He catches it and tosses it on the couch. “Pretty much the same thing you like about true crime.” His hand is on my waist again, fisting my blouse, tugging it out of my skirt and up my back.
I pause to help him lift it over my head, thankful I wore my pretty lace bra. Doubly thankful I just had the complete spa treatment two days ago… Fucking Elliot. Glad I’m not wasting a body scrub, waxing, mani-pedi, and facial on that idiot.
“Hey, beautiful. Did I lose you?” Spencer doesn’t miss a beat. He monitors my every response, and I have a feeling it’s going to be a very good thing.
“Just an old ghost trying to get me down.”
He catches my face in his elegant hand. “Don’t let it.” Our eyes meet, and he’s so focused. “Do you trust me?”
“I hardly know you.”
“You can always tell me to stop, and I will.”
“What are you planning to do to me?”
He turns my body so my back is to his chest and slides one hand over my bare stomach, pressing us flush. I’m still in my Armani skirt, but glancing down, I can see my hardened nipples through the thin cups of my bra.
“I want to take you from behind,” he speaks in my ear, his voice thick, his beard scuffing my cheek. “I want to look down and see those beautiful tits bounce as I thrust into you again and again.”
Leaning my head back, I close my eyes as he traces the fingers of his other hand up my arm, to the silk covering my breast and squeezes. I gasp as he continues.
“I want my hands all over them, lifting and squeezing as I kiss the side of your neck.” He does it, placing warm lips to my heated skin. “Smell your beautiful hair, memorize every inch of your gorgeous body…”
His teeth graze my neck, up behind my ear as he inhales deeply. My insides are wet and clenching, and when he bites the skin on my neck, I almost meow. Lust and hunger and vodka and wine swirl in my veins, and I’m blazing with need.
“That sounds good…” I manage to say.
He releases me, and I take a shaky step forward, turning to watch as he loosens his tie and lifts it over his head. His eyes never leave me as he quickly unbuttons his white dress shirt.
I want to do something sensual for him, so I reach around behind me and unbutton my skirt, sliding it down my smooth thighs.
I’ve always been a little self-conscious about my body. I’m not petite. I’m tall and curvy, what some people would call a big girl. My stomach is soft, but Spencer looks at me like I’m a chocolate soufflé. He actually licks his lips.
“Incredible.”
“Not too much?” I step closer as his shirt opens.
His skin is a nice olive tan dusted with soft, dark hair, and he’s hiding some serious abs under all those layers of expensive fabric.
“So hard…” I trace my fingers along the lines in his torso, curling my nails lightly. His slacks hang nicely on his hips, and I felt his cock against my ass a moment ago.
His lip curls as he pulls me to him again. “Do you know how perfect you are? This gorgeous ass. These breasts.” He unfastens my bra as he speaks, and I inhale a little gasp when he pulls me to his chest. “You’re a Marilyn. A Jane.”
“Spencer…” Our skin slides together, and it’s electricity and heat.
“You want me to stop?” His smokey eyes hold mine.
“No… It’s just… it’s been a long time.”
That makes him pause. “How long?”
“Months.”
“Criminal.” He shakes his head as he resumes his movements, holding me to him and sliding his hands down the small of my back. His lips graze my neck, sending chills through my arms and legs. “We’ll take our time.”
The small hairs on his chest tickle my hardened nipples, and I reach around his waist, sliding my hands down to squeeze the muscles of his ass. “Not too slow.”
He grins wickedly. “There you are.”
“What do you mean?”
“My sassy redhead, come with me.” Taking my hand, he turns and starts towards the hallway.
I step out of my heels as he takes a glass of ice water off the table.
He leads me deeper into his elegantly furnished home. We enter his bedroom, where a massive king-sized bed is positioned against one wall. It’s covered in navy sheets, surrounded by more dark wood and leather. Everything is gleaming brass and polished wood, and it smells like money.
Pausing beside a tall armoire, he places his white shirt on a mahogany valet stand. I admire the ripple of muscles in his arms, the deep line down the center of his back, the definition in his waist.
I take a sip of ice water, and nearly choke when he slides his pants off and turns to face me. Those two lines of muscle drop in a V into his black boxer briefs, and the outline of his erection makes my stomach quiver.
“Come here.” It’s a low command, and I’m quick to set the water down and obey. “Stop. Bring the glass.”
Picking it up again, I do my best sexy walk to where he’s waiting in all his broad-shouldered, narrow waist, thick cock straining against dark fabric glory. I want to lick him all over.
“You’re amazing, Sin.”
“Why do you call me that?”
“Because you’re sexy as sin… sinfully tempting.”
Okay… I like that answer. It makes me smile, which makes him smile.
He takes my hand and turns me so my back is to his chest. His mouth descends to my shoulder as he lifts my breasts in both hands, squeezing and fondling them. My head drops back when he bites my neck, and I almost drop the glass.
He groans, rolling my nipples in his fingertips. “I want you on my lap.”
Heat surges through my core, and my body moves in time with his touch. “Do you remember when you said you wanted to fuck me all night?”
His mouth is at my ear. “How could I forget?”
“Did you ever think about it after that night?”
“Many times.” Stepping around, he leads me to the bed. He takes the glass and sets it on the nightstand, fishing an ice cube out of the water. “Lie back.”
“What are you doing?”
“Close your eyes.”
I do as he says then gasp as the frozen water covers my hard nipple. “Spencer…”
“Be still.” It’s a low order, and I do my best not to squirm away as the cold becomes painful.
“I don’t think I can… Oh…” The ice is gone, replaced by his mouth, which feels obscenely hot by contrast.
My back arches off the bed as I moan, as he moves it to my other breast and repeats the process. It’s excruciatingly pleasurable, and he rises up, claiming my mouth in a devouring kiss.
His hand holds the top of my head, and he pushes my lips apart, his tongue invading, finding mine. He’s possessive and demanding, circling and caressing, and I rise off the bed with a moan as he slips his hand into my panties, circling the ice over my clit.
I hum against his lips. He bites mine lightly, pulling them with his as he slides the ice lower, dipping it into my core.
“Spencer…” My eyes pop open in time to see him rise up and put the cube in his mouth.
“Good girl.” A naughty smile curls his lips. “Would you like some more?”