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“Maybe it would help to know—” his hands glide under my shirt, the warmth of his fingers against my stomach have me inhale a sharp breath. “—That there has been no one else since you,” he whispers against my ear while his hands slowly travel up my body. “For ten years, there’s been no one else. For ten years, I’ve come to the thought of us together that night, your body against mine, how tight—” he gasps just as I moan when he drags my bra down and pinches my nipples. “—You were. So fucking tight. So fucking perfect for me. I knew no other would compare. I knew my cock was only meant for you.”
I find that hard to believe that he hasn’t been with anyone else. A man like him, there’s no way.
“Don’t say things like that. Don’t lie to me,” I whisper just as he tugs the shirt over my head, leaving me in my bra.
He shucks off his shirt, showing thick muscle. Everything about him is larger, more filled out. His pecs have clear definition, his abs become more noticeable with every breath, and his arms bulge as he places them above my head, caging me in with his size.
“I am many things, Nina.” He unbuttons my pants, followed by lowering the zipper, then slides his hand under my panties until his fingers are at my clit. “But I am not a liar.” He circles my clit ever so slowly, forcing a groan from me. “I was— and am— content never having another when I have already experienced the best. I would— and will— die happily knowing I had what deserved to be mine, if only briefly.”
I wrap my hand around his wrist, my mouth parting in pleasure while his fingertips rub expertly with just the right amount of pressure on my clit. “Simon—” I gasp his name, wanting to tug his hand away while holding myself back from riding his hand.
He hums, slipping his hand further until he can feel the wet entrance. Another growl tears from him. “You’re so fucking wet for me. I bet I could slide inside you with so much ease, just like that first night. Couldn’t I?” He drags his lips across my jaw until he reaches my mouth. “Tell me.” His lips are a feather against my own as he speaks.
“Yes,” I groan, my head hitting the wall with a slight thud.
I don’t want to tell him that there hasn’t been anyone else. Not yet. I want to make him wonder just like he’s made me wonder the last ten years.
“I really dolovethat for me.” He emphasizes the word love just as his finger circles my entrance. He kisses down my neck, lightly scraping his teeth under the spot right at the base of my neck next to my collarbone.
It’s a hot spot for me and it seems Simon hasn’t forgotten.
“I’ve missed the feel of your skin, Sweet Girl. So soft,” He moans against my shoulder, his arms circling around me to lift me off my feet. Swinging me into his arms, he carries me down the hall.
The living room is simple and to my surprise, I see a picture of us when we were kids sitting on his mantle as we pass it.
The same one I always carry with me.
I turn my head, burying my face against his neck, inhaling his scent. It hasn’t changed in all the years I’ve known him. Same soap. Same cologne.
“You smell the same,” I say, kissing the side of his throat.
He kicks the door open to his bedroom to reveal a large king-sized bed. The comforter is black with matching pillows, nothing fancy, but enough to be warm at night. Grey curtains hang on the windows and to the left is a large picture of Mistletoe Creek in the middle of winter. The town is lit up with Christmas lights, the tree in the middle of town shining like a beacon.
“For someone who doesn’t love Christmas, you have a funny way of showing it.” I point to the photo.
“It isn’t the town I miss,” he admits, lying me gently on the bed. Simon turns his head, staring at something next to us and I follow his gaze, noticing one of the last pictures we took together.
My breath catches when I see us. We were a couple. The relationship status was never talked about, but we fell into it because we both knew we would always be together.
This picture was taken at the sanctuary. We were sitting on a rock and one of the lions— Leena— was rubbing her face against my body. She was— is— so heavy that she almost knocked me from the rock, but Simon caught me. We laughed so hard and that’s when Simon’s dad took the photo of us.
He turns my head, his eyes dancing over my face, and his palm cups my cheek. “You’ve been the only one, Nina. There has never been another. Do you believe me now?”
I wrap my arms around his neck, nodding as I squeeze my eyes shut. “You’ve been the only one for me too,” I admit, finding the courage to look at his cinnamon-colored eyes again. “I’ve never met anyone who comes close to you.” I reach my hand up, taking off his hat, then run my fingers through his long soft hair. When the light catches it, different shades of blonde, brown, and hints of red peek through.
It has always reminded me of a lion’s mane.
His expression changes, heat hooding his eyes, and that large hand wraps around my throat again.
Fuck.
I love it when he does that.
“Say it again,” his voice is deep and rough. “Say I’ve been the only man inside you. Say I’ll always be the only man who gets to feel the depths of you.” He tugs my jeans down, tugging them from my legs, and tosses them off the bed onto the floor.
I forget what he has said when he sits up, showing all of that muscle he has built over the years. The Adonis belt dives under the edge of his jeans and becomes more pronounced as he flicks the button free and then lowers the zipper.
“Tell me, Sweet Girl,” he orders, lowering his jeans down his hips.
