a lot of unanswered questions. She peered up at him, wondering if he noticed the holes in his own story, but Simon gazed past her distantly, as if he were an ocean away. His face was contorted in remorse, and Cara knew he believed every word of what he had just told her. If there were holes in the story, they weren't his.
"But then you came along…" Simon continued, startling her from her thoughts. "And the strangest of circumstances forced us together. I've never met someone so combative, so fierce, in all my travels up and down the world. I thought my days of discovery had ended when I vowed to lock myself away. Yet here you are, despite my best efforts. And I feel as if I am slowly but surely coming back to life once more."
He looked at her then in awe, and Cara found she couldn't help herself any longer—she leaned in, and caught the familiar part in his lips with hers. The sensation of their mouths meeting flooded her with warmth, and she forgot all about the rain outside. Simon was kissing her back immediately, ardently, as if he had only been biding his time with his story—as if any moment shared between them was only in anticipation of the next time they came together.
The injured man pulled her onto his lap, and Cara followed, stripping herself out of her rain slicker and thrusting Simon's own coat down his squared shoulders. She broke from the kiss and dropped her lips to the column of his throat, nipping and sucking as she rocked her hips against his beneath her. Simon gasped into her hair and clutched at her waist, and she could feel him rising already to the occasion; the crotch of his pants swelled, exciting a deep, molten feeling in her core. She couldn't help herself: she needed him, now, and she had every indication that the Englishman needed her the same.
His hands hesitated no more. He unzipped the front of her rain-soaked jeans and hooked his thumbs in the waistband as he teased them down her hips; Cara wiggled sensuously atop him to aid in their descent. The tantalizing patches of skin revealed beneath her jeans were flushed and red with cold; once he had her pants off her, Simon struck her backside with the flat of his hand. Cara arched against him with a cry of startled pleasure, throwing her head back over her shoulder to watch the pale handprint fade away. The offending hand returned to grip the swell of her ass in a greedy handful, parting and massaging her as she rocked atop him. Cara shuddered, loving every minute of the unexpected exploration. She threaded her arms over her head and yanked her shirt off as Simon pulled her against him.
The moment between them felt heated, almost feverish, but she knew she would have to be careful—he was injured, after all. Fortunately, there were parts of him that were still extremely functional, and Cara intended to take full advantage of them. She pushed her breasts insistently against the damp fabric of Simon's shirtfront, distracting him with the swell of her cleavage over her black bra as she dipped her hand between them. The man gave an appreciative groan as her dexterous fingers worked him free. There wasn't anything to be done about his clothes in this position, but Cara didn't mind—she was desperate to have him by any means necessary. The hand that gripped her rear steered her against him as her own hand encircled and stroked his thick, smooth length.
Simon groaned again, this time deep in his throat, and rested his head back against the cave wall, his eyes falling shut. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state despite his dominating grip on her excited Cara, and she stroked him again, fingers applying a teasing pressure to his throbbing cock. Simon moaned and bucked beneath her, his eyes half-opening to look at her.
"If you don't get on now, I will break my
"But then you came along…" Simon continued, startling her from her thoughts. "And the strangest of circumstances forced us together. I've never met someone so combative, so fierce, in all my travels up and down the world. I thought my days of discovery had ended when I vowed to lock myself away. Yet here you are, despite my best efforts. And I feel as if I am slowly but surely coming back to life once more."
He looked at her then in awe, and Cara found she couldn't help herself any longer—she leaned in, and caught the familiar part in his lips with hers. The sensation of their mouths meeting flooded her with warmth, and she forgot all about the rain outside. Simon was kissing her back immediately, ardently, as if he had only been biding his time with his story—as if any moment shared between them was only in anticipation of the next time they came together.
The injured man pulled her onto his lap, and Cara followed, stripping herself out of her rain slicker and thrusting Simon's own coat down his squared shoulders. She broke from the kiss and dropped her lips to the column of his throat, nipping and sucking as she rocked her hips against his beneath her. Simon gasped into her hair and clutched at her waist, and she could feel him rising already to the occasion; the crotch of his pants swelled, exciting a deep, molten feeling in her core. She couldn't help herself: she needed him, now, and she had every indication that the Englishman needed her the same.
His hands hesitated no more. He unzipped the front of her rain-soaked jeans and hooked his thumbs in the waistband as he teased them down her hips; Cara wiggled sensuously atop him to aid in their descent. The tantalizing patches of skin revealed beneath her jeans were flushed and red with cold; once he had her pants off her, Simon struck her backside with the flat of his hand. Cara arched against him with a cry of startled pleasure, throwing her head back over her shoulder to watch the pale handprint fade away. The offending hand returned to grip the swell of her ass in a greedy handful, parting and massaging her as she rocked atop him. Cara shuddered, loving every minute of the unexpected exploration. She threaded her arms over her head and yanked her shirt off as Simon pulled her against him.
The moment between them felt heated, almost feverish, but she knew she would have to be careful—he was injured, after all. Fortunately, there were parts of him that were still extremely functional, and Cara intended to take full advantage of them. She pushed her breasts insistently against the damp fabric of Simon's shirtfront, distracting him with the swell of her cleavage over her black bra as she dipped her hand between them. The man gave an appreciative groan as her dexterous fingers worked him free. There wasn't anything to be done about his clothes in this position, but Cara didn't mind—she was desperate to have him by any means necessary. The hand that gripped her rear steered her against him as her own hand encircled and stroked his thick, smooth length.
Simon groaned again, this time deep in his throat, and rested his head back against the cave wall, his eyes falling shut. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state despite his dominating grip on her excited Cara, and she stroked him again, fingers applying a teasing pressure to his throbbing cock. Simon moaned and bucked beneath her, his eyes half-opening to look at her.
"If you don't get on now, I will break my
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