Page 55 of Trust Again

He laughed and warmth washed over me.

My pulse racing, I reached down and held him, guiding him between my legs and pushing him toward my center.

Never looking away from my eyes, Spencer entered me. His gaze was burning but his movements were slow and deliberate, almost cautious. He was big, and it took a moment before I could breathe again. It was as if he could read and understand every movement of my body, because only after I took another breath did he push deeper. Once he was in me, up to the hilt, he stayed there, still, for a moment. He let out his breath slowly, haltingly.

He rocked his hips gently and let out a low groan. Burying his face in my shoulder, he licked my neck and lightly bit my skin. My heels dug into the mattress and my pelvis arched upward. The movement caused him to brush something inside me and I gasped.

I was tingling all over and an enormous energy was building inside me. He felt so good. So good.

“I knew it,” whispered Spencer suddenly. He propped himself up on one arm and looked into my eyes. As he pulled partway out of me I immediately missed the feeling of his filling me completely.

“What?” I whispered, my hands wandering up his back until I reached his shoulders. I pressed my fingers hard against him, wanting to feel him close again.

Spencer pushed back into me, this time more forcefully. I moaned and leaned my head back.

“That we would be fantastic together,” I heard him say. He pressed his lips briefly against my throat. “You and I.”

Hearing him say this with such confidence made me lose what little restraint I had left. I wrapped one leg over him and, with a hand in his hair, pulled him down to me. My lips caught his moan, and I arched toward each thrust, pulling him even deeper inside.

My hands slipped from his shoulders to his chest before I dug my fingers into his arms. His muscles twitched under my touch and he thrust even harder.

I gasped. “God, Spence.”

As I groaned his name his movements became urgent and his breath irregular. I stretched myself against him and kissed his throat.

It hadn’t been clear to me before how much I’d longed for this. But now it couldn’t be denied. I wanted Spencer with a force that took my breath away. And even though he was inside me and holding me tight, it still wasn’t enough.

I clutched at his back as he bit my shoulder. Whimpering, I let my hands slide down his back. I felt hungry and uninhibited, and I’d never felt so good. Something enormous was rising in me.

My back arched and my breasts pressed against Spencer’s body. His deep groan filled the room; his pounding grew faster and his next kiss was fierce and wild. His loss of control was beyond any of my fantasies. I clung to him as everything around me dissolved. I melted and the world blurred in a rush of colors.

“Dawn. Dawn.”

He said my name like a prayer as he thrust deeply into me. I held him tightly as he shuddered. One last time his hips ground into mine; then he sank onto my breast.

Our racing heartbeats blended together—it was hard to tell them apart. Actually, everything was blurry. My brain was submerged in a fog.

“Wow,” I whispered. I stroked Spencer’s naked back, writing our names on his sweaty skin.

He finally propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at me. His cheeks were flushed and his lips swollen. He looked even better than before, if that were at all possible.

“We should’ve done that a long time ago,” he said, and the corners of his mouth turned upward.

“Maybe you’re right.” I gently touched his lower lip. When I looked up, his blue eyes had already darkened again.

“I should probably just stay here so we don’t waste any more time,” he whispered gruffly, moving his hips slightly.

The sound that escaped me was a mixture of laughter and moaning. Although I would’ve liked nothing better than to wrap my legs around him and pull him close again, I pushed gently against his chest. “Go on.”

“I’ll be right back,” he said and sat up. “Stay where you are.” But he didn’t show any signs of going anywhere. Instead, he let his eyes caress my naked body until heat started rising in me again. “Oh man,” he murmured.

Quickly I wrapped myself in the blanket. But Spencer kept staring at me.

“Go toss that condom, Spence.”

He laughed—a warm laugh that sent a pleasant shiver down my spine and caused a flutter in my belly. Who would’ve thought we could be so uninhibited together?

He turned and I watched his butt bounce as he ran to the bathroom. Soon he was back and I welcomed him under the blanket. We lay close together. Naked, sweaty, and alive.

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