A Perfect Storm
Page 77

“I will.” He licked her neck, drew her skin in against his teeth. “But, remember, you have to trust me.”
“I do.” She moaned, squeezed him tighter. When had her neck gotten so damned sensitive? “If you even think about—”
“I won’t.” And then, resigned to his fate: “I can’t.” He kissed her mouth again, devouring her, his tongue bold.
He tasted so incredibly good that Arizona didn’t realize he’d headed for the bedroom until he stretched out on the mattress, her atop him. Since her legs had been around him, she ended up straddling him, her knees pulled up along his sides.
Keeping one hand on her head, he moved the other down her spine—and into her underwear.
Startled, she made to straighten her legs, but he said, “No, leave them open. Let me touch you.” And then with a growl, “I need to touch you.”
Everything inside her clenched. “Yeah, okay.” But because the idea of him touching her there excited her so much, she took his mouth again.
Nothing could be as nice as kissing Spencer.
And true, she did have a few twinges of trepidation. But they were nothing compared to the searing urge to get closer to him, to taste more of him, to learn his body and feel him, all over.
He kept stroking her bottom, leisurely touching her as if he enjoyed her skin—right up until he delved down, his fingertips playing between her legs, over her sex.
Gasping, she freed her mouth and arched her back.
He murmured, “You’re wet.”
“Yeah,” she said with wonder. When she looked down, she found him staring at her intently. Gazes locked, he pressed in one finger.
Oh…wow.
Who knew? She all but panted, amazed at how that felt. “That’s…” But she didn’t have words.
Spencer slid his free hand over her thigh, pulling her leg up higher along his hip. “Scoot up so I can get to your ni**les.”
Um…she didn’t think she could do that. If it weren’t for her stiffened arms keeping her over him, she’d collapse in a boneless heap of sensation.
“Arizona. Come on, baby. Scoot up here.”
“I can’t.”
“I’ll help.” He took his fingers from her, making her moan, and clasped her waist. “I sort of cut corners on this anyway.”
“This?”
“Enjoying you. Doing things right.” He gave her a crooked and very sexual smile. “A man should always start at the top and work his way down. But you threw me off, standing there in the doorway all but naked.”
“You are naked.”
“Because you stole my towel.” He cupped one breast, ran his thumb over her stiffened nipple. She felt the jolt of it all through her body. “Since you want to be on top, this is how we’ll do it,” he told her while watching the play of his hand at her breast. “Come here.”
On a groan, she slowly leaned forward, closer, her body tensed and her heart thundering. Knowing what he would do and so eager to feel it, she leaned in—ahhhh.
Without teasing, with no prelude, his hot mouth closed over her, drawing her in, sucking on her gently. Her lashes sank down and her lips parted. “Oh, God, Spencer. That is so…”
“What?” He licked, circling his tongue around her, kissed her nipple one last time and switched to the other breast to start sucking again.
“Awesome.” No wonder people chose to do this. Okay, so she’d expected it to be nice, but she hadn’t expected this.
When his hand went back into her panties, his fingers back between her legs, it was almost too much.
The intensifying ache built, growing and ebbing like a tide, making her gasp and rock against him. Tighter and tighter, until she thought she might break—and wanted to.
Eyes squeezed shut, teeth clenched, she groaned in mounting frustration and acute need.
Suddenly Spencer moved her back.
It startled her, his abrupt withdrawal, and she inhaled a broken breath. Confused, she stared at him. “What’s the matter?”
“I need a condom, honey. Now.” He lifted her off him and sat up to rummage in the bedside drawer.
A little lost, turbulent sensation still churning through her, Arizona rested there on her knees. Spencer had his broad, muscled back to her as he took care of business, and then he turned toward her again. “Let’s get rid of these panties.”
She swallowed hard. “Okay. Sounds like a plan.” She started to push them down, but he moved her hands away.
“Let me.” He eased her to her back on the mattress, saying, “I know you don’t want me over you, so don’t worry. But I’m going to enjoy removing them a lot more than you will.”
She didn’t understand him. How could he be so calm when she was so urgent? “Will you get on with it?”
“No.” Lazily studying her everywhere from below her chin to above her knees, he opened his hand over her belly. “You are incredibly stacked, Arizona, without a single flaw anywhere. I’ve never seen a woman so damned…perfect.”
She snorted at that. She knew she was about as far from perfect as a human being could get.
He ignored her sound of disagreement, saying, “But even if you weren’t so gorgeous, I’d still want you.”
“Really?” Then why wouldn’t he end the frustration?
Palming each breast, he toyed with her ni**les, making her crazed. “Absolutely.” He went back to her belly, then lower, cupping his hand between her legs. He closed his eyes a moment. “You’re appealing in ways you don’t even realize.”