Page 54 of Trust Again

Gently, I touched his chest, resting my hand over his heart for a moment. Spencer grabbed me by the hips and lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist as I bent over him, kissing his neck and the indentation beneath his collarbone, enjoying the effect of my touch on his breathing.

“I’ve been wanting you for so long. I don’t want to ruin it by…” He fell silent.

I held his face in my hands and stared into his eyes. “What we’re doing now feels like the opposite of ruining.” I lowered my head and kissed the corners of his mouth. “This feels wonderful,” I whispered, kissing his jawbone. “So does this.” I pressed my lips against his and enjoyed the feel of him as I guided our kiss.

When we broke away from each other this time, his eyes were nearly black with desire. His self-control hung by a tiny silk thread. And I wanted to cut it.

Slowly I leaned forward and sucked Spencer’s earlobe between my teeth. “I want you, Spence.”

He had no further objections. He dug his hand into my hair, pulled my head down and kissed me deeply. Holding me in his arms, he started to walk. Our kiss didn’t end until Spencer walked into a floor lamp, which tipped and fell with a loud clatter. Laughing, I buried my face in his throat and stroked his back.

He carried me up the stairs.

Once we were in his bedroom, I let go with my legs and slid down his body. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Spencer to even take notice of the room.

His hands were still on my waist and his eyes were burning with an undeniable hunger. I grabbed his right hand and guided it to the back of my bra.

“You really are trying to kill me,” he blurted out.

“And here I thought this would make you happy,” I responded, caressing the muscles on his stomach. I had never imagined Spencer having such a great body. Never thought that my skin would jump when it touched his, or that a simple caress would be enough to send my pulse racing.

With one hand, he opened my bra. Nestling his head against my shoulder, he murmured into my ear: “you have no idea.”

Seconds later he’d lowered the straps from my shoulders. Immediately, my nipples hardened, and I held my breath. His hands made their way over my body, trembling ever so slightly before he rested them on my breasts. He exhaled quickly, paused, and began to caress me. My breasts were generous enough, especially since I’d started taking the pill, but Spencer’s hands were big, too—and judging by the pace of his breathing, he liked what he felt. He took my nipples between his fingers and gently rolled them. I gasped and a jolt of desire coursed through my body. Clasping him tightly, I closed my eyes and submitted to his torture. When I felt his tongue on my neck, my knees went weak.

Dazed, I looked around and saw his bed a few feet away. Almost driven by blind desire, I guided him through the room until his knees met the mattress. Gently, I pressed down on his shoulders and he followed my silent command, sitting on the edge of the bed without letting go of my breasts. He looked up at me with a dangerous grin and dreamy eyes. “I hope you realize that I’m never letting you go.”

“Deal,” I whispered, returning his grin. Slowly, I stepped back and let my hands sink to my jeans; I undid the button and slid my pants down my thighs before stepping out of them.

Spencer kept his eyes on mine; I was glad he didn’t look too closely at my legs; I had some scars that I didn’t want to think about just now. Spencer just looked into my eyes, even as he hooked a finger into my panties.

It almost seemed like he was trying to find the point where I’d stop him. But I wasn’t going to. He slid his hands under the elastic of my panties and pulled them down. I was burning for his touch.

“I’m still waiting for you to say ‘no,’” he gasped, and grasped my thighs from behind.

“I’m standing here naked and you think I’m going to pull back?” I stroked his arms and shoulders, wanting to feel all of him, wanting to take the heat from his skin into my own body.

“I know what I said, but I want you to know that you can stop me, okay” he said. “We can stop any time…”

I leaned over and pressed my lips against his. At the same time, I reached for his belt and opened the buckle.

“That’s a good answer,” he murmured into my mouth. He stood up and I helped him remove his jeans.

The rustling sound as they fell to the floor sent an excited tingling through my body. I slid my hands around his hips and pulled him close. His laughter made me tremble and was so contagious that it made me laugh, too. God in heaven, why did all this make me so happy?

Again, Spencer lifted me effortlessly and laid me down on the bed. His arms encircled me; his outspread fingers were against my back and he pressed me firmly against his body. I could feel his erection through the thin material of his boxer shorts and rolled my hips against him. A guttural moan escaped his lips.

“Do that again,” he said, roughly.

Instinctively I pushed against him once more, finding exactly the right spot to increase the fluttering sensation in my belly. He felt so good. Everything about him.

He suddenly dropped his head and crashed his mouth to mine. Our teeth met and our tongues danced together. I let my hands wander over his body, feeling his muscles and clinging to him. I pressed into him and returned everything he gave me. It was wonderful but still not enough.

Feverishly, I reached down and grasped his hardness through his boxers. Spencer hissed as he drew in a breath and pressed his forehead against mine. Letting my hand slide down his shaft, I took in his dreamy expression. Softly, I worked my fingers under the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down. He breathed out audibly and rolled away from me so he could remove them more easily. Then he turned and opened the drawer of his nightstand. Stroking his back, I heard the rustling of a wrapper in his hands. He rolled back to face me again. His weight pressed me gently into the soft mattress as he positioned himself above me. He looked down at me, drawing his fingers through my hair and brushing a few strands from my forehead.

“Is everything okay?”

I kissed him gently. “Better than okay.”

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