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rim of his cock, and he sucked in another breath.
    Careful, I may come…
    “Oh, don’t tease me. I think I’d like to watch that.” The image of her going down on him, her mouth working around his length and the head of his cock bumping against her throat made his eyes cross. “But I want you inside me first. I need you.”
    He needed her. Condom rolled into place, she straddled his lap and looked at him. Can you hear me?
    Yes.
    She sank down slowly and guided him into her entrance, taking just the head, and the muscles in his throat convulsed.
    Can you feel me, Simon?
    He steadied her, hands on her hips. He wanted to bury himself in her, lose himself in her eyes. The liquid heat teasing him set his blood on fire. Yes.
    “Good.” She sank down, taking the fullness of him, and a flash pain in her thoughts had him hesitating. So big. Oh God, so big. Tight— Her teeth gritted and, when he would have urged her back up, she took the rest of him. No, it feels good. So good—pain and pleasure. Her head tilted back, the rich blue of her hair spreading against her shoulders, and she pushed up with her thighs and began to rock against him. He kissed her chest, the length of her vulnerable neck, and let her set the pace. His whole body revved, tightening with the sensuality shimmering in her thoughts.
    Every thrust brought her closer to the edge. Her buttocks clenched and she ached for his mouth on her breast. He eagerly obliged, responding to every nuance of her need. Palming her ass, he heard the flicker of thought about the taut rim of her anus. Curious, he traced a finger against the hard ring of muscles and she came, pumping and crying out. Her orgasm triggered his and he jerked her close, shouting his bliss into her mouth and her mind.

Chapter Seven
    She woke up in the hospital bed, curled onto her side, with a warm presence draped against her back. Awareness returned slowly, but the pleasant ache in her body reminded her of the midnight play and she sighed. Easing up on an elbow, she looked over her shoulder. Simon’s eyes were open, and he stared at her.
    “Creepy.” Scooting over and rolling, she propped herself up to meet his gaze.
    “What exactly is creepy?” Brows lifted in challenge, he ran a finger up her side. He must have dressed her, because she didn’t remember going up to get her pajamas. Yes, I didn’t want to embarrass you if Ilsa came in and found us both naked.
    Not going to be embarrassed. The pleasure in her belly pulsed through her, arousal and satisfaction tangling in a neat knot. How long have you been watching me?
    All night. The confession startled her. Wanted to keep the bad dreams away. The second admission filled her with a fresh flood of warmth.
    You’re better than a dreamcatcher. Not a single one made it through. She could get used to that. It was nice, but didn’t he need sleep as well?
    I’m fine. Thank you for last night.
    She opened her mouth, but a knock at the door announced Ilsa just before she opened it. “Oh.” The doctor blinked at them and her cheeks warmed to a delicate pink. “My apologies.”
    “It’s fine.” Simon soothed, sitting up and sliding off the edge of the bed. He’d found a t-shirt to go with his pajama bottoms. “I need to go shower.”
    Amanda chewed the inside of her lip, reluctant to let him go. His gaze swept over her face, and his blue eyes warmed. I’m right here if you need me. The gentle internal tap made her all dewy. He was inside—still.
    Okay.
    Ilsa scooted out of the way, and Simon passed her with a polite nod. The doctor glanced at her, an apology on her face. “I’m really sorry for interrupting.”
    “It’s okay, he’s right. We just woke up, that’s all.” She finger-combed her hair. A shower sounded wonderful.
    “How are you this morning?” Ilsa brought a blood pressure cuff over to the bed, along with her stethoscope.
    “Still kicking.” She sat for the blood pressure reading, and didn’t comment during the pulse