12
Kelly let out a long breath. She could make an issue out of this, demand to know every detail of his past, and that still wouldn’t change his behavior. If she turned into a shrill harpy, all she’d do was drive him farther away.
“Yeah, people may talk,” she said, stroking his hair in a vain attempt to settle them both. “People are probably talking already. Marcia knows I’m hot for you.”
“How does she know that?”
“Other than my tongue falling out of my mouth every time you walk by my register?” She rolled her eyes as he puffed out his chest. “Then there’s my phone. Who knows how many people have heard about my list? Bottom line, we can worry about everyone else or we can do what’s right for us. I’d like to go out with you,” she said softly. “If you’re not interested, that’s fine. But I’m putting it out there. I don’t only want you for sex, this past week aside.”
“Crush my illusions, why don’t you?” His husky voice rippled over her spine as he gained his feet and slid his body against hers. His slight height advantage tweaked her in all the right places, as did his casual display of strength as he picked her up and set her on his desk.
He smoothed her hair away from her forehead, his gaze hot on hers while he licked her lips open. Going for her tongue would’ve been the easy route. Instead he plucked at her lower lip. Nibbling, teasing. When he sucked it into his mouth, she moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking her ankles around his ass as she pressed closer, wanting every inch of his skin flush against hers. His deliciously defined chest was just the beginning. She broke away long enough to rip the T-shirt she wore over her head, eager to be naked in his arms. Again.
Bare, finally bare, she molded their bodies together and attacked his mouth. With feral kisses, they consumed each other. Still eating at her lips, he drove two fingers between her legs, bypassing her clit completely. Normally she wasn’t ready for immediate penetration. But thanks to the nearly permanent state of arousal she’d been in since she’d seen him naked in the steam room, that was no longer an issue.
His thumb brushed the distended bundle of nerves, one careless flick. That was all it took. She came hard, her back arching, her thighs squeezing around his wrist in time with the rhythmic contractions.
She came down as fast as she’d gone up, only to hear him cursing as he fought to remove his pants. She saw the gleam of moisture dampening the dark head of his cock, his thick length barely fitting in his fist as he circled her opening. Her body clutched at him, silently begging as he nudged her entrance.
“Tell me you’re on the Pill,” he said hoarsely.
Even if she hadn’t been, just then she might’ve lied. Anything to get him inside her. The command in his voice, the lust in his entrancing dark eyes—God, she would’ve gleefully followed him into hell if he’d only asked.
“I am,” she said, never more grateful it was true.
He slid his tongue between her parted lips as he plunged. He didn’t bother with slow kisses or leisurely thrusts. This was full-out fucking, their bodies joining and separating with a wildness that sent the desk clattering against the wall. She dug her heels dug into his spine to bring him in deeper while her mouth savaged his. Getting more of him inside her—his tongue, his cock, his very breath—was the goal, and she went after it with single-minded purpose.
He shoved her up and down his dick with a ferocity that fueled her desire. The more he lost control, the further she dared him to go.
Take me. All of me.
Moans filled the room, coasting over the redolent scent of sex. He tore his lips free to unleash his punishing kisses on her needy breasts. She clutched at his hair, his shoulders, his back. Any part she could touch. She cried out when the next orgasm speared through her, blasting along her frayed nerve endings and leaving them smoking. Her hips pumped madly against his, her nails slicing at his arms as he pushed into her again and again.
“Fill me up,” she gasped. And she didn’t mean with his cock, because if she got any fuller she’d need medical attention.
He never responded well to direction and now was no exception. He continued to stroke into her, the sweetest invasion she’d ever known. Only when her pussy started to clench once more did she feel the subtle expansion in his length and the pulse of pressure that warned he was about to come.
He released a jagged exhale followed by the closest thing to an actual shout she’d ever heard from him, and then he was driving deeper, burying himself as far as he could go as she wrapped her arms around him and held on.
She’d heard of women saying a man emptied himself inside her, but she’d never actually felt or seen it. Not like this. When Spencer finally pulled back, his features looked drawn, as if every ounce of his energy had drained out through his cock. She wanted to laugh at the absolutelywastedlook on his face, but the desolation in his eyes curbed the urge.
“Let’s play hooky,” she said, framing his cheeks in her hands. She was afraid to let go even for a second. “We’ll stay in bed all day. Spencer, please.”
She knew he’d say no. He always did. Was that why she couldn’t get enough? Because he never gave her anything substantial to hang on to?
“I can’t.” Already he was closing off, his eyes shuttering. “But you can. You need your sleep.”
He pulled out of her and she wanted to yell, wanted to kick something. Wanted to kickhim. Why did he make this so damn hard? Why was she fighting so much for something she’d never have?
Kelly jumped off the desk when he reached for his pants. “If you’re going, I’m going,” she said instead of the pleas quivering on her tongue. “I’m grabbing a shower,” she added, hurrying toward the door before he could see her eyes.
She wasn’t crying. Not even close. But she knew what she felt would be right there, burning for anyone to see. Unlike him, she didn’t know how to keep her feelings locked away. They kept bursting out of her, demanding to be heard. And she didn’t know how much longer she’d be able to keep them from ruining everything.
“Kelly. Wait.”
She turned, gripping the doorframe. The rawness of his voice made her ache but she didn’t go to him.
“Take your shower. Then come back to bed.” The tired smile he gave her made her heart rejoice. “We have another hour. Maybe we can both get a little more sleep.”