7
Kelly’s expression at Nina’s comment made Spencer chuckle.
Apparently Kelly wasn’t used to being studied so intimately. Or thoroughly, if her response to the guy who’d come into the room and now watched them from a few feet away was any indication. She seemed completely oblivious.
The man swirled his drink, his gaze fixated on Kelly. And it remained there when Nina took the hint from Kelly’s silence and moved on with a laugh and a wave.
Spencer leaned close to Kelly’s ear, pleased to hear her breathing hadn’t evened out yet. “You have an admirer.”
The guy looked young, maybe around Kelly’s age. He had long brown hair pulled back in a messy tail and sleepy eyes. Bedroom eyes, his sister would’ve called them. Most women probably enjoyed that sort of look. All he needed was a guitar and he’d be ready to go on stage.
She turned her head toward the guy and then glanced back at Spencer, biting her lip. If anything, the man’s stare intensified. “Why’s he looking at me like that?” she asked, shifting on his lap. But she didn’t pull down her dress.
“I think it’s because he wants you,” Spencer said, slipping her thong into his pocket.
“But he’s hot.” As if she’d just realized what she said, her eyes widened. “I mean, so are you. Which is why he can’t. Lightning’s already struck. Any more and I’ll start smoking.”
As possessive as he’d already discovered he became around her—since when did he practically growl at strangers like that guy at the bar?—her insecurity made him want to prove her wrong. To show her what he saw when he looked at her. Especially since he knew she’d be coming home with him.
Emphasis on coming.
“Oh you’re smokin’, all right,” he murmured, winding a lock of her hair around his finger. “Do you want to play with him?”
She actually gulped. God, she was so cute. “What?”
Instead of answering her, Spencer crooked a finger at the guy. If Spencer was correct, he’d scamper over right quick.
Without hesitation, the man set down his drink and strolled over, trying not to look overly eager. Kelly immediately shot Spencer a look and tugged down her dress. But not too far.
Lazily, Spencer tucked himself away. This wouldn’t be about him. He’d get to enjoy Kelly’s reactions without needing to worry about reaching his own orgasm. He’d just use it for fodder for later.
“What would you like him to do to you?” he whispered in her ear, unsurprised that she stiffened. She’d never been part of this sort of scene before. He’d stake his life on it. But the way she licked her lips and parted her thighs slightly proved she hadn’t closed her mind to anything.
“Spencer—” she began, her eyes bright with nerves…and lust?
“She’s new,” he said to the guy, loosening his hold on her. His fingers itched to clamp on her hip, to claim her as his. But he’d give her this. And he’d get drunk on every drop of her pleasure.
He just hoped Bedroom Eyes knew what he was doing.
“What do you want to do to her?” Spencer asked when both of them remained as quiet as church mice.
“Honestly?” He dropped his gaze to Kelly’s breasts. “I want to fuck them.”
Spencer shrugged as if he didn’t care either way. Truth was, the only fucking the guycoulddo was to her breasts. He wasn’t getting anywhere near her cunt. That was his, whether or not she knew it. “That work for you?” he asked Kelly.
For a moment, he thought she would brand him a pervert and race for the exit. Maybe hewasa pervert. Who the hell knew? But Kink had shown him there were plenty more people like him in the world. For once, he wasn’t the odd man out.
Except when he chose to be.
When she didn’t reply, he waved a hand at the guy to dismiss him. “Lady’s not interested—”
She grabbed his wrist and stopped him short. Just as he’d expected. As he’d hoped. “Hang on.”
He waited.
She sucked in a breath. “Let’s do this.”
“I’m Dan,” Bedroom Eyes said, sticking out a hand and giving her a wide grin as if he’d just passed an audition. Maybe he really was a singer. “And you are?”