“Especially when I was married to someone else.” He keeps bringing it up, and I hate that, but I suppose I can’t blame him.
“You want me to fuck you on this counter?”
I nod, stroking him, my breaths accelerating. His cock grows in my hand, I swear. Thicker. Longer. Harder. “Please.”
“Gonna need to check the water first.” He scoops me up without warning, making me squeal, and then he basically throws me over his shoulder, so I’m hanging upside down. I pound at his back, letting forth a frustrated growl.
He merely smacks my ass in response, the crack of his palm hitting my skin loud in the quiet apartment.
“You spanked me!” I’m shocked. Heat spreads where his large hand made contact with my flesh, leaving me flustered.
Jittery.
“You deserved it.” He does it again, and this time, I scream.
Oh God, my panties are wet. Who knew that a smack on the butt could feel so good?
He strides into the bedroom with me, tossing me onto the bed like a blanket he’s discarding before he makes his way to the bathroom. I hear him curse under his breath as he turns off the water, but otherwise, he says nothing else.
I nibble on my bottom lip, hoping he’s not mad at me for flooding his precious bathroom.
When he reappears, he remains in the open doorway, the bathroom light gilding the outline of him, so it’s as if he’s glowing. He’s shirtless, his pants hanging half undone, his shoes gone somewhere along the way. His gaze remains on me as he reaches for the front of his trousers, shoving them down along with his boxer briefs and kicking them off, so he’s standing in front of me with only gray socks on his feet.
I rest my hand over my mouth, stifling a giggle.
He cracks a smile. “You think it’s funny, huh?”
I shake my head, a tiny trickle of fear and a heavy amount of desire coursing through my blood as he stalks toward the bed. I scoot backward, as if I’m going to run away, but he clamps his fingers around my ankle, yanking me toward him. Dragging me down the mattress until my legs are dangling over the edge.
He slides his hands up until they’re between my thighs, and he spreads them wide open, his gaze dropping to my lace-covered pussy. He stares for so long I start to squirm, and when he finally touches me there, a gentle brush of his fingers over the lace, I sigh with longing.
“More,” I whisper.
He doesn’t give me what I want. Instead, he removes his hand from me completely, bracing his hands on the edge of the bed while he toes off his socks. Not the sexiest move I’ve seen from Spencer, but right now, everything he does leaves me breathless. Primed and ready for him.
“You’re stalling.”
“You deserve it.” He leans over me, thrusting his face in mine. “You left a mess in the bathroom.”
“It flooded?” I frown.
He nods slowly, dipping his head to nip at my lower lip. “Yeah. I’m never leaving you alone with a bath again.”
“I almost asked you to join me.”
“You should’ve.” He kisses my jaw, nibbling the skin. “I would’ve made sure to turn off the water in time.”
I brace my hands on his chest, his heat burning against my palms. “You’re not really mad, are you?”
His brows draw together as he pulls away, so he can look into my eyes. “No. Not at all.”
Relief makes my shoulders sag. “Good.”
“I’m trying to distract you.” His mouth lands on my neck, sliding down until he’s raining kisses across my chest. Then farther, until he’s breathing on my nipple, just before he envelops it with his mouth.
“It’s working,” I murmur, thrusting my fingers in his hair and praying he doesn’t leave. “Oh God, don’t stop.”
He works his magic on my breasts. Sucking and nibbling and licking. Drawing a nipple into his mouth so tightly, I gasp. When his hand slides back down, landing between my legs, I whimper. And when he slips those fingers beneath the lace to touch my hot, wet skin, I moan.