by Allie Adams
Oh, that didn't sound good.
He teased the throbbing entrance of her vagina, massaging the opening, coercing the juices out of her. He then eased a finger inside her, pulled it out, and took his time easing it back in. “You seem in a hurry.”
No shit. “Y-Your point?”
He slipped two fingers in now, deliberately fucking her into insanity with his diabolical touch. “I'm going to show you how I respond to demands.”
That sounded even worse.
He flicked his tongue out, barely brushing her swollen clit, the whole while keeping a steady pace with his fingers. In and out. In and out.
“Spencer, damn you. Quit torturing me.”
“Not on your life, Kathryn. It's been torture for me not being able to hold you, to touch you like this, in over a year. It's unfair, what we've denied ourselves. I'm not going to rush this. I'm going to take…my…time.” He punctuated each word with a thrust of his fingers and then flicked her clit with his tongue.
Kat arched her back as she cried out. Pressure coiled inside her, straining to break free. She jerked as his tongue made contact again and slammed her system with erotic pulses, centering on her clit. Now fisting his hair, she held him against her and rocked her hips, desperately searching for that little bit of friction she needed to shatter.
He sucked her clit between his lips and attacked it with his tongue, and she did exactly that. The explosion forced her eyes closed as lights brighter than the Fourth of July burst behind her lids. She cried out his name and lifted off the bed as wave after relentless wave crashed into her, convulsing the walls of her pussy around his fingers and leaving her helpless but to ride them out.
When she collapsed onto the bed, every bone in her body now in a million pieces, her blood thick like syrup, only then did Spencer slow his assault.
“Better?”
She couldn't even think, let alone talk. The violent orgasm had robbed her of her sanity. She nodded.
He withdrew his fingers and moved up to poise above her. The blunt tip of his erection tapped her throbbing entrance. With restraint she didn't know possible—she sure as hell didn't share his control—he pushed the tip of his cock into her. He then stopped and lowered his lips to hers. Kissing her, making sweet love to her lips, he devoured her mouth.
She angled her hips to pull him in deeper.
“More, Spencer.”
“So demanding,” he grunted and, with a single thrust, he buried himself so deep inside her his coarse hairs raked her exposed clit. The erotic snake coiling inside her channel wound tighter. When he pulled out and thrust his cock in even deeper, she swore she felt it slam into her womb.
My God, did he grow since the last time they'd made love?
He slid the full length of his engorged flesh in and out of her in a deliberate pace, so slow it threatened to destroy her. Her entire body shook as another orgasm began to build.
She reveled in his control, wishing she could channel some of it to stop her from coming again so soon. He'd always had that power over her. He inched in, melding their flesh. His cock, so heavy and thick, stretched and filled her completely. The wet folds of her pussy welcomed him home, pulling him inside her. Her muscles rippled, inviting him in even more.
“Fuck me,” he rasped. He shuddered as he nipped at her chin. “You feel so good. Jesus, you've got me so...” He stopped with a growl. “Damn it. Goddamn it.”
Reaching under her, he pushed on the small of her back, holding her up, tilting her just right for greater penetration. Oh, dear Jesus! Serious penetration. Her channel convulsed violently around his cock as he pumped faster. Harder. With determination. With purpose. Sweat coated their bodies, making them slick.
Spencer grabbed her leg and bent it at the knee. “Come on, baby. Move with me. That's it. Oh, Kathryn. Just like that. My sweet baby.”
His pace quickened until his hips slammed into hers as they both hunted for that release hovering just out of reach. She rocked her hips and met him thrust for thrust. When his hairs raked across her hypersensitive clit, her climax detonated and pulverized her.
“Spencer!” She grabbed his shoulders and dug her nails into his flesh, just to hold on and not float away as her body and soul separated.
Spencer hollered and stiffened, losing his rhythm. She took control, rocking him, pulling the orgasm out of him. Milking his seed, Kat moved deliberately to sheath him, his semen swallowed by her body.
Warmth enveloped her and brought a swell of emotions to the surface. They'd never made love like that. It was more than physical. Something had changed between them, something intangible, yet real. She sensed it, knew it in her soul.
Spencer collapsed to her, shaking and panting. Kat had never felt closer to him than she did at that moment. She wanted to laugh. She wanted to cry. She couldn't make sense of any of it.
They lay there, gasping for air, neither moving. She held him close, keeping his semi-hard erection inside her.
He met her gaze before kissing her soundly. “I like this new side of you. Very hot.”
Kat kissed him, wrapping her arms around him tighter. She had to have him again. This, whatever this was, couldn't be over yet.
He tried to pull free, but when Kat wouldn't let him go and instead kissed him deeper, he responded by returning her kiss, sinking his tongue inside her mouth, dancing around with hers.
His cock grew inside her and she found it very arousing. Her clit, which she thought had been sated, perked to attention. She kissed him deeper still and in no time he started to move within her. Her clenching core accepted his engorged penis, anxious for the next round.
With their combined juices, she was so wet it trickled down her crease. It tickled and made all of her nether muscles tighten.
“Oh Jesus,” he groaned. “What the hell was that?”
“It tickles.”
“Do it again, baby. Squeeze. Ah! Like that!”
Kat intensified her clutch on him and he jerked. She did it again and Spencer threw his head back. She watched him. This round was all about his pleasure, and she took extreme satisfaction in knowing she had complete control of him simply by clenching the walls of her pussy.
She didn't expect him to grab her hips and roll, pulling her on top of him. “Whoa!”
He cut her off by taking her erect nipple between his lips, sucking hungrily while at the same time moving his hips to push deeper inside. “Let yourself go, Kathryn. Ride me.”
Ride him? What did that even mean? She'd never been on top. Ever. Unsure, she started to tense.
“No, you don't.” Lifting his mouth from her breasts, he captured her gaze with his. Hunger darkened his irises almost to the same color as his pupils. Desire swirled in his look, and when he rocked his hips, slowly sliding his cock inside and back out, Kat couldn't stop herself from matching his movement. With heated lips, he covered hers. Teasing her with a whisper of his tongue across her lower lip, her breath hitched. Her channel locked down on his steely flesh.
Spencer grasped her hips and rocked her back and forth, the angle an ideal stroke against her eager clit. They swayed together, their bodies in perfect unison. He thrust his rigid shaft deeper inside her as their movement quickened, matching their desperation for release. Her womb tightened, the coil spiraling out of control as she panted.
She was going to come again. She'd never come three times in one day, let alone in a single session.
Her breath caught on a strained cry as her control shattered. She lost all sense of time, of reality, as the orgasm crashed down on her. Heat rushed through her veins, sending her blood racing. With her hands on his shoulders, she bucked madly, riding her climax until her legs could no longer hold her.
Falling limp against his hard chest, Kat whimpered hoarsely. Spencer plunged hard, giving in to his own release. Letting out a guttural growl, he came inside her. He pumped again and again, until his expression finally relaxed and he released a shaky breath.
He kissed her, this time w
eakly as they both gasped for breath, clinging to each other. Holding her close, she felt his heart slamming in his chest. Did he feel hers? For several wonderful moments they just lay there, their bodies slick with sweat, their sexual hunger sated.
For now.
Completely exhausted, Kat slumped onto the bed. Spencer stretched and pulled her to him. She curled close. He rested his chin on the top of her head and caressed her back.
“Are you sleepy?”
She loved the way his chest rumbled when he spoke. “Not really.”
“Are you hungry?”
She never did get a chance to eat. “Yes, but I don't have much unless you like nuked pasta.”
“That's fine.” His warmth breath tickled her ear as he pressed his lips against her lobe. “Because if I stay like this with you, we'll die of starvation before I'm ready to let you go.”
THIRTEEN
Kat glanced through the paper, scanning the pages for any news on the Miller search. After several minutes of brutal examination, she didn't even find a snippet on the back page of the local section. Happy endings didn't sell papers.
She knew that firsthand.
Spencer poked his head out of the bathroom. “I'm going to take a shower.”
She folded the paper. “There's coffee out here.”
“I'll get some when I'm done,” he called back behind the closed door. Kat heard the shower start.
It startled her when Spencer poked his head out again and she almost spilled her coffee down the front of her. “Unless you'd like to bring some in here. You'll have to be naked, of course.”
She pondered the idea, but decided against it. She had to admit, she was sore, completely raw from the constant attention. Their all-night lovemaking marathon left them both exhausted. It was almost eleven in the morning and they had just crawled out of bed. “I'll take a rain check. I've already had my shower.”
“Damn.” He snapped his fingers before closing the door. Kat knew better than to believe him. He had to be just as sore.
Her cell phone buzzed against the counter and Kat jumped, catching herself before she fell off the stool. This time she did spill coffee down the front of her.
“Damn it.” Her phone buzzed again and she chased it across the counter, pissed that she'd have to take another shower. But, then again, considering who'd be sharing the shower with her she then smiled as she answered. “Hello?”
“Kat, where the hell have you been?”
Shock jolted her system. “Who is this?”
“Dan Weber.”
Why would one of TREX's SACs be calling her? “Is there another search?”
“No.”
“Then why are you calling me?”
“I've been trying to reach you since last night.”
“I've been at my place since the search ended.” She glanced over at her home phone and saw the little light blinking. She winced when she realized she had messages. When did it ring? She must have really been out of it. But, then again, she wouldn't have been able to hear a freight train racing through her living room over the cries Spencer pulled out of her.
“You didn't answer your landline.”
“Sorry, I must have been in bed.” All-in-all, it wasn't a lie. “Did you need something?”
He drew in a breath and Kat held hers. Here comes the lecture. Spencer used to tell her about Dan Weber's lectures. They were famous at TREX. Apparently, she'd earned the right to one herself.
“I want to make something perfectly clear. Spencer is one hell of an agent.”
She waited in silence, knowing he wasn't finished.
“Except when he's around you.”
Ouch. He didn't even try to sugarcoat it. Too shocked to respond, she simply sat at her breakfast bar, stunned.
“I've laid down some ground rules you need to be aware of.”
“Kathryn, do you have any other soap than this frilly girl-smelling stuff?” Spencer's muffled voice sounded from the bathroom.
“I'm on the phone, Spence,” she called back after pulling it away from her ear. “Just use the soap.”
“Swell. I'll smell just like a flower.”
Never. The man could run a mile in a sweat suit and still smell better than ever. Kat caught herself inhaling deeply, the scent of him still lingering in her senses. It made her insides shimmy.
“Is Spencer there?” Weber's voice grew terse and suddenly very, very cold.
“Uh,” Kat fumbled and thought about lying. But she'd already said his name, and Weber wasn't stupid. “Yes.”
“Put him on the phone.”
“He's in the shower.”
“What!” Kat moved the phone away from her ear. “You get him on the fucking phone now!”
She hopped down from the breakfast bar and numbly padded to the bathroom, then rapped on the door. What sort of trouble had she'd just gotten Spencer into? When he didn't answer, she poked her head in.
“Spence?”
“Changed your mind on the room service, huh?”
“No.”
“You'd better be naked by the time I turn this water off.” He poked his head out of the curtain as the shower silenced, then lost his grin when he spotted the cell phone in her hand.
“It's for you,” she said in a small voice and offered the phone to him as she tried to keep her breathing steady.
“Who is it?” he asked cautiously, though he already reached for the phone. “Hello?”
Kat heard the SAC's shouting from where she stood. Though she couldn't make any of it out, the pinched expression on Spencer's face told her whatever his boss had to say wasn't good. He kept glancing back at her every time another shout came across the line.
“No. Sir, if you'd—no, just let me—I'd like to talk here.” He blew out a long sigh and held the phone to his other ear. “But if you'd—come on—you can't—fine.”
He ended the call and pulled the phone back like he was about to throw it across the room. His jaw tensed until it grew white. Every visible muscle hardened and the look in his eyes was nothing short of murderous. She grabbed her phone out of his hand before he snapped it in two with his fist.
“Goddamn it.” He looked ready to spit nails.
“What was that all about?”
“Nothing,” he rasped, biting on the word. She knew better than to push the issue. It never did any good. In fact, it usually backfired and sent Spencer into one of his silent, troubled moods.
She didn't want him to go there. At times he'd spend hours, even days, lost in himself as he sorted out whatever had him so tight. She had to do something to keep him distracted from whatever Weber said that had him ready to shut her out.
“I was thinking,” she stated and took the towel from him to dry his back. “We could take a walk on Percival Landing and—”
“I have to go to Seattle,” he cut her off in a gruff voice.
She stopped drying, that familiar churning creeping into her stomach. It was already too late. “Anything serious?”
“Weber wants to see me. I don't have a choice.”
And so it started. She'd always be second to his job. Always. She tried to not sound disappointed even though a knot the size of the entire Black Hills formed in her chest. “What about?”
He brought his gaze to the ceiling. “Nothing.”
Back to nothing. “That's all right. I have to finish my notes from the Miller search.”
She'd finished them last night, but couldn't give him a hint of the disappointment stirring deep inside her. Her vision blurred and she inhaled sharply to force her emotions into check.
He turned and stiffened as he riveted his gaze to her. Furious compassion flashed in his eyes. With an intense whisper, he rasped, “Don't cry. Dear God, Kathryn. Please don't cry.”
“Don't leave me,” she whispered, hating how helpless and pathetic she sounded.
“Come here, baby.” He pulled her to him and ran a hand over her hair. “I won't be long. He just needs me to turn a few things
in.” As he said that, he stiffened and his breath hitched.
She tried to push away and look into his eyes, to see why he sounded like he'd just lost his best friend. But he held her close, running his hands up and down her back and holding her so tight she couldn't move. Not that she wanted to.
“Things are going to change,” he suddenly declared, his voice back to its husky, rich tone.
She didn't have time to ask what he meant. This time her breath caught as she looked into a stormy gaze so intense her body responded by humming ferociously.
Without a word he untied her robe, spreading the material and letting it slip down her shoulders, into a pile of satin on the bathroom floor. Running his hands up her arms, up her shoulders, up to her face, he then rested them on her cheeks. His eyes clouded with desire as he licked his lips, focusing on hers. Cupping her face, he slanted his mouth over hers.
She tasted remorse in his kiss, a deep sorrow that twisted in her heart. He devoured her with his mouth, stealing her breath. His steely flesh pushed between her thighs, and she parted her legs to open for him. She dropped the towel and reached between his legs, wrapping her hand around his thick cock, feeling every vein as she stroked him.
His length twitched in her grasp, and he broke their kiss to elicit a throaty groan. Pumping his hips as she squeezed and stroked his shaft, his breathing grew ragged. “Oh, Jesus. You have to stop that.”
“What?” She feigned innocence, lifting her brow when he narrowed those hungry eyes on her. “This?” She stroked faster.
“You want to play?” He grinned wickedly and dipped his fingers between her legs, parting her lips. Caressing her inner folds, spreading her juices, he moved his fingers around, giving her just enough pressure to make her beg for more.
“No fair.”
“You started it.” Running his fingers back and forth, deliberately steering clear of the tight little button of nerves she so desperately needed him to touch, he laughed deep in his chest. “So hot. I feel you trembling from my touch. Should I take you over that edge, baby?”
Her entire body caught fire and she arched against him. She whimpered as he took full control. He used two fingers to play with her, tease her entrance, ease in an inch and then withdraw. “Yes. Oh God, Spencer. You're so mean.”