“Fair enough,” she agreed with a nonchalant shrug.
Had I just failed a test?
Simone eased away from me, making sure her body brushed mine and started to leave, but I snatched her hand.
“Maybe you should stick around this time,” she suggested over her shoulder.
“You mean… you want me to stay?” I was trying to manage my enthusiasm at the thought. Last night, I’d allowed myself to imagine lying next to her, touching her body, making her moan my name, only to have those hopes splintered.
“Yeah,” she confirmed, with a timid shrug and a sly smile. “I told you: you’re my inspiration. If you’re there, I may be able to work out a few more… scenes.”
My heart lurched as thoughts of several scenes flashed into my mind. “You write erotic romance, right?”
She grinned.
“Then I’ll help with whatever scenes you need.”
Our tour ended soon after that and I gunned my car down the highway. When Simone asked why I was going so fast, I told her that it was because she needed to write, and she laughed. The entire drive, my hand was on her body, sneaking up and down her smooth skin: from the top of her sexy thigh-high boots and just under the hem of her stylish shirtdress.
Her thighs trembled and clenched.
My dick pulsed and jumped. I wanted to be inside of her slick heat more than I’d ever wanted anything in my entire life. I could barely contain myself or the speedometer.
‘You don’t think you’re moving too quickly, Jaxson? Or maybe I should be calling you Evan…’
The thing Dinah had said earlier crashed into my mind, but fuck that. She was smart enough to know the truth: that I was there to claim Simone Storm and make her my own forever. And no, I wasn’t moving too quickly. The truth was, I was very mindful of my timing and I wasn’t moving fast enough. Simone had my dick so stiff if I didn’t pick up the pace it would burst.
I stepped on the gas.
When we got to the hotel room, Simone led me across the threshold by the hand. My heart expanded a million times its original size and the urge to taste her mouth again, in addition to the rest of her body, blitzed me. The flickering flame had long since transformed into a raging blue blaze. I’d kissed her exactly two times and her taste loitered on my tongue. I wanted to be drunk off her, but to reach that state, I needed a lot more.
Simone closed the door and pulled me deeper into the room.
I tightened my hand around hers and jerked her back into me, savoring the feel of her breasts crushing against my hard chest. Images of what they might look and taste like filled my senses. I couldn’t gulp away the groan that rose in my throat, even if I tried.
I dropped my mouth to her throat and her head tipped back. Her luscious lips fell open. I slid my hand from the base of her neck up to her chin and angled her head so I could have unrestricted access to this part of her body. I trailed my tongue over her flesh, eyes rolling away.
She shivered. “Help me write, Jax,” she requested in a seductive whisper. “Spark my muse.”
“I’ll do more than spark your muse, Simmy.” I’m about to light up your entire world.
My mouth latched onto hers and I explored its sultry depths. My dick jerked, searching for the wet entrance between her thighs. Euphoria weakened me as I thrusted my tongue deeper into her mouth and raked my hands over her body.
“Jaxson,” she whimpered with unfiltered desire.
“Call me Evan, sweetheart,” I begged pulling away to look into her eyes.
“You… wanna’ role play?” She searched my face.
“We can call it that,” I agreed. “It’ll help with the scenes we’re about to create.”
Simone took the back of my head, and when her nails raked through my hair, I almost lost my breath. “Okay, Ev,” she said, flashing me a sexy grin. “You’ve got the stage. Fuck me hard, like you did to my heroine in Book One.” She tipped her lips to my burning ear and whispered, “Make me scream your name until I’m hoarse. Tell me that you love me.”
I knew that scene, in and out; had read it a million times. Was that what she wanted?
Fuck!
Simone trailed her finger over my jaw, and I quivered.
Simone Storm, are you playing with me, or do you finally know?
Her hands slid up my chest until her fingers ran through my beard. I wanted her to scrape her nails over my body – leave marks on my flesh. I wanted her to mark me as her territory, because I belonged to her. There could never be another woman.
Do you know, Simmy?
Air releasing from my nostrils made my chest deflate and I kissed her, long and deep. Our tongues twisted and turned as I caught my fingers up in her hair. “Your wish is my command,” I rasped. “Chapter One.”
My hand dropped, but this time I didn’t stop at the hem of her garment. My fingers traveled upwards until the sensual heat emanating from between her center blasted me. I slipped her panties to the side – lace – and slid two fingers between her damp, swollen lips, dipping them in and out of her body.
My teeth grabbed my bottom lip. “Fuck, Simmy…” My eyes were heavy as I glared at her. “Is all of that for me?”
“It’s for Evan,” she replied, eyes flashing.
I grunted, more satisfied with her answer than she knew.
My fingers glided deeper into her molten cave and I teased her clit with my thumb. This made her face contort into the cutest grimace I’d ever seen, and she wrapped her leg around my waist, greedy. The shirtdress bunched, allowing me to see everything. Her thighs were thick, ass plump. Her pussy – the one I was slow-fucking with my digits, almost bare and shining with her creamy essence. Moisture coated my fingers. The sopping sounds of her moisture slammed against my eardrum. I was torn between licking her dry and sliding my jutting length into her tight hole.
Fuck, Simone Storm…
I stroked my fingers in and out of her until her breathing turned rapid and her sex clenched. Moments later, her leg tightened and she spasmed with a volcanic eruption.
“Oh, fuck, Evan,” she rasped. Her juices cascaded into my palm, and I pressed it against her pussy, steadying her release. Then I licked my hand.
“Mmm… Simmy, you taste nice,” I praised her. “Chapter Two,” I growled.
With one swift movement, I lifted her off the ground and deposited her onto the bed. There were so many things I could do to her right now, so many scenes she’d already written; but I hadn’t come to rewrite the past. I was there to pen a new story.
I released the belt of her shirtdress and made quick work of undoing the buttons. Simone leaned forward, still trying to catch her breath, and lifted my t-shirt over my head. When she saw my bare body, she gasped and my abs clenched, desperate for her touch.
“Touch me, Simmy. Don’t make me beg.”
“I don’t think I could, even if I wanted. You’re so damn sexy,” she muttered. “No wonder all the girls want you…”
“I only want one girl to want me,” I admitted, throat tight.
Her eyes ripped to mine and I peered at her, hoping, praying…
Suddenly, a knock at the door sliced into the moment and Dinah’s voice rang out. “Storm, are you there?”