He was already hard. The front of his crotch strained against the jeans and pushed against me urgently.
It had been so long since I’d had sex that a groan ripped out of my throat. He grinned, looking rather smug, and swooped down, taking my lips. His kiss seared me to the very core. His lips were urgent and demanding. They were rough and enticing. There was a hint of stubble on his jaw and chin, and it rasped against my skin as he moved across my lips. The sensation was maddening.
My hands gripped the sides of his hips, flexing tightly and pulling him closer. I wrapped my legs around his hips just below his buttocks and returned his kiss with everything I had.
I wanted to make him feel the way he made me feel.
Out of control.
Horny.
On fire.
Ready to explode.
I ripped my mouth away from his, enjoying the sound of his heavy breathing, and scraped my teeth over his chin where the stubble was. Then I kissed down his neck and across his jaw, moving upward to capture his earlobe between my teeth.
He made a sound, and one of his hands flattened on the island behind me so he could throw all his weight onto it and lean into my kiss. I dragged my hands up the back of his neck and delved into his hair, taking fistfuls of it and guiding his mouth back down to mine.
His tongue delved into the depths of my mouth with ease, stroking around the inside of me, and caused shivers to rack my body. Spencer disconnected our mouths and pulled back, I watched him through desire-heavy eyes.
Spencer grabbed the hem of my T-shirt and yanked it up over my head and tossed it aside.
“Oh fuck,” he said when he saw I wasn’t wearing a bra. Both my nipples were rock hard, pulled into tight little pearls, standing at attention in the center of my full, perky breasts. I throbbed for his hands. I needed him to grab me, to massage the swollen flesh.
He dove down, sucking one into his mouth, and I arched my back upward, granting him all the access he wanted. Little sounds of pleasure filled the kitchen as I yanked at the shirt still keeping his skin from my hands.
With a little chuckle, he pulled back and his shirt joined mine.
I sighed just looking at him. His bronzed, toned body was on display for me for the first time. He had a long, narrow waist; it rippled with muscle and begged for my fingernails to scrape across it. His shoulders were so broad and strong it made me squeeze my thighs together around him.
My hands were greedy, and I reached for him. I wanted to touch every last part of him. I wanted to admire the rough and smooth contrast of his skin. I wanted to tangle my fingers in the golden chest hair that spanned his remarkable chest.
On impulse, he grabbed me and lifted me off the counter. I tightened my legs around him, and with one hand, he yanked the shorts I was wearing down over my ass. The counter was cold against my bare bottom when he sat me back down. His hands ripped the clothing the rest of the way off, and then I was totally naked before him.
His lips fastened on mine again as he pushed me down so I was lying across the island, completely on display for him. He didn’t kiss me long enough, but pulled back and picked up the can of whipped cream right beside my head.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice thick to my own ears.
Spencer’s smile was wicked as he yanked the top off with his teeth and spit it on the floor. Then he shook the can and held it upside down, angling right above my breast.
The sound of whipped cream dispensing filled the kitchen as the cold, light topping landed on my skin. He twirled it around, covering both my nipples with it and then drawing a trail down the center of my belly all the way down to my crotch.
My knees trembled with excitement when he grabbed up the chocolate sauce and tossed the lid over his shoulder. He watched me suggestively as two of his fingers dipped into the sinfully sweet sauce and then lifted out, smearing it across my chest.
He stared right into my eyes when he licked off what was left on his fingers and then climbed up to straddle me on the counter.
A growling sound erupted from somewhere deep in his chest as he began to lick the dessert off me. Long, hungry strokes of his tongue lapped up the sweet stuff, and he was very thorough. My nipples began to ache because they were so hard, and I moaned, grabbing at one and giving it a squeeze.
“What’s the matter, darlin’?” he drawled in between licking down my stomach.
I made an impatient sound and he chuckled. As he continued lower, one of his wide palms came up and settled over my breast and squeezed. Relief washed through me. I was wound so tight I was going to snap at any second.
Spencer withdrew his hand to grab my legs and drape them over his shoulders, positioning himself at my entrance. My eyes slid closed when his tongue made contact.
It was so good. He knew exactly where to lick, exactly where to suck, and precisely where to touch. His fingers teased my swollen clit as his tongue speared my wet opening, causing me to arch up off the table.
One of his fingers slid inside me, and I moaned. He shifted up so he could stare down at me. “You’re so fucking tight,” he ground out.
“It’s been a long time.” I gasped as his finger moved inside me, tentatively stretching out my inner walls.
“Good,” he growled.
“Spencer,” I whimpered, wanting far more that just his finger. I pushed up onto my elbow and stared into his dark, honey eyes. They practically smoldered with freaking sexual power.
He stood up and slowly withdrew the finger inside me. Then, keeping hold of my gaze, he put it in his mouth and licked off every last bit of me.
The bottom of my stomach completely fell out. It was hard to breathe. My body didn’t want to do anything accept feel him inside me.
I looked down for his hard cock, ready to grab it. Ready to feel it slide into me.
He was still wearing jeans.
Disappointment was like a knife cutting deep. I sat up the rest of the way, swaying slightly. He grabbed hold of my waist as I attacked the button and zipper on his jeans.
I wished I had the patience to kiss his body, to work my tongue all over him. But I didn’t. All I could think about was getting him inside me.
Spencer pushed down his boxers and jeans, his thick rod shooting out between us, on proud display. I reached for it, wrapping my hand around the base and giving it a gentle squeeze. My hand dragged upward, pulling at the throbbing flesh, working him. I wanted him as desperate as me. I wanted him to take me hard, fast, and deep.
His head rolled back on his shoulders, a low moan filling the room. I smiled and began sliding my hand up and down his shaft with a quicker pace. I enjoyed the way he throbbed in my hand, like he was anxious for more.