.
Her inner muscles contracted around him again and she shuddered. “So good,” she panted, and he relaxed.
Oh yeah, it felt good all right. It felt better than anything he'd ever known and he stayed perfectly still savoring the completeness of their joining. He'd been right. She fit him like her body had been made to accommodate his.
As he strained the limits of his self-control by remaining immobile, he could feel sweat soaking his back and muscle burn like he'd been doing a major workout.
“Move, Simon!” She squirmed under him, but she couldn't do much with her knees hooked over his forearms and her hands tied. She glared up at him. “Don't tease me.”
“I'm not teasing you, baby. I'm enjoying you.”
“Please move. Please, oh please, oh please . . .”
The begging did it.
He moved
. Pulling out until only the head of his sex remained in her warmth, he then surged deep with one thrust . . . two . . . three . . . and suddenly her hot, wet flesh was pulsating around him in release. She screamed, she cried, she writhed and then she demanded more again. He let go of her legs to reach between their bodies and massage her sweet spot with his thumb.
She convulsed again, her body going so taut, she lifted them both up off the bed. He went over the brink, his raw shout joining with her uncontrolled whimpers of surrender and ecstasy. They strained together for endless moments of shared rapture before she collapsed back on the bed.
He went with her, his body feeling boneless. With the last bit of strength he had, he reached above them and undid the restraints on her wrists.
“I don't think I can move them.”
His head came up at her ruefully uttered words. She didn't look upset, so he didn't think she meant he'd hurt her.
Her eyes slid shut. “I want to hold you,” she whispered on a yawn, “but I can't seem to make my arms work.”
He discovered that with the right incentive, he had reserves of energy he had not known he possessed. Reaching up, he grasped her wrists and pulled her arms gently down. When he placed them on his shoulders, she linked her hands behind his neck and hugged him to her.
It felt good.
She kissed his collarbone. “I like this.”
He sighed with pleasure. “Me too.”
He was still erect inside her, his orgasm having exhausted him, but going nowhere toward slaking the desire she engendered in his flesh.
“Thank you, Simon.”
He pulled back so he could see the sweet contours of her heart-shaped face. “
Thank you
. I've never had it so good,” he admitted truthfully.
Hershey brown eyes widened, glistening with suspicious moisture. “Really?”
He kissed her. “Really.”
“Me neither.”
For some reason that admission made him feel ten feet tall. “You liked making love with a conquering warrior, huh?”
“I adored making love with
you.
” Her fingers speared through his hair and she nuzzled his chest. “I've never climaxed before.”
The words were muffled and whispered sort of low, so at first he doubted he'd heard her correctly. “Did you just say you'd never come before?”
“Yes.” She wouldn't look at him.
He tilted her chin up with his free hand. “Say that again.”
She shook her head. “You heard me.”
“But you're so responsive!”
She attempted a shrug, but it didn't work very well with his bulk on top of her. “I never have been before.”
He liked hearing that. He didn't care if it was a totally non-PC attitude to have, but he felt like a true conqueror at her halting admission. Definitely non-PC. “You mean you've never had an orgasm with a man,” he said for clarification.
“Did I say that?” she asked, turning her face from his scrutiny.
“No.” But the alternative was unthinkable. She was twenty-seven years old, or so Jacob had informed him after the initial security check. She was divorced. She couldn't be that innocent. He felt like he'd just made love to a virgin. “But, baby, there are things . . .”
She glared up at him. “I didn't feel comfortable trying
things
, alright? If it bothers you, I'm sorry. I just thought you might like to know.”
Hell. He had offended her. “Shh.” He kissed her until all the tension that had been seeping into her limbs eased away. “It doesn't bother me. It surprised me. That's all. You are the most sensual woman I have ever been with, but I'd have to be a fool not to like knowing you had your first climax with me.”
Her smile was a little watery. “I guess that means you won't mind trying it again sometime.”
They were still intimately connected, he could feel her soft wetness clinging to him and she was talking about
sometime
as if what they were sharing right now was over. He stared down at her. Did she think this had been some casual sexual encounter, like sharing a really decadent dessert that they both might want to taste again, but nothing serious?
The hell with that.
But all he said was, “Sure.” If his tone was a little surly, she'd have to forgive him. “Sometime” could mean anything from the next time she was in Washington to the next five minutes. He knew exactly which
sometime
he intended to make happen and it wasn't some nebulous date in the future.
But first there was something he had to do.
He carefully withdrew from her body and rolled away from her. He stood up and turned away from her in pretty much the same motion, still a little leery about her seeing him in all his aroused glory. It was getting more
glorious
by the second as he contemplated how best to seduce the pocket Venus in his bed all over again.
Amanda watched Simon walk into the bathroom in a state of confusion. He'd sounded angry. Had her question made him mad? Maybe she was clinging. For all she knew, this was a one-off deal for Simon. They hadn't said anything about the future. He might want to go back to business as usual.
Maybe once had been enough for him.
He'd said she was the most sensual woman he'd ever been with, but she knew that wasn't true. Couldn't be true. She was about as sensual as a Raggedy Ann doll, but she
had
satisfied him. She knew she had. His release had been every bit as loud and wild as her own.
So, why had he vacated the bed so quickly?
Maybe she had
disappointed
him in some way.
Was she supposed to get dressed and leave while he was in the bathroom? She didn't know the protocol for this sort of thing. She felt lethargic from the surfeit of pleasure he'd given her, but she didn't think he'd appreciate coming back to find she had crawled beneath the sheets and gone to sleep in his bed. She wasn't even sure he'd want to come out and find her in the room at all.
Cold seeped into her where the heat of passion had burned so brightly just minutes ago.
She heard the sound of water running, but it wasn't followed by the distinctive patter of a shower.
What was he doing?
She sat up and scanned the room, looking for her clothes. She could see one tennis shoe over by the door, a sock on the chair by the bed and what looked like her pants in a heap of cotton on the bottom corner of the huge mattress. She got up on her knees and crawled across the bed to retrieve her pants.
When she reached them, she spied her top on the floor about a foot from the bed. She leaned over and reached for it.
“Nice view.”
Realizing exactly what he was seeing, her naked backside up in the air, she screeched and scrambled back onto the bed. She turned on her knees to face him. He looked amused, darn him.