Or worse, maybe he doesn’t want to have sex with me at all.
"I wasn't prepared for this."
"You don't keep condoms in the house?" I ask, my eyes narrowing on his ridiculously handsome face.
He laughs, but it's a nervous sound that makes me believe this isn’t a line at all. "I haven't been here long. There haven’t been a lot of opportunities to meet ladies."
I stare at him for a minute longer with one eye more closed than the other, quietly inspecting his story. When he doesn't push me again, I decide he’s legitimate. "Well, you're in luck because I happen to have some on me."
I dig around the large opening of my purse, on the floor on the side of the bed where I threw it earlier in the evening. There's a reason I carry around a bag bigger than some small dogs. I've got a lot of shit to carry. Important shit. When I roll back over on the bed, the strip of condoms unravels, the six or seven in a strip looking like a Jacob’s ladder as it fills the space from my hands to the covers.
Spencer's eyes widen. "Do you always carry around a box of condoms in your purse?"
My face heats and I shrug. "It's a new development." I leave out the part where Regina bought them for me so when I found a hot, new boyfriend, we could have a night of wild sex—her words, not mine.
"Why?" he asks.
If possible, my cheeks get warmer, and thankfully, most of me is hidden by his oversized T-shirt. “For when I met a guy worthy of using them.”
"I'm choosing to take it as a compliment."
I roll over so our bodies are chest to chest, and Spencer’s lips cover mine before I work out a witty comeback. His fingers get tangled up in the hair I threw into a loose bun. When the kiss deepens and his tongue invades my mouth, his other hand disappears underneath my shirt as his fingers tease one of my nipples.
He rolls the T-shirt up until it's caught underneath my arms and I have to tug it off, the material dropping to the floor beside the bed. His lips leave my mouth, and there isn’t time for me to mourn the loss before they cover a nipple. My body jerks when he sucks, bringing us closer.
His hard dick rubs against my pubic bone, reminding me our lower halves are still way too covered. I fumble with his boxers, this time, successful in getting them off when he lifts his hips and helps.
"Condom." He reaches around, feeling the bed for where I dropped the strip.
There's a crinkle and then a tear as he pulls one off. With firm hands, Spencer pushes on my shoulder until I’m lying on my back; his body looms over mine. I raise my butt and he slowly peels down my underwear, my feet raising in the air, my toes to the ceiling when he’s successful. Spencer stops. His eyes roam over my body like he just unwrapped a Christmas gift.
Still holding my legs in the air by my ankles, Spencer drapes them over one shoulder. One hand lazily traces circles against my skin, up and down my leg, making me thankful I took the time to shave when I showered this morning. Using his teeth, Spencer rips open the condom wrapper and, with one hand, covers his shaft.
He lines our bodies up, and I stare into his eyes as he enters me. I'm stretched further than ever before as he continues to push deeper. I drop a leg from his shoulder, making it easier and, with both my hands, latch on to his forearms, my nails digging into his skin.
Spencer doesn't seem to mind. "You're so tight." He leans closer, short, little kisses shared between us. With a final push, Spencer enters me completely and begins to move, our bodies never fully out of contact.
Our eyes meet, forming a connection. I refuse to look away and break our link. We’re slow, quiet, and passionate. Intimate.
Possibly the closest I've ever been with a man.
His thrusts increase, and I wrap my hands around his neck, ensuring we maintain our level of closeness. My orgasm is a slow and steady build, not quick and overwhelmingly like before. My body gets closer as Spencer changes his motion and our bodies connect exactly where I need. When he lowers a hand between us and uses his fingers to draw circles over my clit, the tension increases faster.
When I come, it's quieter this time, my head thrown back into the pillow, arms bringing him closer with each wave as it flows through my body. Spencer picks up his pace, each of his movements increasing my pleasure until it's almost too much. When he comes to a jittery stop, I loosen my hold from around his neck and allow them to flop down beside me. Spencer takes up a spot beside me, wrapping an arm behind my head and pulling me to his chest. Our breathing slows together as we lay in silence.
Spencer wrestles with the covers, his hand falling over the side of the bed momentarily before he lays down beside me. "I will need…" His words come between ragged breaths. "At least fifteen minutes before we make our way through the rest of the condoms."
I blow a steady stream of air between my lips but don’t object. Who’s complaining about my box of condoms now?
CHAPTER NINE
"Joslin?" Spencer's voice carries into the bathroom.
I spit out the last of the toothpaste and drop the brand-new toothbrush Spencer brought home for me four days ago into the little container next to the sink. "Yeah?"
"Where's the condom?"
"Huh?" I squeeze my hair in the towel to quicken the drying process and walk out of his en-suite bathroom.
