Page 15 of Caught in Time
Spencer was only toohappy to oblige. He kissed her once full on the mouth, keeping his touch soft, tender, and inviting. She trembled.
Cradling her against him, he settled her back into the soft meadow’s tall grass, pressing his mouth more insistently against hers. Her lips were made of the most pliable velvet, and he drank in the sweetness of them. Her hair was smoother than silk and it tickled his face. Her skin was pale like fresh cream, and he caressed it. And her eyes, oh, those eyes, like warm liquid pools of green emeralds. They might pull him into oblivion if he wasn’t careful. He didn’t want to be careful. He just wanted Charlotte...
“Charlotte,” he murmured against her lips.
Spencer had never known it could hurt to want a woman, but at this moment he ached for her. His chest grew tight, his fingers thick and awkward, and he didn’t just want her ... heneededher. After all the horrors he’d seen in recent years, she was the one good thing in his life. For only a moment he pulled back, clasping her hand to his chest. She lay before him, her eyes wide and trusting, and when he leaned forward to kiss her throat once more, he could feel the rapid flutter of her pulse. It matched the pounding of his own.
“Are you afraid of me?” he whispered against her mouth, bracing his hands on either side of her.
“Yes, I’m afraid, but not of you.” Her lips parted and he answered the invitation.
She moaned and Spencer swallowed the sweet sounds. He wanted to devour her. Explore her. Make love to her.
His hands roamed her still-clothed form until she writhed beneath him. She responded to his every touch, and his every kiss, and it was driving him to madness. Her movements were incredible, provocative, and every gasp escaping her mouth prompted the next kiss to be more fervent than the last.
Moving down, he kissed the notch at the base of her throat and his fingers traced the edge of her bodice where the tantalizing swell of her breasts peeked over the top. Maneuvering the gown away from her breasts he drew back, claiming just one in a cupped palm and prompting yet another throaty moan.
“You are so perfect,” he murmured huskily.
At this moment Spencer stood at the very precipice of his self-control, ready to topple over the edge and into ...her. And when she began to unfasten the gold buttons of his jacket he was done. The edge not only loomed near, but as she leaned up to strip the garment from his shoulders, he heard the wind rush past his ears as he plunged past the point of no return. Her cool fingers dug into his back and a shudder of pure pleasure coursed through him. He was unable to stop now. This was it.
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Charlotte paused forthe space of a breath, half-sitting, all but gaping at the man before her. He was more man that she’d ever seen. A god ... with rock-hard, sinewy muscle bulging from every inch of his frame. Making love to him would be ecstasy, but she could be content just to stare at him for hours. Spencer, however, obviously had no intention of staring. He moved quickly forward, grasping the back of her neck with his roughened palm, pulling her to him for more mindless kisses. He took her lips hungrily, as though his very life depended on it. The kiss was hot, wet, and all-consuming, and she matched him in it stroke for stroke never wanting it to end.
Nothing had ever been so incredibly good, so right, and so ... perfect. A man had never stirred her emotions the way Spencer Abbott did and now she was positively drowning in passion. She settled herself back more fully in the grass allowing him to lie completely on top of her. She shivered in pure ecstasy, relishing the thrill of his body against hers. This man need only touch her to awaken desire as she’d never known existed.
Is this love? Lust? Both...?
Their fingers worked together to further loosen their remaining clothes.
“Charlotte,” he whispered breathlessly against her mouth, voice thick with passion. His body poised above her was clearly primed with desire of the most primitive kind.
“I want you,” he rasped, ravishing her neck with his mouth. He moved lower, pressing searing kisses along her collar bone and then to the beginning swell of her right breast. Her exposed nipple ached for his touch.
“Are you ready for this?”
“Yes,” she murmured.
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Spencer’s entire bodywas tight and primed, with desire burning relentlessly in his loins. His manly cravings again spiraled dangerously close to the edge of control. She looked so goddamned beautiful lying beneath him that Spencer merely wanted to kiss her senseless.
Those huge green eyes were a smoldering vortex of conflicting emotions, and her full round lips parted again ever so invitingly just inches from his. Heat radiated from her body pressed intimately against his hardness and he was ... lost.
He lowered his head to claim her mouth over and over. He was powerless to stop. Grasping her roughly, pulling her tighter against him, Spencer could hardly control his rampaging emotions. He tore with a feverish need at the buttons of her day dress. He finally understood completely what possessed people to fall in love. The simple act of loving her was enough to sustain him for a lifetime. He traced another steaming trail of kisses down the warm creamy flesh below her breasts.How I want her, long for her, love her...
“Charlotte,” his voice was barely above a rasp.
“I want you—I love you.”
“I love you, too, Spencer,” she whispered fervently.
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Charlotte clasped hishead to her bosom with tremulous hands, and drew a calming breath, struggling to control the many emotions Spencer’s declaration had stirred within her. At that moment every fiber of her being craved his touch. She pressed parted lips to his.
“Spencer, oh, God... I want you!”
