Page 42 of Revival

“Are you okay?” He scans my face. Once he reaches my lips, he flicks his gaze to my eyes before zeroing back in on my mouth.

“I’m okay.”

More than okay.

My body is primed and pinned to the surface of the earth by Spencer Stone. I don’t know what dimension I fell asleep in last night, but the one I woke up in isn’t one I’m interested in leaving any time soon.

“I’m crushing you.” Spencer does a push-up to relieve his weight.

In a moment of panic, I curl my fingers around the back of his neck and drag his mouth closer to mine.

He grunts and curses, a sharply delivered, “Fuck,” directly in my ear.

He dodges my seeking lips, fastening his onto the hollow space beneath my ear. His teeth scrape against the delicate spot, tongue lashing against the sensitive skin after.

I’m so lost in the touch of him I hardly care that he avoided my kiss.

The vibrations of his unadulterated lust send a jolting pulse between my thighs. I split my legs farther apart, letting his hips sink flush with mine. The thick ridge beneath his zipper presses tightly against my needy clit. I gasp at the growing ache.

“Spencer,” I beg, not even sure what it is I’m asking for.

“What do you want?” he husks, nibbling on my collarbone.

“You. Just you,” I pant, hips seeking the friction I need him to provide.

His hips thrust against mine, dragging that delicious bulge against me.

“After what I did—”

“I don’t care.” My fingers dive through his hair. “I don’t fucking care, Spence. It was so long ago.”

“I know, but—”

“No. You’re here, and I’m here, and I’m really in need of an orgasm, so if you don’t want to help me with that...”

“Damn you,” he growls into my skin, kissing the tops of my breasts eloping from my bikini. “Goddamn you, Cortney Elizabeth Powell.”

“Does that mean you’re going to lend me a hand? Or you know, an appendage? Your mouth will do too.”

His growl vibrates against my skin.

“You’re going to come so many times tonight you’re going to forget your own name.”

“Is that a promise?”

“You bet your ass it’s a promise.”

With a final kiss to my sternum, Spencer pushes to his knees and reaches out his hand. His chest rises and falls heavily with labored breaths. The wild look in his eyes reveals I’m not alone in feeling this... Whatever this is.

“What are you doing?” I fix my breasts and slip my fingers into his palm.

“If I’m going to make you scream my name all night, I’m not doing it on the beach where we’ll wind up with an ass full of sand.”

All the muscles south of my belly button clench.

“What? Sex on the beach doesn’t sound fun to you?”

“Keep it in your movies, Kitten. If this is all I get, I have better ideas.”

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