CHAPTER 1
Spencer
I clicked on the music and let Baby, It’s Cold Outside slide off the speakers while I poured a Christmas cocktail into a glass. Singing along to the music, I plucked a cherry from the dish and garnished the top of the festive drink.
I stepped into my pretty red shoes, courtesy of my Aunt Lisa, looked into the mirror, and smoothed my free hand down my very short nightdress.
Steam rushed across my face as I opened the door to the master bathroom, and the wet warmth of it coated my skin with promises to come.
Easing onto the velvet chair I had moved from my closet earlier this morning, I crossed my legs and shamelessly admired the view.
Water cascaded down the planes of his back, down his rock-solid ass, and swirled around his feet. Slowly, I pressed the frosted glass to my lips and downed some of the cool, tasty drink. My legs pressed together, and my stomach coiled when my fiancé turned to lean back into the spray.
Like the snow outside, the soap made its way down, finding the paths and grooves of his body. It slid over his yummy stomach and dripped from his semi-hard erection.
“How can someone be this sexy?” I whispered to myself. The author in me started writing the scene, and I found myself getting incredibly turned on. I leaned forward and took another long sip. Finding the cherry with my tongue, I fiddled with it between the ice cubes. Sweet juice tantalized my taste buds and awakened my senses even further.
With all my focus on his stomach, my mesmerized gaze followed his hand as it moved across his hip to his erection where it tightened and gave him a few pumps.
I bit the cheery in two and swallowed it down in a gulp before I lazily dragged my eyes up his mountain of a body and reached his eyes that were now deeply focused on me.
A hungry expression flashed across his face as he kept a slow, steady pace on his erection. Loving that he was totally comfortable with our constant need to ravish each other, I leaned back and uncrossed my legs.
“Do it.” His voice was husky and filled with lots of dirty promises. Blake was the definition of a detective—tall, dark, and quiet. The weight of what he saw every day shaped him into a perfect sexy, dark character in any book. Truth be told, he was the muse for the past three books I’d released this year.
“Spencer,” he warned, and I snapped out of that fantasy and into this one.
I reached between my thighs and found myself wet and ready. Easing two fingers inside, I dropped my head back against the wall and matched his rhythm.
When I saw his neck twitch and knew he was enjoying the show, I lifted a leg and gently pressed down on the heel of my shoe, allowing it to settle into the velvet and giving him a lovely shot of my arousal.
“Mm,” he growled loudly and stepped out of the spray, leaving the water running. Standing naked a foot away from me with water drops finding little spots to hide on his perfect body, he snatched my drink off the counter and downed the rest.
In a quick motion, he hooked his arms under my knees and pulled me down, so my back was flat. He dropped to his knees and shot me a wicked smile as he held an ice cube between his teeth. It protruded just a little. Before I could prepare, he swiped it in between my folds and sent a wild new sensation through my overheated body.
“God damn, Blake.” I laughed and held his head in place as he licked, sucked, and dove around with ice cold lips. With one hand, he stroked the outside of my thigh and around my bare ass. He picked up the pace, and I could tell he was holding back when he really wanted to go crazy on me.
My heels and nails dug at his back, and my head whipped back and forth, so close to my own release.
“Blake, I’m so close.”
He stood and hauled me down to the edge of the chair, holding my legs straight up, and plunged in deep. The base of his shaft smacked my opening, sending a delicious sound throughout the room. His thrusts nearly lifted me right off the chair.
“You’re so damn gorgeous.” He smiled down at me. “You fit me so damn well.”
I smiled up at this beautiful man, the one I had fallen in love with while working on a case. A case that not only almost took my life, but sadly robbed me of the lives of my parents a year earlier. He was my hero, my protector, my real-life research partner. And boy, did I love our research moments.
His strong hands covered my bouncing breasts, and he kneaded them with a satisfied moan. His fingers pinched my nipples hard, and I shot off into a million colors as different degrees of heat licked my insides.
Blake always waited until I was completely satisfied before he would allow his own release. He bucked forward, nearly bending me in half, and buried his face in my chest.
“How can sex just keep getting better and better?”
“I have no idea.” I laughed, feeling oh-so-good, but then yelped when he pulled me up, still inside me, and walked us into the warm spray. Pressing my back into the shower wall, he kissed my neck and whispered all the things he loved about me.
Despite my past, hang-ups, near death experiences, and his, we had made it out to the other side better than ever.
“We’re going to be late.” He pulled me from my thoughts.
“What’s one more round?” I kissed his jaw, wanting more.
“I promised your uncle we’d be there on time, and I have the truck, remember?”
“Remember?” I gave him a wicked smile. “How can I forget our snowstorm sex?” Last year, Blake and I were trapped on the side of the road, caught in one of the worst snowstorms New York had ever seen. Instead of being upset or cold, we found other ways to keep each other warm.
“We should really try that again sometime.” He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and laughed in his throat as he kissed me senseless.
Somehow, we untangled our bodies in time to get dressed and run out the door to the snow-covered beast that was his truck.
“Back inside, Lloyd.” I shooed my brat-of-a-kitty back inside and blew my hound a kiss. Shutting the front door again, I heard a sound and walked around the other side of my patio to see my crazy neighbor, Shannan, knee deep in snow, pulling a tree across her lawn.
“Shannan?” I called and did my best to cover my laughter at the scene. My tiny bulldog of a neighbor, who was maybe four foot nine inches tall, give or take, was trying to move a tree about three times her size.
“Hey, babe,” she huffed and fell backward, sending a puff of powered snow into the air like a bomb.
“Do you need help?”
“No,” she popped up, “I’m making a point with Kim, that I can do this on my own.”
I laughed lightly. She and her wife were like two little spitfires, always trying to be the one on top.