“Oh.”
Her silence made him laugh again, a bit uneasily. “Don’t you want anything?”
“Guess I still haven’t recovered from my shock. I figured if anything you’d want a blowjob and then it’d be sayonara, sister.”
He lifted a brow. He would not feel guilty for a blowjob he hadn’t asked for—yet—tonight, even if he had considered making the request. “Do you really think I’m that much of a bastard?”
“Not a bastard so much as focused on the goal with no time for side trips.” She smiled slyly. “It’s kind of hot in a dysfunctional way.”
He shifted her on his lap. Difficult to get comfortable when just that impish look in her eyes had him hardening. “Last night you called me old and implied I could be influenced by sexual favors. Then you accused me of not being capable of achieving an emotional connection during sex or being able to last longer than—” She laughed at the choked sound he made. “Anyway. Tonight you’re calling me dysfunctional. What is it I like about you again?”
“Good question.” She played with his hair. “My really long legs I’m so willing to spread for you any time anywhere?”
“Definitely a point in your favor.”
Kelly coiled an arm around his neck. “You know I don’t really think you’re a one-minute man. It’s more the other way around. I could practically orgasm just looking at you.”
“Too little flattery too late. My fragile male ego is hopelessly dented and only one thing could possibly restore it.”
“What’s that?”
“You, naked in my arms, moaning my name over and over again.” He sucked her lower lip between his teeth. Her sound of surprise coaxed his cock the rest of the way to full mast. “Last time I’ll ask. What do you want?”
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
She reached up to unhook the straps of her overalls and drew the front panel down to reveal her chambray-blue shirt. Slowly, she pulled the T-shirt over her head and tossed it aside. She straddled him, her winter-white bra with its filigreed roses on each cup mere inches from his face. Creamy flesh taunted him but he gripped her hips and waited.
“I want you to make me come.”
Okay, that was the plan. He started to relax. The flare of need on her face had had him worried.
Then she added, “With nothing but your mouth on my breasts.”
* * *
Kelly held her breath. Would he say no? She’d asked for what she wanted most. The idea of Spencer making love to her with just his lips and teeth made her incredibly wet. But maybe she hadn’t thought this through. Her breasts weren’t her best feature. They were nice enough but nothing compared to the pastry vixen’s.
At least hers were real.
“Anything doable,” he said, drawing her glasses off and setting them aside. Just the skim of his knuckles against her cheeks tightened her nipples, which he noted with a sardonic twist of his lips. “That’s not.”
“It’s not impossible. Really.”
“Maybe not for someone with the suction of that vacuum of yours.” He dragged her bra strap off her shoulder as if she’d fastened a lead weight between his legs and asked him to walk the plank. “Mere mortal here.”
She smiled and flicked her fingers through his neatly trimmed blond hair. The humidity had wreaked havoc on his curls, but the messy waves softened his dark eyes and ruthless mouth. “I have faith in you. Besides,” she quelled the nerves flapping in her belly as she reached for the front clasp of her bra, “they’re lonely. You avoid them like the plague.”
“That’s not true.” If someone could appear aroused and uncomfortable simultaneously, that was Spencer. “I’m just…focused. You said it yourself.”
“Foreplay is very good. Didn’t anyone ever teach you that?”
Now he looked insulted, adorably so. “I know all about foreplay,” he muttered.
“Yeah?” She opened her bra and let the sides dangle. His jaw tensed as he slid his gaze over her greedily. “Prove it.”
He palmed her breasts, his wide fingers golden against her pale skin. The sight of him touching her so intimately made her breath hitch, as did the first hesitant sweep of his tongue. That a man so powerfully in control of himself could be thrown off-kilter by her simple request wassofreaking sexy.