by Jane Godman
His eyes were pools of naked need, inviting her into their depths. Releasing his fingers, she darted her tongue between his lips, lightly teasing. Demanding more, he caught hold of her hair. Pulling her head down to his, he filled her mouth with his tongue, energy and desire arcing from his body to hers.
Gasping, she broke free and leaned back. Nothing had prepared her for this moment. She was trembling with need and exhilaration. She wanted him so much, her whole body ached with longing. Knowing his need for her was just as intense... That was the most powerful feeling she had ever known.
Brushing her hair aside, he moved his lips to her neck, sucking and nipping at the taut skin just below her ear, and her knees weakened. He pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her pants, his fingers fumbling with the buttons, finally getting them undone before he slid it down her arms and let it fall. Sucking in a breath as he gazed at her, he pressed his lips to the curve of her breasts above the lace of her white bra.
Reaching around behind her to unhook the garment, he dragged it up above her breasts, lowering his head to dance his tongue across her skin. The sensation was almost too good to bear and she dropped her head to look at him, drinking in the sight of his face against her flesh as he took one nipple into his mouth.
When he sucked and nipped the sensitized bud, Katrina almost went into orbit. He paused and, with a soft whimper, she pushed herself against his mouth again. Glancing up with a wicked smile, he moved to the other breast and repeated the sweet torture.
With a final tug on her nipple, he took hold of her hands and moved them to his belt. Eagerly, she unbuckled him, feeling his stomach muscles tense as her fingertips brushed against them.
She leaned closer and whispered in his ear, “I think you should take your boots off now, don’t you?”
He grinned. “Only if you get rid of your pants and shoes.”
“Deal.”
The gleam in his eye made her smile as he kicked off his boots. She removed her shoes then unzipped her pants and slid them down, kicking them off and adding them to the growing pile of items on the floor. Her bra followed. Standing before him in nothing but her panties felt deliciously exciting.
His gaze was serious as he looked up at her. “Before we go any further, I want to make sure you’re okay with this.”
“In case you hadn’t noticed, I want this. I want you.” She placed her hands on his face. “And I’d like you to be naked.”
“I can do naked.” His voice was gruff as he raised his hips and removed his boxer briefs. “If that’s what you want.”
Katrina tilted her head to get a better look at him. “You’re beautiful.”
“I think I’m supposed to say that.” His attempt at a laugh faded when she ran a hand along his length.
His eyelids fluttered and she exulted in her power over him as he twitched and grew against her fingers. When she withdrew her touch, he groaned and lifted his hips.
“Don’t tease me, Katrina.”
In response, she kneeled between his knees, taking him firmly in one hand. Spencer’s low growl of anticipation made her smile, then she lowered her mouth to his head. Flicking out her tongue, she savored the first musky, salty taste of him. His breathing quickened and she fastened her lips over his tip.
Pulling him into her mouth slowly, she slid her other hand up and down his straining shaft. His thigh muscles tensed and quivered, and his breathing quickened until the sound of panting filled her ears.
“I won’t last much longer...”
Ignoring his warning, she continued at the same pace, pleasuring him with her mouth and hand as his gasps became moans. His hips began to jerk and his hands gripped her hair as the warmth of his climax filled her mouth.
She was easing away from him when he reached down and lifted her with his hands on her waist. Hugging her to his chest, he held her close as his breathing subsided. After a minute or two, he turned his head to kiss her, his hands sliding down her body.
“I think we should both move onto the bed.”
He rose and helped her to her feet, slipping his hands into the elastic of her underwear at the same time. Katrina wriggled as he tugged and, between them, they got the garment over her hips and down so she could step out of it.
Catching her by surprise, he swung her around until she had her back to him. Flattening his hand over her belly, he drew her firmly back against him until her ass was pressed tight against his pelvis. At the same time, he moved a hand around to the front of her body.
Katrina gasped as she felt his growing erection press into her spine. “Didn’t you just...?”
“Yeah. But if we keep doing this, I could make a quick recovery.”
* * *
Katrina felt wonderful. Her nipples had been puckered and erect ever since she’d removed her bra. Now they hardened more as Spencer’s fingers and thumbs closed around them, and he tweaked, pinched and rolled them.
Moving lower, he reached between her legs and gently brushed the tip of his index finger over one of her outer lips. The action coaxed a soft sigh from Katrina. Using his fingers, he parted her delicate inner folds. Dipping his fingertips into her cleft, he ran them gently around the opening, teasing her wider. She gave another moan, this one deep throated and hungry as he slid two fingers deep inside her.
She was soft, warm and very wet. Spencer wanted to take his time and explore her body at his leisure. But as he slid his fingers in and out of her, she was already squirming and rotating her hips in time with his movements, and he figured that, this time, slow was not a good option.
Dropping his head to nip at her neck, he pulled her down onto the bed with him, making sure he broke her fall with his body. When she shifted into a kneeling position, he took a moment to admire the perfect globes of her ass before shifting into position behind her. Moving her hips backward, Katrina sat on his thighs.
Her legs parted as he dipped his fingers between them to find her core.
“You’re so hot and tight.” He whispered the words into her hair and she moaned softly.
Her breath was coming fast, catching in her throat as he drove two fingers into her. Leaning forward, she pushed herself down onto them. He could feel her muscles already starting to tense and her hips were bucking. Her head dropped lower, and Spencer nuzzled her neck again.
He couldn’t get enough of her. Of her satiny skin, her seductive natural scent, the way her body quivered in response to his slightest touch. But there was a deeper connection between them, an emotional intimacy more satisfying than anything physical.
“Feels so good.” She ground out the words between clenched teeth.
Her hips ground against him and she leaned forward to give him better access. He found her clit with the thumb of one hand. She gasped and her back arched as he painted tight circles and figure eights over and around her bud. At the same time, he continued driving into her with his fingers, strumming her body until she was taut with pleasure.
“Let go and show me how good it feels,” he murmured.
Feeling her whole body begin to stiffen, he withdrew his fingers. Katrina fell forward. Spencer pressed his palm flat against her clit and rocked against it gently, bringing the fingers of his other hand along the crease between her buttocks. When he finally thrust his fingers back inside her, she gripped them tight, her whole body shaking as she contracted around them. For an instant, it was like trying to hold onto a wildcat as she writhed and thrashed against him before she slumped forward.
Spencer watched in fascination as her shoulders and hips shook and her spine bowed. Silently, she trembled through her orgasm. Then, she stilled. Twisting to one side, Spencer pulled her with him, drawing her into his arms and kissing her gently.
After a few minutes, he raised on one elbow, watching her face. With her eyes closed, she could have been asleep, but she lifted one hand and traced lazy circles aro
und his chest. He was lost in the wonder of her. He wanted her again so badly it was a physical ache.
“That was wonderful. Thank you.”
He shook his head. “Thank you.”
Her gaze traveled down his body. Lightly kissing him, she wrapped a hand around his length. “I guess that recovery you mentioned wasn’t a boast. So there’s just one other question...”
He pressed a kiss onto her lips. “In the pocket of my jeans.”
* * *
Once Spencer had the condom in place, he lay back against the pillows and Katrina straddled him. Dipping her hips, she held him at her entrance, letting him feel her tight heat. His groan made her heart skip a beat. Easing back, she slid along his length, still stunned at the ease with which they’d achieved this level of closeness. Her craving for him had only increased with greater intimacy.
When she kissed him, his response was instant and passionate, his tongue making love to her mouth. Lifting up her body, she held him in place beneath her. Tongues of fire darted outward from the point where their bodies connected, licking up her spine and along her limbs. Every part of her was aware of him, of them, of the promise of what was to come.
Slowly, mesmerized by the look in his eyes, she eased down. His eyes widened and he gasped as she pushed onto him and rotated around, then rose up again. Each time she repeated the action, she took more of him.
“That feels...”
“Too teasing?” she asked.
“Too perfect.”
Encouraged, she lowered herself farther. The combination of stretching, tingling and heating was maddeningly good. Too good. He pressed a fingertip to her clit and thrust up into her. Having taken all of him inside her, she paused to catch her breath. The sensation of him filling her was stunning and exhilarating and new heat powered along every nerve ending.
His gaze claimed hers and refused to let go. Warm, feeling slightly rough against her softer flesh, his palms traced a path from her waist to her hips and back again. Shifting his pelvis beneath her, he increased the rhythm, and almost blew her mind.
“Ah.” She dropped her head, curtaining them with her hair.
Spencer grinned. “You like that?”
“So much.”
He repeated the action and she tightened her muscles around him, holding him more firmly. Claiming him. He increased the pace, his upward thrusts becoming less gentle, and Katrina tipped forward, bringing them into even closer contact. The look on his face was delicious. A clear indication of his enchantment, it made her feel wanted, appreciated and sexy as hell.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he moved down the bed, pulling her with him. Keeping Katrina clamped tight to him, he rolled until she was beneath him with her back to the mattress.
“Is this okay?” He put his weight on his elbows. “I don’t want to squish you.”
“Maybe I like the idea of being squished by you.” She arched her back suggestively.
He groaned, leaning down to kiss her before thrusting deep.
Katrina gasped. “Yes. Like that.”
She tightened her legs around his hips and moved in time with him, grinding her pelvis into his, driven on by the exquisite friction of his hardness moving high inside her. He pulled out, almost completely free of her tight heat, before slamming back in. Pinned by his weight, her arms flung wide, Katrina strained against him, her body convulsing with pleasure.
The sound of ragged breathing filled the room as she came down from a high she’d never dreamed possible. Watching Spencer’s face as he continued to thrust, she could see his concentration and sense him getting closer to his own release. Then his breathing changed, hitching and almost stopping, his neck muscles corded and his face blank. After one final thrust, he tilted forward and rested his head in the curve of her neck. She could feel the sheen of sweat on his skin and the shaking of his muscles.
A few minutes later, he turned his head and pressed his lips to hers, his eyes smiling. The kiss was soft and sweet and lasted for a long time. At some point, the shared peace turned to laughter about the cramp in his leg and the ache in her arm.
“Where are you going?” Katrina grumbled when he eventually pulled away. She didn’t want to lose the feeling of his skin on hers, his muscles beneath her fingertips, his breath on her cheek.
“I’ll be right back. Just need to lose the condom.”
There was no awkwardness attached to the remark. For the first time in her life, she felt she could be completely open with another person.
Spencer headed to the bathroom, returning a few minutes later to draw her back into his arms. “In case I forget to mention this before I fall asleep, you are amazing.”
She smiled against his chest. “You’re okay, too.”
“Just okay?” He pretended to be hurt. “You’re hard to please.”
“I’m glad you figured that out. Get some sleep, Spencer.” She reached up and patted his cheek. “Maybe next time you can please me enough to upgrade from ‘okay’ to ‘good.’”
Chapter 15
Although Katrina woke early, it was light enough for her to see Spencer’s face on the pillow next to hers. His face was softened by sleep, some of the pressures of his work life and the pain of his past soothed away.
Or maybe it was the amazing sex?
She smothered a laugh at the thought. But it had been beyond amazing. She’d never experienced anything approaching the sexual energy between them. It had generated a connection so intense she could still feel it now. The intensity was a lot like an unbreakable bond. The thought was scary and exciting at the same time.
It also meant there was no chance of her going back to sleep. Slipping quietly from beneath the bed covers, she grabbed some clothes and headed for the bathroom. When she emerged, she checked the time on her cell. Five thirty.
She headed out to the kennel, nervous about what she would find and worried that she should have checked on the dogs earlier. Despite the veterinarian’s reassurances, a night of passion was no excuse for not monitoring their condition.
Boris seemed fully awake and wagged his tail when she entered. Holly lifted her head and licked Katrina’s hand when she stroked her, but flopped down and went back to sleep. Although he snored loudly, Dobby didn’t stir at all. Katrina decided that figured. The greediest of the three dogs, he had probably consumed most of the drugged meat. She placed a bowl of water close to him, ready for when he did wake, then left the kennel.
Remembering Spencer’s comments about starting the day with a decent breakfast, she decided to head to the twenty-four-hour convenience store and stock up on provisions. Snatching up her keys and purse, she headed out. Only as she was driving did she spare a thought for what Spencer would say about her recklessness in leaving the safety of his protective presence.
Were bad guys early risers? She knew being flippant wasn’t a good attitude given the situation, but she was already midway between home and the store. She may as well keep going, get her breakfast supplies and put this lapse down to the distractions of the previous night. The combination of frightening and delightful distractions.
When she reached the store, the parking lot was almost empty and she pulled into a space close to the entrance, casting a wary glance around. There was no one close by and she dashed from the car to the entrance. Once inside, she grabbed a basket and tried not to look like she was sprinting as she snagged pastries and juice from the shelves. She was just heading toward the deli section, when the sight of a familiar figure stopped her in her tracks.
The answer to one of her earlier questions was standing with his back to her, clutching a bag of chips and a family-size pack of cookies. Some bad guys clearly were early risers. Either that, or they didn’t go to bed at all. Judging by the munchies-busting foods in Kenyon Latimer’s hands, Katrina figured the up-all-night option was more likely.
A wave of ange
r surged through her. Her sister was likely in deep trouble. For all Katrina knew, Eliza might be dead and this guy could be the cause. Yet he was able to do normal things like buy cookies and chips, while she didn’t know what had happened to her twin.
Forgetting to be afraid, she marched up close and tapped him on the shoulder. He swung around fast. A little too fast for a man who had nothing to hide. Up close, he wasn’t quite so good-looking. His skin was bad and the dark shadows beneath his eyes looked like bruises.
He frowned down at her from his superior height. “Do I know you?”
There was a nasty note in his voice that should have frightened her, but concern for her sister kept her anger level high. She was going to do this for Eliza and not be intimidated by some nasty AAG thug.
“No, but I think you knew my sister. Eliza Perry?”
She could almost see his mind working, assessing how to respond. In the end, he smiled. She found the expression even scarier than his scowl. “Oh, yeah. You’ve been asking about her at the AAG ranch. I think I met her a few times.”
He wasn’t as polished as most of the other AAG members. As he spoke, his gaze wandered away from her face and he shifted from foot to foot. She tried to judge whether he could have been the man who broke into her house and threatened her with a blade. Although his build was similar, the voice was different. But she had been certain that the guy with the knife had been disguising the way he spoke.
Keep him talking... Maybe she could learn something and see if she recognized him.
“You think you met her? Most people in the AAG remember her because of her dog, Dobby.”
“Oh, yeah. So many people have been through the center lately, it’s hard to remember them all.” He took a couple of steps back, as though trying to get away.
“So you did know her?” Katrina persisted.