“It’s so unfair,” she whispered fiercely, scrubbing her skin with a sponge.
“Talking to yourself again, sweetheart?” Simon asked, his voice teasing as he opened the door and entered the large shower.
Sputtering as she rinsed the soap from her eyes, Kara finally cleared her vision to see the perfectly splendid form of her husband in front of her. Her breath caught as her eyes roamed up and down his body, taking in every defined muscle of his six-pack abs and rippling biceps. Simon wasn’t handsome in a conventional way, but the entire package of the man was irresistible, dark, seductive, and incredibly hot.
Sweet Jesus, he’s beautiful.
She reached out and traced the scars on his chest, a testament to just how strong Simon really was, and the power of his will to survive. Every single thing about him had always drawn her to him, lured her closer to him until they were completely entwined.
Dropping the sponge and adding soap to her hand, she offered huskily, “Would you like me to scrub your back for you?” Dear God, she needed to touch his masculine, strong, naked body. It had been way too long.
He turned obligingly without a word, and Kara stroked her soapy hands over his shoulders and back, lingering over each tense, flexing muscle. “You’re tense.” She kneaded at the contracting muscles, forcing them to relax. “What’s wrong?”
“I guess I’m still thinking about the kid. The whole situation really pisses me off. Do you know he didn’t once ask about my scars, and he wasn’t afraid of me?” he told her in a puzzled, low voice.
Kara sighed softly, loving her husband even more because he was still troubled by Timmy’s situation. While it was true that Simon could be formidable, it wasn’t intentional on his part. He was a big man, dark, and the scars on his face were intimidating, even though Kara just saw them as being part of who he was. He was also blunt, gruff, and often anti-social, although he’d changed a great deal in the last two years. “Children have good instincts,” she told him matter-of-factly. “He knew he could trust you.” She glided her palms over his rock-hard ass, feeling the muscles flex in response. Simon had the tightest, hottest butt, and she loved the feel of it under her adoring hands. “Turn,” she requested.
He swung around, and Kara was confronted with his powerful chest, and one very hard cock. Heat shot straight between her thighs, her core clenching to have his impressive length inside her. Moving her hands down his chest, she wrapped her fingers around the shaft, loving that she could make him this way.
“Kara,” Simon grunted in a warning voice.
She ignored him, lowering her body until she was on her knees, and removing her hand to let the water wash away the soap. “My turn,” she muttered greedily, grasping his ass with her hands and taking the sensitive tip of him into her mouth. Simon had missed out on any woman giving him oral sex for the first thirty-three years of his life, and she loved knowing she was the only woman who’d ever given him this kind of pleasure. And yeah, she knew it drove him completely insane.
“Fuck. Baby, I’ll come.” His desperate growl reverberated in the small, contained space.
She smiled as she took as much as she could of his length into her mouth and sucked as she pulled back.
“Christ.” Simon fisted her wet hair and took control, guiding her mouth over him faster and faster with a long, tortured groan. Kara tilted her head and watched Simon as his face contorted, water spraying onto his chest, startled when he rasped, “Not. Like. This.”
He grasped her around the shoulders and pulled her up easily, pinning her against the wall of the shower in less than a heartbeat. His chest heaved as he stood with his hands braced on each side of her head.
“I wanted to make you come,” Kara said indignantly.
“I want to come inside you, Kara. I need it right now. Jesus, woman…do you know how much I love you?” he groaned, his liquid brown eyes fixed on her face. He was still panting heavily as he added, “I don’t know how I got so damn lucky or what I ever did to have you fall in love with me and become mine forever, but I’m never letting you go, and I swear I’ll never take what we have for granted.” His voice was awed and sincere.
Kara’s eyes locked with Simon’s desperate gaze. “And here I am thinking I’m the one who’s lucky.” Kara felt damn blessed. There wasn’t a better man in the world than Simon, and he filled her heart and soul completely. “I was so alone until you came into my life.”
He speared one hand through her hair and said hoarsely, empathetically, “You’ll never be lonely again, baby.” He swallowed hard. “Promise you’ll always stay with me.”
Kara wanted to weep when she saw the flash of vulnerability in Simon’s eyes. For some reason, he’d always been afraid of losing her, and it was the last thing he needed to worry about. “We’re meant to be together, Simon. I think it was fated.” She was very rational and realistic, but she’d always felt like she and Simon had been meant to find each other. They simply…fit.
“Then destiny was real fucking good to me,” Simon replied, placing both of his hands under her ass and lifting her up against him.
Kara wrapped her legs instinctively around his hips, enraptured by how strong he was, how easily he lifted her body. She was no dainty woman, but he pinned her easily between the shower wall and his enormous body, his eyes never leaving hers.
The water was pounding forcefully against their upper bodies, but neither one of them cared. Kara wrapped her arms around his shoulders and begged, “Take me. Please. I need you.”
Simon’s eyes flared as he heard her urgency, her desperation for him. He surged into her in one powerful thrust. “Fuck, baby, you feel so damn good.”
Her head fell back against the wall of the shower, breaking their eye contact, her body already clamoring for release. “Yes. Please fuck me, Simon.” Her fingernails dug into the skin of his back, her senses whirling as she began to drown in pleasure.
“Mine,” he declared possessively, as he reared and thrust back into her again.
“Yours,” Kara moaned, her senses overwhelmed by her husband’s possessive claiming. This was what she wanted, what she needed.
“Tell me what you want,” Simon demanded.
“You,” she whimpered obligingly, loving the way Simon wanted to be reassured that she belonged to him, that she was satisfied. “Just like this. Hard. Fast. Forever.”