And now, finally, she’s kissing me back. Her hands sliding up my chest, clutching my T-shirt, jerking me toward her. I’m glad I thought to change when I went home. That damn suit would’ve been too constricting at this point. I drop my hand from the door to keep from crushing her. As though they have a mind of their own, my hands cup her ass, yanking her closer, my eager dick pressing against her stomach.
“Tell me to stop,” I whisper urgently before plundering her mouth once again.
She doesn’t stop me, which is both heaven and hell. I know this is wrong. I know she’s going to get hurt, but I can’t stop myself. I don’t fucking want to. She tastes so damn sweet. Her soft mewls of pleasure go to my head faster than eighty-proof vodka.
I’m not sure which one of us moves first, but the next thing I know, I’m hovering over her on her cream sofa, my knee pressed between her thighs, my hand cupping her face as I kiss her. And kiss her. I can’t stop. The way her fingers twine in my hair drives me out of my fucking mind. She’s so damn responsive, pressing into me, pulling me closer.
And when she reaches for the button on my jeans, I think my head might explode. I force myself to pull back, to stare down into her eyes. I can’t ask the question burning in my head, but I know I should. I need her to assure me that she wants this as much as I do. Instead, I watch her, our eyes locked as she works the button open, gently lowers the zipper. When her smooth, cool fingers slide inside and wrap around my dick, my lips find their way to hers once more.
For the life of me, I still feel absolutely no regret.
I only hope she’s on the same page, because in a few seconds, there’s going to be no turning back.
Noelle
I WON’T LIE. I’VE GOT quite an overactive imagination. But never, not once in my life, have I imagined a man looking at me the way Spencer is right this very minute. He looks like he wants to eat me alive, and heaven help me, I want to offer myself up on a silver platter with a side of yes, please, now to go along with it.
“Noelle.” Spencer’s deep, rumbling groan makes my nerve endings tingle.
I don’t know when I got to be so daring—inside my head is a different story—but as I slide my hand over his velvety hard length, I’m willing to go as far as I have to in order to make this man lose his carefully tethered self-control. Based on the gleam in his eyes, I don’t think I’ll have to wait long.
When his hand slides over my throat, his finger and thumb curling along my jaw, I can feel how much it costs him to hold back. He’s so damn sexy when he looks at me like that. Like I’m the only woman he can think about.
Right now, I’m sure I am. After all, I’ve got his dick in my hand. Men are easy like that.
His hand disappears, and I realize he’s working his jeans down his hips, allowing me to wrap my fist more fully around his girth. I notice that he’s not wearing underwear, and oh, holy Moses, that’s super freaking hot. The man is well-endowed, and my fingers don’t quite wrap all the way around him, but that doesn’t stop me. It’s daring and bold, at least for me, and I refuse to give up. Spencer walked into my apartment knowing what he was doing. The fact that he’s still here means his self-control is as threadbare as mine.
“You’re gonna push me to the edge. Is that what you want, sweetheart?”
The warning in his tone makes me shiver, and I offer a jerky nod. That’s exactly what I want.
He’s hovering over me, one hand on the back of the couch, the other holding his shirt against his chest so we can both see what I’m doing to him. His cock is pulsing beneath my fingers, thick and hard and heavy in my hand. There’s a trickle of liquid beading on the wide head, and I have this insane urge to lick it, to find out how he tastes.
“God, yes,” he chokes out, his eyes coming back to meet mine. For a second, I think he might be reading my mind, but then he adds, “Keep touching me, Noelle. Never stop.”
I swallow hard, wishing he would kiss me. The intensity of his gaze is more than I bargained for. It feels as though he’s trying to find a way inside my head, trying to read my thoughts. I definitely don’t want him there. He probably won’t like what he’ll find.
For one, I’m terrified.
Not of him but of this situation. I know me, know I’ll get attached to this man if we have sex. I’m not the sort to do a casual fling although I talk like I do. It’s the reason I don’t date hockey players, especially those I know well. The last thing I want is to look pathetic when I end up chasing them as they run from me. And that’s exactly what’s going to happen tomorrow. Spencer probably won’t be able to look me in the eye, and if he does, the regret I’ll see reflecting back is going to shatter my heart.
But I can’t bring myself to care right now.
I’m a slave to my own body and it feels incredible.
I love the feeling he inspires in me. Something hot, erotic, completely off the charts. This is what I’ve always wanted. Hot, uncontrollable sex. The kind when you can’t keep your hands off someone, when you’re overly anxious to let go of all your inhibitions and do things you’ve only ever dreamed about. I’ve never had that before, although I’ve tried to instigate it a time or two. I think most men are terrified of me. One guy told me he didn’t want to break me. Let’s get this straight right now, no man can break me. Not even Spencer and he’s huge.
I simply want it all. No rules, no restraints. I’m certainly not a virgin and I know what pleases me. My toy drawer is full of fun things that I’ve used on occasion. I want to use them again.
But the last person in the world I ever thought I’d find that with is Spencer.
“God, woman,” Spencer groans. “Not yet. I don’t wanna come yet. Let me touch you.”
His eyes are locked on mine once again, as though he’s waiting for permission. Little does he know, but right now, he can do whatever he wants to me. I’m willing. More than willing.
“Shower,” Spencer mutters, leaning down and pressing his lips to mine while his hand covers mine.
“What?” I have no idea what he just said.
“I need a shower.”
I stop stroking him, smiling against his mouth. “And you think of this now?”
Without answering me, Spencer launches up off the couch, grabbing my hand and pulling me with him. I can’t help it, I glance over at the book sitting on my coffee table. Is this the universe mocking me? Was I not clear with what I wanted? Or—something I really don’t want to contemplate—is this the vibe I’ve been giving off? Spencer Kaufman is certainly not relationship material, so surely the universe misunderstood. Then again, I have been thinking about wild monkey sex, so maybe this is my answer.
I stumble along behind Spencer as he heads out of the living room, stopping to flip on the light in my bedroom, his gaze scanning the room briefly before he turns to the bathroom, directly across the hall.
I think I’m rendered stupid momentarily, because I can’t move, can’t think of anything to say when he drags me into the bathroom with him. I watch in stunned fascination as he flips on the water and then jerks his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor before reaching for me again.
Oh, sweet goddess. The man is seriously sinful. Smooth, golden skin covering all that taut muscle. He’s long and lean, not an ounce of fat on his body. All bulging biceps and rippling muscle. His chest is completely smooth, his abs contoured into an array of sexy dips and valleys. My gaze slides lower, admiring the deep V that dips down to a point right at his beautiful cock.
Oh, and now he decides to kiss me. Way to ruin my visual feast, Kaufman.
While his mouth collides with mine, I feel his hands on my body. He’s wrenching my shirt up and off, breaking the kiss only long enough to get rid of the offending cotton. But then he’s on me again, his tongue plunging into my mouth. Somehow we manage to undress together, shoes flying, jeans dropping to the floor; my panties and bra are flung aw
ay. It isn’t until he’s pulling me into the tub with him that I realize what just happened.
The water is warm, but his hands are hot, sliding over my skin.
“Noelle … fuck…”
I can’t help but think he keeps saying my name to remind himself of who he’s with. I don’t want that to be the case, but this is Spencer. We shouldn’t be doing this, and I think he’s as aware of that fact as I am.
Yet we’re both naked.
In my shower.
I let out a startled squeal when he spins me around, my back to his chest, his hands cupping my boobs, his fingers pinching my nipples. I drop my head back against his shoulder, moaning in ecstasy as the sensations race through me.
“Soft,” he mutters against my ear. “So damn soft.”
With little effort, he could probably slip his body into mine. Well, if it weren’t for the extremely awkward difference in our heights, that is. I think about that for a minute, try to imagine it, but I can’t. This won’t work. Well, maybe if I stood on the edge of the tub…
“Oh,” I groan, pressing against him.
His hand slides down my stomach, lower, until he’s cupping my bare mound, his middle finger sliding through my slick lips, grazing my clit. When his finger presses inside me, I moan loudly. I should be embarrassed, I’m sure, but the pleasure is too much for my brain to process. Reaching up, I wrap my arm around his head, holding him to me as he fingers me slowly, gently.
“You’re so wet. All for me.”
His tone is reverent, as though he can’t believe what he’s saying, but it’s true. From the moment he kissed me in his truck, my panties have been damp, my body preparing for this, for him.
“Damn, Noelle … I want to slide my dick inside you…” Spencer groans, long and low. “To feel your cunt grip me. Tight. Ah, God…”
He plunges two fingers inside me and I know I’m going to come. No way I can’t. The way he so eagerly penetrates me is driving me out of my head.
“Yeah, like that…” His rough words echo in the small space.
He drives his fingers inside me. Forceful yet careful. I like that he can hardly refrain. I know I’m barely hanging on.
“Come on my hand, Noelle.”
The gruff tone of his voice sends me spiraling closer to the edge, my thighs squeezing his hand. I know I should worry about crumbling to the floor in a heap of hormones. My body is alive with the tension coiling tightly inside me.
“Oh, yeah,” he croons in my ear, nipping my earlobe. “Let go for me, Noelle.”
The tension is too much. I’m splintering. I feel as though I’m going to shatter right here in his arms. When Spencer pinches my nipple, then thrusts his fingers into me deeper, I can’t hold back as I come apart at the seams.
“Fuck, yes. That’s exactly what I want.”
When I finally come down from the sexual high, my body is limp, sagging against Spencer, but he doesn’t stop fingering me, his teeth nipping my neck, his other fingers plucking my nipple.
“Again, Noelle. I want another. I’m gonna spend the entire night making you come.”
I’m doubting my ability to come again so quickly, so my second orgasm takes me completely by surprise. Twisting in his arms, I cry out, my inner muscles clutching his fingers as though desperate for him.
When I relax this time, Spencer slows his ministrations. I watch from somewhere outside my body as he reaches for the body wash and proceeds to lather us both up. Several minutes later, when the suds have slid down the drain, I realize he has turned the water off and retrieved a towel from the cabinet.
I look up at him, trying to focus on his face. He looks so serious, so intent, so freaking sexy.
“You okay?”
I shake my head but smile. I’m not sure I’ll ever be okay again.
He grins. It’s one of those devious, wicked grins that tells me that I’m right. When this is over, I will never be okay again.
11
Spencer
SOMEHOW I MANAGE TO DRY us both off before carrying Noelle to her bedroom. I’m sure she can walk on her own, but I don’t want to stop touching her.
The softness of her skin and the sweet sound of her pleasure have gone straight to my head. I’m drunk on her, and I desperately want to sink deep inside her, to feel her pussy clutching me. I have to slow this down, though. We have the rest of the damn night, and I intend to utilize every second. If I slide into her warm body right now, I’m going to lose it.
Lowering Noelle to her bed, I crawl over her, once again seeking her lips with mine. She sighs into my mouth, her arms sliding around my neck as she kisses me. Some of her urgency has dissipated, but there’s still an underlying burn that makes me desperate for her. I want to spend the entire night getting intimately familiar with her body. I want to kiss her everywhere, to slide my lips over her smooth, warm skin until she’s writhing beneath me again.
All thought flees when her fingers curl around my dick. I suck in a sharp breath, pulling my mouth from hers. I can’t resist pumping into her hand, watching her face while she gently strokes me.
“Harder,” I tell her. “You won’t hurt me, I promise.”
Reaching down, I wrap my hand around hers, showing her exactly what I mean. Together, we jack my dick while I stare into her eyes.
I’m not sure what has me so fascinated with her. It feels surprisingly different. It’s not my typical seduction, although it should be. Maybe I know her too well. Or it’s purely because we’re friends and I don’t want to hurt her. Whatever it is, she’s pulling me in on a level that’s foreign, somewhat confusing for me.
“Beautiful.” The word comes out before I can stop it, but it’s the truth. This woman is so intensely beautiful … otherworldly. With her wet hair curling around her face, her blue eyes shining, her lips swollen from my kiss … she looks like a fairy princess, so sweet, so innocent. She steals my breath, and I wonder how the hell I’ve never noticed her before.
Noelle is an interesting woman. Crazy fun, ridiculously smart, and witty. You never know what will come out of her mouth. But this woman … the sex goddess laid out before me is so much more. Something strangely possessive inside me rears its ugly head, and I suddenly have the urge to claim her in every way possible.
Only I can’t.
For one, I crave this. This wild, untamed sexual potency that races in my bloodstream. I’m not sure Noelle can handle what I want from her. I want to drive her right out of her mind with pleasure, then I want to take her in every way imaginable. Ways she’s probably never dreamed of.
Forcing my mouth from hers, I trail my lips over her jaw, inhaling her scent. She smells like her body wash—oranges and something spicy, sexy. She goes right to my head.
When I reach her breast, I slide my tongue over one puckered nipple, watching her face.
Her shocked gasp spurs me on. Closing my lips around her, I draw her nipple into my mouth. Gently at first, then more suction until her fingers are tangled in my hair once more and she’s bucking beneath me.
I’ve been with a variety of women in my lifetime. A lot of them are loud, screaming as I please them, begging for more. Not Noelle. She’s quiet but intense. I can feel her eagerness, smell her desire. She wants this, wants me, and that’s an aphrodisiac in itself. Still, I’m the kind of guy who wants to do what she likes, to explore her desires, to make her body ignite until she can’t take the heat anymore.
I lift my head to look at her. “Talk to me, Noelle.”
Her golden eyebrows dart down as though I spoke a foreign language and she’s racking her brain for the translation. It makes me smile from the inside out.
“Tell me what you want,” I encourage. “I need to know. I can’t continue if I don’t know that I’m making this good for you.”
“So good,” she chokes out.
I tease her nipple wit
h the tip of my tongue, only briefly, insisting that she speak. She’s so quiet, which is totally unlike Noelle. The woman can hardly keep her mouth closed. I’m not sure what’s stopping her now.
“Don’t stop,” she pleads when I lift my head again.
“Only if you talk.”
“About what?” She sounds sincerely confused. “Politics? Religion? The weather?”
I laugh, climbing her body once more so I can kiss that sassy mouth. “I’m sure you can make the weather sound sexy if you try.”
She snorts.
“I want to know what you like.”
“You,” she says simply, meeting my eyes.
I get the feeling she really means that.
Dropping to her side, I lay my leg across her shins, my fingers trailing down her chest, all the way to her cute little belly button, then explore lower.
“Do you like when I do this?” I dip my finger into her slit. She’s so damn wet it makes me crazy. I want to taste her on my tongue.
“Yes,” she hisses, arching her back.
I kiss her jaw, her neck, gently sucking her smooth skin into my mouth.
“You want me to lick you, Noelle? To fuck your pussy with my tongue?”
I see her entire body flush, a subtle pink glow staining her cheeks. I lean over and capture her mouth with mine. This time when she kisses me back, I feel her body humming.
“Tell me,” I insist, licking her lower lip, then nibbling it.
“Lick me,” she whispers. “Please, Spencer… You’re killing me.”
I chuckle but then quickly slide down between her toned thighs, forcing them wide. Her delicate pink folds glisten with her juices. My tongue glides over her silky-smooth flesh, slowly. Just enough to tease her.
Her hips buck off the bed, so I firmly hold her in place, my hand spanning her abdomen. I don’t want her to move. I want to torment her, to make her implode. I don’t relent until she’s murmuring my name over and over. Only then do I give her what she wants, plunging my tongue inside the exquisitely tight entrance to her body, circling her clit with my thumb, applying just enough pressure to make her cry out.
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