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was just…quiet. She wanted to talk about what just happened but she wasn’t sure how to approach it. How about, ‘Hey, in case you’re wondering what made that the most amazing and emotional sex of my life, it’s because I’m in love with you. Was it the same for you?’
    Ugh, talk about cornering a man. Granted, she was making an assumption about how he’d feel, but Simon, while good with words, wasn’t emo word guy.
    Expelling a long breath, she resigned herself to the fact that she was too chicken to talk to Simon about how she felt because one, she felt foolish and two, she was afraid that while she ‘owned him’ (how cool was that?) he wasn’t really the kind of man who could be owned. Maybe rented or leased?
    “Spit it out, Kat,” he softly but firmly said.
    Exhaling again she rose up on an elbow and looked down at him. His dark hair was sex mussed, his lids heavy and hooded, his eyes soft and satisfied and his lips kiss swollen. “You look like a sated cat.”
    His lips twitched. “I am. For the moment.”
    She kissed the column of his neck and smiled when his pulse leapt against her lips. “I love touching you, Simon.” She kissed him just below his earlobe. “I love being touched by you.”
    His arm tightened around her waist. “The feeling is mutual but you’re avoiding my question.”
    “Fine,” she said shaking her long hair over her shoulders. Catching his stare she said, “Sex is amazing with you. I love it. I crave it. If I could walk around with you inside of me all day I would,” she confessed and giggled as she envisioned that.
    “Again the feeling is mutual.”
    “But tonight, it was different, it was—I don’t know, more emotional. I felt like we were connected on every plane.” Her cheeks heated. “And even though we were kind of kinky, because of the emotion, I just feel like it was better. The best.”
    He nodded. But didn’t offer any follow up. Instead he rolled her over and pinned her to the mattress, his face only inches from hers. Smoothing her hair back from her face he slowly said, “I’m not a wordsmith. I’m not one of those guys who brings his girl roses and chocolates and recites poetry. I’m the kind of guy who brings his girl his heart, his body and his soul. I’m offering you that, Kat; in return I want yours. But I also want your thoughts, your dreams. I want you to let me inside you, where no one else has gone.” He kissed her wildly pounding jugular. “I want your pulse.” He grazed his lips across her bottom lip. “I want everything.”
    Katy didn’t know what to say. She wanted to pinch herself because she had to be dreaming. Never, not in a million lifetimes did she ever expect to hear those words from a man like Simon West. Hot tears blurred her vision. “Simon,” she softly sobbed, “I don’t know what to say to that.”
    “You don’t have to say anything. You know where I stand.”
    Tightening her arms around his neck she brought her lips up to his. “I think I fell in love with you the moment you let me wipe my snotty nose on your sleeve.”
    He grinned. “Yeah, I know my way around a lady’s heart.”
    He looked past her to the clock. It was nearly two in the morning. “I have an early call, Cinderella, let’s get some sleep.” He kissed her on the nose and rolled over, bringing her with him.
    She fell asleep like that…with a shit-eating grin plastered across her face.
    Katy woke to her alarm and an empty bed. She hurried to the bathroom, finding the air still warm and humid from Simon’s shower. She peed, then grabbed her robe and padded to her kitchen. Empty. The coffee was on with a note propped up beside her coffee pot.
    Didn’t want to wake you (as if I could, you were snoring like a drunken sailor). Headed to the office. Livy is sick so lunch is off. I’ll call you in a few. S
    Her cell phone that she had left on the kitchen table pinged that she had a text.
    PS don’t talk to strangers
    PPSS miss u
    She smiled.