Page 50 of Reunion With Benefits

Thirteen

The sun streamed through her bedroom windows early the next morning. The sheers blocked most of the harsh light, leaving the room bathed in a hazy glow. Shadows moved across her beige walls. She tried to concentrate, to keep her eyes open and watch the play of shape, but they kept drifting shut.

Blame Spence. His expert mouth and those hands were at fault. His fingertips slipped over her as he placed a trail of kisses over her inner thigh. When his mouth reached the very heart of her, her hips angled forward, giving him greater access.

Heat pounded her as she shifted on the mattress. Her skin felt tingly, as if every nerve ending had snapped to life. The coolness of the room blew over her bare skin but she barely felt it. Not while Spence’s warmth surrounded her.

Her hand dropped down and her fingers tangled in Spence’s hair. She lifted her head to get a better view. The sight of him there, snuggled between her legs, had a breath stuttering in her chest. He was naked and confident. That finger worked magic as it slipped inside her.

“Spence...” she said his name on a soft puff of air.

Without breaking contact with her body, he glanced up. She could see those eyes as his mouth worked on her. The tightening inside her kept ratcheting up, bringing her closer to the edge. The orgasm hovered just out of reach. She tried to clamp down on those tiny inner muscles. Bring his finger in deeper and hold it there. But Spence had other ideas. He flipped her over until she landed on her stomach.

“Yes. Please.” Her body begged for his touch. Forget playing games, she wanted more and depended on him to give it to her.

His hand smoothed down her back. Started at the base of her neck and traveled the whole way to the dip in the very small of her back. The trail sparked life into her exhausted body. Energy surged through her one more time. She separated her legs, hoping he’d get the hint, but he just kissed her. Pressed his lips to the base of her spine.

The touch was sexy. So seductive.

But enough. She twisted until her lower body stayed pressed to the mattress where he straddled her. Her top half turned to face him. “You are playing a dangerous game.”

“Just enjoying a lazy morning.” But that smile suggested he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

“Oh, really?” She pulled her legs up, tucking them close to her chest, and sat up.

His eyebrow lifted. “I thought you wanted to be touched.”

“On your back.”

Fire flashed in his eyes. His body practically pulsed with excitement. She was pretty sure she saw his hands shake as he lowered his body down. He rested on his back with his knees in the air and his feet flat against the bed.

“Well?” The challenge was right there in his voice.

Silly man.“Maybe I should take my time.”

She sat next to him and dragged her finger up his thigh to his hip bone. Avoided the place he most obviously wanted to be touched. When he lifted his hips, pushing his growing length closer to her hand, she continued on to his stomach. Skimmed her palm over the firm muscles there. The ridges were so pronounced. So sexy.

“Abby, I’m dying here.” His voice sounded strained.

She loved that reaction.

Making sure to brush her body against his, she reached over him. Dipped down so her breasts pressed against him, but only for a second. He reached for her, but she’d grabbed the condom off the nightstand and sat back up.

Holding the packet, she hesitated. Memories of the dinner and the medication issue came rushing back at her. She thought about what could be and the decisions they’d have to make.

Then his thumb trailed over her thighs and slipped between her legs. “Hey, you okay?”

She heard the note of concern in his voice. Saw his eyes start to narrow. They would talk, but not now. She bent over him and pressed her mouth against his in a kiss that reassured him everything would be fine. In that moment, she believed it.

She opened the packet and unrolled the condom over him. Didn’t waste another second thinking or debating. Not when he was right there and so ready.

She lifted one leg and straddled his hips. Pressed her palm against his chest. Her other hand went to his length. The slightest touch had his hips lifting, as if seeking out more. And she gave it to him.

She pushed up on her knees and fitted her body to his. Relaxing down, she let him slide into her. The connection, that friction had her heartbeat skipping again. Pressing on his chest, she lifted her body again. Slow and deliberate, she pulled up until they almost separated, and then she plunged down again.

The movement, the up and down, had her breath hitching in her chest. She squeezed her thighs together and heard him moan. With their bodies wrapped around each other, touching in so many places, every shift she made sent a vibration racing through him. She welcomed the surge of power that moved through her.

His hands slipped to the back of her thighs. His fingers clenched against her skin. “I need you to move.”

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