His fingers twitch a beat before he closes the final space between us and brushes his lips gently against mine. It’s as innocent as the kiss in the courthouse, but already it’s so much more.
He does it again, his other arm wrapping around my waist, pulling me flush up against him.
My knees go weak as his tongue licks at my bottom lip, seeking access.
I open up almost immediately, desperate to lose myself in him.
He moans the second our tongues connect, and I feel the vibrations all the way down to my toes. His taste explodes in my mouth and suddenly I’m just a horny teenager again, desperate to explore new things with the boy I would give my life for.
“Spencer,” I whisper against his lips. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m asking for something or if I’m just reminding myself that it’s him.
“Upstairs,” he breathes, his lips brushing across my jaw and sending a shiver down my spine. His fingers twist with mine and long before I’m ready to lose his lips, he spins me and starts pulling me up the stairs, not that I really need the encouragement.
“Oh my god, Spencer,” I gasp the second I’m in the room. There’s no longer just a mattress on the floorboards but a stunning, handcrafted four-poster bed in the middle of the vast room.
“You like?” he asks, his hands slipping around my waist, his front pressing against my back.
“It’s incredible.”
“I could hardly make you mine on just a plain mattress, could I?”
I know that if I were to turn around, I’d find a boyish smirk on his face.
“It could happen in your workshop for all I care, Spence. I just want you.”
“Fucking hell, little mouse,” he says, ghosting kisses down my neck. “You slay me. Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed you?”
“Yeah, I have a rough clue. But please, can we not talk about all that right now.”
He nods against me before grasping my shoulders and spinning me around.
His lips find mine once again and he kisses me so deep I start to see stars.
I start to think it’s going to be just like old times, making out without taking it any farther, but when he pulls back and his dark eyes stare into mine, I can almost read all of his dirty thoughts.
Heat floods my core and my temperature spikes at knowing what’s to come.
“I can’t stop looking at you,” he admits. “I keep thinking I’m dreaming.”
“This is very real,” I say, reaching for the top button on his shirt and popping it open.
His eyes blaze with fire at my move.
I pull off his shirt, my eyes taking in every glorious inch of him before he toes off his shoes and kicks off his pants.
“Turn around,” he whispers, and I immediately spin.
His fingers make quick work of the zipper that runs down my spine before he pushes the straps from my shoulders, allowing the fabric to pool at my feet.
Holding his hand out for me, I slip mine into it and step out of the dress. Standing in front of another person in only my underwear isn’t a normal thing for me but with the intensity, the passion and love oozing from his eyes, I don’t feel an ounce of the insecurity I thought I would in the situation.
“So beautiful. So sexy. So…”
“Yours,” I finish for him.
The front of his body crashes against mine and he takes my lips in a bruising kiss. It’s wet, dirty, messy, and exactly what I need from him.
He walks us backward until my legs hit the edge of the new bed, then he eases me down so gently.
“You’re going to feel this for days,” he promises before his lips once again land on mine before dropping down my neck and across my collarbone after a minute or two.
My back arches as he kisses and licks across the swell of my breasts that are swollen and begging to be released.
“Please,” I moan when his teeth graze me over the lace. “More, Spence. More.”
His hand slips underneath me and unclasps my bra. His eyes hold mine for a beat, but his restraint doesn’t last because he drops them to my bare breasts before cursing some intelligible words and dropping his lips to them.
He sucks my peaked nipple into his hot mouth, his teeth nipping lightly before he switches to the other side.
“Oh god, oh god,” I moan, wondering why he never did this to me before.
He continues, bringing a hand up to tease the other side while his mouth goes to town.
My panties are soaked and my clit is throbbing for some attention.
Threading my fingers in his hair, I lightly push him lower.
He chuckles at my encouragement, but he follows orders, kissing down my stomach and then over my panties.
“So wet,” he whispers when he parts my legs. He kisses down my thigh all the way to my knee before working his way back up, driving me crazy with my need for him.