A Perfect Storm
Page 109

Looking far too serious, she said, “You realize that, do you?”
“I also realize that you’re not a woman to sit on the sidelines, and I’m doing my best to accept that.”
Breathing a little faster, she touched his chest. “I don’t mean to make things difficult.”
“I know.” Slowly, he went to his back on the bed. “Why don’t we put this conversation on hold for a while?”
Her beautiful blue eyes shone with a smile. “Got something else in mind, do you?”
“Definitely.” He stacked his arms behind his head and got comfortable. “You want your turn at controlling things? Well, I’m more than ready. I’m already hard thinking about it.”
“Yeah?” Luckily for him, she put aside the seriousness of their talk in favor of lust. “Well, all right, then.”
As she crawled up over him, resting full on him until she covered him as much as she could, Spencer breathed in the scent of her skin, her hair. With his nose near her neck, he said, “You smell so good.”
“I should probably shower.”
“No.” Hell, they’d been in the sun all day, in and out of the lake, wind-burned by the boat ride. “You smell earthy, and sexy, and it turns me on.”
She rubbed against him. “I love how you smell, too. So good, I could just eat you up.” She followed up those provocative words with a lot of openmouth kisses on his throat, down his chest.
Sitting up on his thighs, she said, “Off with the shirt.”
“All right.” Leaning up as much as he could, he reached back to snag a handful of the shirt, then jerked it over his head.
“There you go,” she whispered and spread her hands out over him, exploring his clenched abs, down over his hip bones…down to his erection.
Spencer bit off a groan.
As she moved off him, she ordered, “Lift your hips. I want to lose these shorts, too.” She looked at him, her gaze bright. “I want to be able to get to you.”
His chest expanded, his hands curled into tighter fists, and he raised his hips.
Having Arizona undress him was a unique pleasure. She rushed, rough in her urgency, and the second she had his shorts off, she stopped to stare.
It wasn’t easy, not when he wanted her so much, but this was her time, and he wouldn’t rob her of it. “You want to take off your clothes, too?”
“Sure, why not? Just remember to keep your hands to yourself, okay?”
Gently, watching her as she stripped, he whispered, “Whatever you say, baby.”
She went still, then grinned. “I like the sound of that.” After literally tossing her clothes away, Arizona asked, “Where do you keep the condoms?”
“Nightstand.” He was strung so tight, talking wasn’t easy. “We don’t need it yet, though.”
“I don’t want to have to fumble for it.” She set the box out, then turned back to him. “Open your legs a little.”
Damn. She’d taken right to this. Spencer opened his legs and immediately felt her hands coasting up his calves, then the insides of his thighs.
“You are so powerful.” She sat between his legs and leaned forward to explore his chest, down his ribs, his abs. “But you would never hurt me.”
“Never,” he reiterated.
“I know it. I mean, I really know it.” Her long hair teased over his skin when she kissed his throat, across his shoulders. “I think that’s why I can be with you. I mean, I trust Jackson, and still I freaked out today.”
God, he wanted to hold her. “I’m sorry—”
“Shh.” She licked his nipple, then took a soft love bite of his pec muscle. “I think, if it was you, I’d be okay. For whatever reason, you’re special.”
He had no idea what to say to that. Was he special enough to help her move beyond her awful past? Special enough that she could enjoy a normal life with him?
Or just special in this, in sexual involvement? Did she want to experiment? “Remember, I told you, whatever you want.”
“Right now, I just want to get my fill of you.”
And she could do that in one night? Because he couldn’t. He knew it, accepted it, but had no idea what to do about it.
For a good ten minutes, she kissed him everywhere, and the touch of her mouth, her small, sharp teeth, her hot little tongue, competed with the lure of seeing her like this. The silky fall of her dark hair continuously drifted over his body.
Her ni**les, puckered tight, teased his skin whenever she leaned against him. Each time she repositioned herself, she gave him a tantalizing peek.
By the time she focused all her attention on his cock, he was damn near a goner.
She curled both hands snug around him, and he groaned.
Watching him, she stroked, and his hips lifted off the bed.
She gave a wicked smile of satisfaction. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” He labored for breath—and prayed she’d put her mouth on him. Through a red haze of lust, he watched her and waited.
She cupped his balls in one hand, held his c**k with the other and lowered herself down across his legs.
Rubbing her downy cheek against him, she asked, “Am I being suggestive?”
“You’re being diabolical.” He shuddered as she licked him, from the base all the way up and over the head. “Arizona…”
She opened her mouth over him and drew him into the heat of her mouth.