A Perfect Storm
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Hanging over his shoulder, Arizona stiffened, and then she relaxed. “Yeah, okay.” Her hands smoothed down his spine. “That works just fine for me.”
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UNABLE TO WAIT, Spencer got her into his bedroom and pressed her up to the wall, his body against hers, his mouth almost touching hers. “Does this bother you?”
“No.” She tried to kiss him.
“Arizona. Wait.” He held her face. “I need to know if this is okay.”
“It’s great.” She wiggled free so she could kiss him. “Awesome.” Her tongue moved over his lips. “Just don’t crawl on top of me and we’re good to go, so…go.”
Always in such a rush. He brushed back her hair. “If you feel even a twinge of—”
“I’m not shy, Spencer. I don’t like something, you’re going to hear about it, scout’s honor.” Pressing him back, she grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and jerked it off over her head. “So let’s move on.”
Lord have mercy. Her br**sts were so large and firm for her slender frame. He reached for her.
She deflected him. “How about you play catch-up first?” She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of those skimpy shorts. “I’m pretty sure this’ll work better if we’re both naked.”
“Agreed.” In record time, he shucked off his clothes—just as Arizona straightened from doing the same.
“There.” Beautifully bare, she kicked her shorts to the side. “What do you want to bet this’ll be better than the cake?”
His gaze went all over her. “It already is.” He put a hand to her narrow waist and soaked up the incredible sight of her. How long would it take for him to get used to the impact of her body? “Stand still, okay?”
“No way.” She spread her hands out over his chest, and started to trail them down his body.
Drawing a quick breath, he caught her wrists. “Let me taste you.” His voice roughened. “This time without your panties in the way.”
Their gazes held; her pulse visibly quickened as the seconds ticked by—and she braced back against the wall. “Yeah, okay.”
“I love it when you’re agreeable, honey.” But because the L-word made him feel too much, even when used in banter, he quickly took her mouth.
Kissing her offered a unique pleasure, especially when she arched up against him, naked flesh to naked flesh, her soft curves touching him everywhere.
He had to cup her behind, had to cuddle her heavy br**sts. Every single part of her tempted him.
While exploring her body with his hands, he kissed her for a long time, deeper and hotter. He stroked over her skin, the supple curves of her waist, her hips.
Her thighs.
He teased his fingertips down her spine, down, down, and then inward to her moist sex.
She went to her tiptoes against him.
Trailing damp kisses down her throat to her collarbone and then to her br**sts, he took his time enjoying her until she became fevered, until he knew she neared her limit.
That meant he’d almost reached his limit, too.
Going to his knees, Spencer hugged her hips and rubbed his face over her belly.
She drifted her fingers through his hair and whispered his name.
When he teased her hip bone with his tongue, she twitched. Was she ticklish? He smiled as he said, “Hmm?”
“I think we need to get on with it.”
“Not yet.” And then with a growl, “You smell so good.”
Her hand fisted in his hair. “You keep teasing me and I don’t like it. Or maybe I like it too much.”
“You’ll enjoy this, I promise. Not as much as I will, but still…” He nudged her legs open wider, then looked up at her. “Lean back on the wall for support, then bend your knees a little.”
She hesitated—and finally did as he asked, stepping her feet apart, flexing her knees.
Heat washed over him. “That’s it.” He opened her with his fingertips, teasing more, stroking over—into—slick, hot places, before leaning forward for the most intimate of kisses.
Her long, vibrating moan turned him on as much as her taste.
Licking his tongue over her, in her, he gave them both what they wanted. She grew wetter, her breathing more ragged. He teased her clitoris and heard her loud gasp.
Cupping her hips to help support her, he kept her upright and slowly drew her in, rasped his tongue over her, sucked.
In less than two minutes, she couldn’t hold back her escalating cries.
As she came, she called out his name. Spencer clenched his fingers on her luscious behind, holding her still, relishing her honest reactions and how quickly she came for him.
Not until she knotted her fingers in his hair again did he let up. He stood and lifted her in one smooth move, taking her to the bed and putting her on her back.
She quickened, but he said, “Shh. It’s okay,” and moved back for a condom before she could get too wired about their positioning.
Soon as he had that covered, he turned back to her and pulled her to the edge of the bed, her legs open around him.
She eyed him with uncertainty. “I’m not riding this time?”
He shook his head, words beyond him. Putting her ankles up to his shoulders, he bent his knees, guided himself into her, and pressed deep in one long, smooth, slick thrust.
She arched up. “Ah, God.”
“I know. It’s deep this way.” He locked his arms around her raised thighs, keeping her from retreating. She was already so wet, but still he worried. “I’m not hurting you?”