Animal Attraction (San Francisco Dragons Book 2)
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The linebacker fan dropped his gaze. “Sorry. I didn’t see her.”
“Don’t say sorry to me. Say sorry to her,” Spencer said.
“I’m sorry, ma’am.”
Spencer put a protective arm around her shoulders and said, “Okay, folks, that’s all I have time for. It was good meeting you all. I promise to come back soon. I’ll even bring you some Dragons stuff if you promise to let me take a crack at cooking something.”
The kitchen staff glanced to the manager who was grinning and nodding. “We’d love that.”
Spencer gave them all a last wave, and he and Maggie returned to the table to applause.
“Well, then,” Maggie said. “How often does that happen? I feel like I should genuflect.”
He laughed. “How about never? Usually it’s just a couple people. This was not the norm at all. Especially that one guy. Are you okay? He was kind of rough.”
“I’m fine,” she said, feeling secretly delighted at his unexpected show of protectiveness. He’d seemed so caught up in the wave of adoration, but his reaction to the big guy brushing her aside was so immediate, she could tell he’d been very aware of where she was the whole time. The result was an overwhelming feeling of being cared for unlike anything she’d ever felt with anyone. She fell a little deeper, a little harder for him.
The movie was a rom-com—Little Miss Nobody—and Spencer didn’t even roll his eyes when she announced what they’d be seeing. Right away, Spencer tilted the armrest up so they could cuddle. The man was a cuddler, no doubt about it. He was also a fondler. He kept running his hand up and down her thigh, lingering at the apex and making her twitchy between her legs.
On the car ride home, they analyzed the movie—one of Maggie’s favorite pastimes. Even if she liked a movie, she could always find something nitpicky to talk about and Spencer seemed to enjoy doing the same.
After they ran out of steam being amateur movie critics, Spencer said, “So let me know where we’re going, if it’s my place or yours.” He glanced over. “There’s honestly no pressure here. I like you way too much to screw this up, so everything will be at your pace. We can take this as slow as you want.”
Maggie knew he meant it. The decision was all hers. Yes, he was a professional athlete who no doubt could snap his fingers after any hockey game and have a half-dozen puck bunnies in his bed faster than Shea Weber’s slap shot. But he was willing to wait as long as it took to get Maggie there. That spoke of the kind of respect she’d dreamed of ever since she was a teen.
This was a man she could trust with her body. Tonight and maybe every night.
“I want to stay with you tonight,” she said softly.
He took his eyes off the road briefly and met her gaze. His brimmed with a hunger that made her heart race.
23
Spencer knew this feeling. It came over him just before a big game, a feeling that after all the physical training, the mental preparation, the study of the opposing team’s players, the nutritious meals and all-important game day nap—everything came to a head in the next few hours. And he was more than ready. He was confident and eager.
Tonight he was going to make sure Maggie knew how deeply he was coming to care for her. He was going to show her how good they could be together in bed because he was damned sure Pompous Pete hadn’t been doing the job well. Pete probably had a bag of tricks or some kind of set routine he used that had worked once and he kept trotting it out like a vaudeville comedian told the same jokes decade after decade.
“Do you need to stop by your place to pick anything up?” Spencer asked.
She shook her head.
Good, he thought, pressing a little harder on his gas pedal. His plan was to see where Maggie led him, to be flexible and open. Tonight was the start of them learning each other’s likes and dislikes, discovering, pleasuring, enjoying. And he was a fast learner. He already knew she had a sensitive neck and that she responded to deep, long kisses.
“I’m nervous,” she said when they had finally pulled into his garage. “I’m excited, but I’m nervous.”
Spencer met her at the head of the car, took her by the shoulders, and tapped his forehead gently to hers. “I don’t want you to feel anything but anticipation, Mags. Truly. How about this? Let’s take a nice, relaxing bath. We’ll let all the tensions of the day melt away in the hot water. Sound good?”
“Sounds heavenly.”
“Okay, how about you grab us a couple of waters, and a late night snack that can sit for a little while…” His eyes twinkled and he gave her a slightly crooked smile. “And I’ll set things up upstairs. Take your time. I want to create a mood.”
She cocked her head at him, obviously curious, then nodded.
Leaving her to it, he jogged upstairs to his bedroom and lit the candles he’d put out for the inevitable night she slept over. He also pulled out his MBS—Macho Bath Salts. His sister was an essential oils aficionado and for his birthday once, had given him a jar with a cute homemade label on it that said “One bath with this and you’ll be hooked. Relaxes, soothes, revives.” She’d been right.
He dumped a small handful of the stuff in the tub and ran the water. Some dried up purple petals swirled around as usual, a detail that annoyed him as unnecessarily frou frou, but for once, he was glad, hoping Maggie would find it romantic.
“Are you ready for me up there?” she called from the landing.
I’ve been ready for weeks.
“Absolutely.”
She gasped when she saw he’d shed his clothes already and wore a towel around his waist. No sense in pretending he didn’t possess a prime physique. He spent enough time on it and the way he saw it he may as well make the most of it.
He started getting hard just from watching her look him over.
“Spencer, you’re…so beautiful,” she said in a breathy voice. “I’m kind of in awe of the shape you’re in. It makes me feel really inadequate. I don’t belong to a gym so I’m kind of, um…squishy.”
By now she’d come close enough so that he could enclose her in his arms and murmur into her ear.
“God, woman, I want you squishy. You’re perfect to me the way you are. Squishy gives me places to hold on to you. When I’m gripping your hips or your behind, I want to feel that give.”
Smiling, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with a passionate hunger that made his blood sizzle.
That must have been the right answer.
They stood there kissing for a luxurious moment until Maggie broke away, her lips moist and slightly swollen to say, “Did you leave the water running?”
With a muttered curse, he dashed to the bathroom. Luckily the water was almost to the perfect level. He ran some strictly hot water to get it to where he liked it and when he was done, she was there. Naked. Fucking gloriously naked.
She hadn’t lied. She was soft and curvy everywhere he loved. Her breasts were full and round and tipped with rosy nipples he wanted to suck and lick. Her stomach rounded in a gentle curve—not a hip bone in sight. His eyes took in the soft thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs and was pleasantly surprised and curious. He’d never been with a woman who didn’t wax or trim down there. This was going to be a novel experience and one he looked forward to.
“Now that is a gorgeous sight I could definitely get used to.”
She padded toward him shyly.
“I’m not kidding, Mags. I want you to get in the tub and I’ll just sit here and look at you.”
“Oh, no you won’t. I feel self-conscious enough as it is. What did you put in the water? It smells like heaven.”
He lit some more candles then turned out the harsh bathroom lights, leaving the room illuminated by a warm, flickering glow. She sank with a happy sigh into the water, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her nakedness.
“I’m not exactly sure. Essential oils and a little coconut oil, I think,” he said, dropping his towel and joining her.
“I love it.”
“I also love this tub,” she said.
“Did you use it while I was gone?” he asked, stretching his arms out to rest along the curve of the porcelain.
“No. It felt…too personal.”
“Well, the important thing is, you’re in here now. With me.” He crooked a finger at her. “Come over here and I’ll give you a shoulder rub.”
“Mmm. You’re good at those. Just the shoulders though?” she asked, a knowing smile on her lips.
“Well, to start,” he said with a chuckle.
She slid through the hot water to settle between his legs, leaving a deliberate space between them so his cock wasn’t touching her.
He began by massaging her shoulders. Being an NHL player, he’d been the recipient of many a professional massage, most of them in sterile-looking training rooms. Using his thumbs to apply just the right amount of pressure, he aimed for relaxation, but if she got aroused, all the better. She sighed in pleasure, which got his body humming. As he worked her shoulders, her neck, her upper arms, she became more pliable. Her head started to loll and he wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her slowly backward so he could press his lips to the side of her neck. God, she tasted like heaven and woman and desire, all rolled into one. The tantalizing scent of her wafted into his nose as he laid a trail of kisses down to her shoulder and back up again. He flattened his hand over her belly, deliberately avoiding her breasts.
He continued this sweet torture for a bit then, slid his hands down her silky legs as far as he could comfortably reach, back and forth, slowly, sometimes letting his thumbs rub her inner thighs, but again, avoiding the more obvious erogenous zones. When she finally leaned back against him and made contact, he smiled with satisfaction.
Feeling so much of Maggie’s bare skin against his was fucking amazing. His cock was rock hard and sandwiched between her back and his stomach. He had his hands completely free and he upped the ante by stroking her sides now, allowing himself the slightest of contact with the sides of her breasts. She responded with small quick pants. He used his fingernails. She drew in a hissing breath. At last, he cupped her breasts, enjoying the slippery wet weight of them in his palms.
“Spencer, that feels so good,” she murmured, squeezing his thighs.
“Just wait,” he assured her, his lips at her ear.
Gently he squeezed and caressed, catching her nipples between his fingers, rubbing them, pulling on them. She began to squirm in his arms, which made him all the more hungry for her.
He still had a long way to go. He wanted her desperate. He wanted her bucking and arching beneath him, scoring his back with her nails, digging her heels into the mattress.
When he deemed the moment to be right, he threaded his fingers through that fascinating thatch of hair. It was surprisingly silky and he played with it, taking in the texture, tugging slightly, while still working one of her nipples.
Her breathing had gone from quick bursts to heavier longer exhales. She bent her left knee, giving him wide open access and he took full advantage. Flattening his hand, he pressed his palm against her and rubbed in a gentle circular motion, then changed it up and slid it up and down. He didn’t go between her lips yet. He was still holding out on her. One baby step at a time.
After some long, languorous moments, he finally slipped a finger along the side of her clit and she bucked. The water splashed a little making one of the candles splutter.
“Easy there,” he soothed, applying the gentlest of strokes.
“I can’t. It feels too good.”
“It’s going to feel better. A lot better because I want you to come first. Come right here in the bathtub and I’ll take you to bed and fuck you as hard as you want.”
Her response was to inch up and down so her back rubbed against his cock, making him groan.
“Witch,” he growled.
“Sadistic jerk,” she shot back then gasped as he bit her softly on the shoulder and eased a finger inside her. His eyes rolled back into his head as his cock twitched in anticipation of the exquisite sensation. Especially when she moaned and rocked forward to get his finger deeper.
Fuck.
Now that he’d declared his intention, he focused on making it happen. Because the sooner she came, the sooner he could sink his aching cock into her wet heat.
“Come on, Magpie,” he urged. “Let it come.”
He was thrusting his finger into her a little faster each time, curling it up, rubbing against the inner wall. She had a grip on the sides of the tub now and the water was sloshing. He had one arm around her waist to hold her steady, as she was twisting around now, striving for sweet release.
It didn’t take long. All he did was add his other hand into the mix and dab lightly on her clit, once, twice, and there…
She went still for a moment, cresting, and then arched and shuddered against him. The soft cries she made as she came were accompanied by the water splashing over the edge of the tub. He kept moving his hands over her swollen pussy to let her down gently. He swore he could feel her heart beating with his whole body, which was on high alert as if all twenty billion cells knew this had been only a prelude to the main event.
24
The bath water had cooled by now, so they dried themselves off, never taking their eyes off each other. Maggie felt so lusciously satiated she couldn’t erase the smile curving her lips. She reached out, took his hand and led him to the bed where she pressed her body against him and kissed him. She let her hands rove over the muscles of his arms and shoulders, down his back to his rock hard ass. When she squeezed his butt, digging her fingernails in, he groaned into her mouth.
“Lay down,” he said. “I want to give you one more.”
“Absolutely not,” she said. “I want to actually, you know, participate tonight. Giving is just as much fun as receiving.”
He laughed and raised his arms in a gesture of surrender. “Have at me then, wench.”
Narrowing her eyes, she nodded then sank down to her knees. His cock was beautifully thick and hard. She wrapped a hand around the shaft and he sucked in a swift breath. It was hot to the touch and she traced the raised veins with her fingertips, delighting in his quickened breathing and the tension in his body. Licking her lips to moisten them, she gently kissed the head, brushed her lips against it lightly. Her own breathing wasn’t slow and easy. She was as excited as he was.
“Maggie, God, that feels amazing,” he said in a rough voice. “Take it in your mouth. Please.”
Smiling up at him, she let her lips close around the tip, which she sucked lightly. His eyes rolled back into his head and his hands came to rest on her head. He made a guttural noise deep in his throat as she began working her mouth up and down the shaft. His fingers slid through her hair as he gazed down at her.
“You’re incredible,” he said.
Her response was to cup his balls gently and roll them in her palm. A groan escaped him, a groan that pulled at her insides. She could feel her body preparing, yearning for him to thrust himself inside her. She increased the suction, intending to make him come in her mouth, but just as he seemed to reach the point of no return, he pulled away, gasping. His cock stood out from his body, wet and reddened and visibly throbbing.
Breathing hard, he pulled her to her feet and got her onto the mattress. Somehow he positioned himself between her thighs and bent down and licked her. She arched with pleasure, surprised and a little disappointed.
“Spencer, I want you inside me.”
Growling, he didn’t stop licking and kissing her. He had his hands splayed across her inner thighs, holding her open to his teasing mouth and Maggie felt another orgasm rising within her.
“That’s it, Mags,” he said, inserting a long finger inside her and thrusting. “Let it come.”
She gasped and gasped again, surprised at how quickly the pleasure built. Her f
ingers clutched his head as she rode the wave all the way to the crest then let go with several cries in a row, arching hard. The pleasure shook her to the core as he rubbed hard with his finger deep inside her, wringing the last bits of pleasure from her as she lay panting and delirious.
Spencer quickly rolled on a condom while she bent her knees and opened her legs in an invitation he wasted no time in acting on.
“I want you inside me so bad,” she said.
“You and me both,” he growled, moving over her and levering his cock into place.
The tip brushed against her plump, glistening entrance and she moaned at the contact. Even through the latex, she felt the heat of him and couldn’t wait to feel it inside her.
He pushed through the slight resistance and then her body opened to him and he was sliding in. It was so good. So very very good.
“Maggie, sweet Maggie. You’re a dream come true.”
He pulled back and went in a little deeper, then deeper still, until he filled her completely. When he withdrew and then sank back into her, she almost couldn’t bear the pleasure. He kissed her and that was intoxicating as well.
Lips.
Tongues and teeth.
Soft moans.
Total penetration.
Resting his weight on his elbows he was high enough not to crush her, but low enough to press his naked chest against her breasts. She stroked his side with one of her calves.
“You feel so good, Mags. So good. I want to keep fucking you forever.”
“Me too,” she said, sliding her hands down to his rock hard butt. The way his muscles flexed as he thrust into her was thrilling. “I’ve never felt this good before.”
Maintaining eye contact, he sat back on his haunches and slid his hands up the backs of her thighs so her knees were spread wider. All of a sudden, the sensations were more intense. Each thrust seemed to go deeper and all the while, his intense azure eyes bore into hers. It felt as if he could see parts of her that weren’t visible to the naked eye. But she didn’t look away. It made every thrust that much more visceral.