how wet she was already.
“Tawny...” Simon said, part groan and all appreciation. His low, faintly accented voice slid over her, arousing her even more.
The kiss of the ice against her inner thigh zinged through her. Slowly she rimmed the frozen treat along her vagina, the sensation deliciously arousing.
She felt thoroughly wicked and thoroughly excited. She eased the melting Popsicle in and twirled it around.
“Ooh.” It was hard and icy and she was so hot. Simon never looked away from her as he unzipped and took off his pants. She worked the melting ice in and out and licked her lips.
Simon walked over to the edge of the bed. “Suck on mine.” She was so close, she could’ve come with very little effort when he used that erotic, commanding tone. He teased it along her lips and then slid it into her mouth. She moved the icy-cold Popsicle in and out of her vagina and he matched the rhythm in her mouth.
Tawny wasn’t sure that she’d ever been so turned on in her life. She was so hot inside, she was melting the Popsicle in record time, deliciously cold against her inferno. And the look on Simon’s face...
She slid her mouth off his Popsicle and licked leisurely down the length of it. “You look hot—” she eyed his straining erection “—and uncomfortable. I’ve got just the thing to cool you down. Cold on the surface, hot inside.”
Simon didn’t need a second invite. He rolled on a condom and in one smooth stroke he was in.
“Oh my God.” Tawny wasn’t sure which one of them said it. Maybe both. Maybe neither. Had anything ever felt as good as his hot cock against her icy-cold flesh? Hot and cold. Hard and soft.
It felt too good...she was so hot...she wasn’t going to last any longer.
Popsicle sex with Simon—guaranteed to come in three minutes or less.
* * *
Simon startled awake. It took him a second to figure out his cell phone was ringing in his pants somewhere on the dark floor. He slung his legs over the side of the bed and reached down, groping for his jeans.
By the time he found them, he’d missed the call. He glanced at his watch. Who the hell was calling him at this hour in the morning?
Tawny leaned up on one arm. “Hmm. Who’s on the phone?”
“I’m checking now.” He listened to his voice mail. “Simon, it’s your father. Call me back at...wait, you can’t call me here.” He’d hung up. What the— His parents never called him.
“It was my dad,” Simon said to Tawny, who had sat up, wide-awake now. “First he asked me to call him back and then he said I couldn’t call him where he was. But I’m going to try anyway.” Apprehension flooded him. Whatever this was, it couldn’t be good.
Before he could hit Send to call the number shown on the display, his phone rang again. Same number flashed across the screen.
Simon answered. “Dad?”
“Simon, thank God you answered. I’m at City North Hospital. We think your mother’s had a heart attack.”
His father’s words struck him like a physical blow. He sank to the edge of the bed. “Where is she now?”
“Here at City North.”
“No.” Simon bit back his impatience. “Is she in ICU?”
“No. They’re running an EKG in the emergency room and checking her enzymes. She needs for you to come, Simon.” There was a pregnant pause. “I need for you to come.”
Simon didn’t hesitate. For better or worse, they were his parents. They were all each of them had. “I’ll be there. It may take me a while, but I’m on my way. I’ll have my cell with me. Call me if anything changes.”
He hung up. In a detached, remote way, as if observing another person, he noticed his hands were shaking.
“What is it? What’s the matter?”
“My mother’s had a heart attack.” Speaking the words aloud left him nauseous. He dropped to the edge of the bed, uncertain his legs would support him.
“Oh, Simon.” Tawny hugged him from behind, her arms offering comfort from one human being to another. “Which hospital?”
“City North.”
She released him and got out of the bed. She yanked open a dresser drawer and stepped into a pair of running shorts. Simon pulled on his jeans and T-shirt. Without any self-consciousness she pulled off her tank top and donned a heavy-duty exercise bra.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m getting dressed. City North is northwest of here. I don’t have a car