A REASON FOR MARRIAGE

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Sara collapsed back against the pillows, her smile dreamy as she held out her arms to him. “Come up here.”

Simon kissed his way slowly up her body. “Now I can say with full authority that you are truly beautiful all over,” he assured her gruffly.

“I want you inside me, Simon. I need you inside me,” Sara invited huskily.

“Please.”

Simon chuckled his satisfaction as he moved over her, his smile fading as her hand moved down between them and he felt her fingers close about him before she guided him in. He groaned as he slowly entered her, inch by pleasurable inch, until he was sheathed to the hilt. Which was the moment when Simon’s already shaky control broke completely, and he captured her mouth with his as he began to thrust into her with long, claiming strokes, her tightness rippling and clenching about him as he drove into her fully again and again. He wrenched his mouth away from hers and cried out as her hands caressed the length of his back. Her fingers suddenly dug into the flesh of his backside, and the intensifying ripples of her body told Simon that she was about to climax for a second time.

And he intended to go with her this time.

He thrust harder, longer, allowing his control to slip completely, shooting hotly down the length of his shaft in a long and satisfying release that shook him to his very soul-and his pleasure was intensified by knowing he had taken Sara with him as her cries matched his own.

“Wow.” Sara gave a satiated chuckle at the understatement.

Simon’s head lay pillowed against the fullness of her breasts, and both of them were breathing raggedly in the aftermath of their earth-shattering lovemaking. It had certainly been earth-shattering for Sara, and Simon’s exclamation gave her every reason to believe he had been equally affected.

“Was it worth suffering a sleepless night for?” she teased.

“Most definitely,” Simon assured her with feeling, knowing there had been no ghosts from the past standing between them this morning-just the two of them making exquisite, perfect love. It had been a lovemaking of such tenderness of feeling, with an intensity of pleasure Simon had never experienced before…

Sara tensed in his arms. “Simon-”

“I believe, if I wish us to spend the rest of the day in bed together, that it is time I fed you.” He lightly interrupted the uncertainty of her tone, sitting up and swinging his legs off the side of the bed and standing up.

“The rest of the day…?” she repeated slowly.

Simon chuckled at the contrasting emotions of surprise and anticipation he could see in those expression golden eyes. “You did not think that I would allow you to leave after making love with you only once?” He bent down to collect his black silk robe from the bedroom floor.

“I haven’t been able to think at all for some time…” Sara trailed off as she gazed up unabashedly at the nakedness of Simon’s back, ceasing to breathe as he stretched, the muscles in his back flexing and relaxing with the effortless ease of a jungle cat.

“Good.” He nodded with satisfaction as he turned, his gaze once again becoming hot and heavy as he saw the open hunger she knew must be in her expression. “Food first,” he repeated firmly, and he laid the black silk robe down beside her before striding determinedly-still naked-from the bedroom.

Sara lay on the bed for several minutes longer, luxuriating in a feeling of total physical satisfaction as she stretched, feeling the pleasurable ache of muscles long left unused. Making love with Simon had been unlike anything she had ever felt or known before. More erotic, more pleasurable than anything she had ever experienced with any man. There was no point in not being honest with herself at this point in her life.

With Bruce, sex been more centered on his pleasure than hers. Whereas Simon- She mustn’t allow herself to blow this time with Simon out of all proportion. Not unless she wanted to be left heartsick when whatever this was with Simon came to an end… She was an independent, sophisticated twenty-nine-year-old woman. They were the things that had attracted Simon to her. No matter how wonderful their lovemaking, he certainly wouldn’t want that independent, sophisticated twenty-nine-year-old woman making a fool of herself over him!

Accept this for what it is, Sara told herself firmly as she finally got out of bed to go into the bathroom and tidy herself: wonderful sex, teasing banter and a good time had by all. For her to expect anything else from Simon was totally unacceptable. Having feelings for him certainly wasn’t an option…

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“So as a child you spent most of your summers on the family’s private island?”

Simon nodded, having returned to the bedroom long enough to pull on faded denims and a black T-shirt, totally relaxed as he and Sara sat at the breakfast bar eating warmed croissants with honey and drinking coffee. “Zach and Evelyn are there now-on their honeymoon.”

Sara gave a wistful sigh. “It sounds idyllic.”

“I guess it is,”

She shrugged narrow shoulders, the movement instantly drawing Simon’s gaze to the way the firm swell of her breasts was revealed as the black silk of his robe parted slightly.

“I think it’s great that you have such an amazing family.” She said,

“Hmmmm… The Hamilton family can certainly be volatile,” Simon acknowledged dryly.

She smiled. “Must be all that hot blood!” Her cheeks coloured hotly as she seemed to realize what she had just said. “I meant-”

“I know what you meant, Sara,” Simon chuckled as she blushed. It was an endearing and unexpected quality in a woman in her late twenties who had been engaged, lived in New York, and ran her own very successful interior design company. “And I believe you once implied that you thought we Hamilton men were cold, stone hearted people,”

Sara was beginning to wish she had never continued this particular conversation! “You must have realized after last night that my judgment of a man’s character isn’t all that good-oh, good Lord!” She winced as Simon raised one mocking brow. “I obviously wasn’t referring to you when I said that- what I was really trying to say was-” She broke off with an irritated frown as Simon began to chuckle. “It isn’t funny!”

“I couldn’t agree more.” He was still smiling as he stood up slowly to move around the breakfast bar until he stood beside her.