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Her hands slip under my jacket, tugging me against her chest, and I kiss her like I already miss her.

There are no words, no hesitation. Just this connection betweenus,and the unspoken understanding that come morning, everything will change.

ChapterTen

Shelby

His lips find mine in a hungry, desperate kiss, sending a jolt of electricity through my veins. We barely take time to catch our breaths because we both understand this might be our last night together, and every touch, every kiss, feels magnified by that realization.

“God, Shelby,” Spencer murmurs against my lips, his hands roaming over my body with a possessive urgency. “I can’t get enough of you.”

I moan softly into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair as I deepen the kiss. The taste of him and his body’s warmth against mine is intoxicating. I can feel his hardness pressing against me, and my body responds in kind, softening toward him, eager to accept him. I want to claim this man as mine, but how can I feel such intense emotions when we’ve only had a weekend together?

He breaks the kiss long enough to whisper, “I need you, Shelby.”

“Yes,”I breathe, my voice husky, almost unrecognizable. “Now. Please, Spencer.”

We stumble toward the bed, our limbs entwined, our mouths never breaking contact. I kick off my shoes, and Spencer does the same, his hands already working on the buttons of my blouse. I fumble with his belt, my fingers clumsy. My blouse drifts to the floor, followed quickly by my bra.

Spencer’s eyes darken, and he licks his lips as he takes in the sight of me, bare from the waist up. He cups my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, drawing a gasp from deep in my soul. “You’re so beautiful,”he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. “I never expected this to happen. I know how the board and others see me, but God, please believe me, Shelby, I’m not what they think. I don’t bed a different woman every week. You’re different.You’re?—”

I smile, my heart pounding wildly in my chest as I place a finger over his lips, stopping him. “I believe you, Spencer. I don’t normally jump into bed with a man so soon either.”

We shed the rest of our clothes with frantic urgency, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. When we’re both naked, Spencer lifts me into his arms and lays me down on the bed. He follows, his body covering mine. The feel of his skin against mine feels so right, so natural, so perfect. I tremble.

He trails kisses down my neck, his lips leaving a path of fire that makes my skin tingle. The scent of his cologne, a mix of wood and spice, wraps around me, heightening every sensation. His hands explore my body as if to memorize every inch. When his mouth finds my nipple, I cry out, the sensation almost too much to bear. His tongue swirls around the sensitive peak, and I bite my lip to keep me from begging for more.

With my head back, my eyes closed tight, and my neck stretched taught, I moan, my hands gripping his shoulders, feeling the firm muscle beneath my fingers. “Please...”

He understands my plea and slides one hand down between my legs, where I’m sure he finds me wet and ready. His strong, thick fingers slip inside with ease, and I gasp, my hips bucking against his hand. The friction is exquisite.

He groans, two digits moving in and out of me, driving me quickly toward climax. “I want to be inside you.”His voice is a low growl, vibrating against my skin.

“Yes,”I pant, my body quivering with expectation. “I need you inside me.”

Spencer removes his fingers and, before my eyes, licks them clean, savoring my taste, his eyes burning with passion with every swipe of his tongue. He positions himself at my entrance, his eyes locked onto mine. There’s a moment of stillness, a silent message passing between us. Then, with a single thrust, he fills me completely.

I cry out, my body stretching to accommodate him. The sensation of him inside me is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and a delicious ache.

He stills for a moment. “Are you okay?”he asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

My breath comes in short puffs. “Yes. But, please, don’t keep me waiting. Move.”

He begins to thrust, his movements slow and deliberate at first, building to a faster, more serious rhythm. Even his expression is stern.

I wrap my legs around him, drawing him deeper, my hands clutching at his back, my nails scratching his flesh. The sounds of our bodies coming together fill the room—skin slapping against skin, wet sucking sounds, harsh breathing, grunts and moans filled with desire.

The tension builds in my body, a coil of need tightening with each thrust.

Spencer’s eyes never stray far from mine, his gaze intense and focused.

“This feels... like we’ve been this dance for decades.”The last word turns into a drawn-out groan, his body moving against mine with increasing speed. “I want more. I want it all. Shelby, I want everything I can have.”

I can only moan in response, my body on the brink of release. The pleasure builds, a wave cresting, and when it breaks over me, it sends me spiraling into an orgasm so intense that it leaves me shaking and breathless. My toes and fingers curl. Stars flicker behind my eyelids.

Spencer follows me over the edge, his solid frame jerking and bucking as he shouts my name during his own release. He collapses on top of me, his breath ragged, his heart pounding hard against my breast.

We lay therefor a moment, our bodies still joined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. And then, like last night, he rolls to the side, pulling me with him, wrapping his arms around me, tucking me close.

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