She did not argue any further, melting into him completely. There was a part of Spencer that wished she had refused, because he did not know just how far he was willing to go with her, but a far greater part of him was thrilled that she wished to continue. There was so much that he wanted to do with her, and his reasoning was sound.
They were alone, and it was most unlikely that anyone would come their way. It was all he needed to convince himself that he could take it further without consequence.
Especially when she was looking at him as pleadingly as she was.
He took a heavy plant pot from beside the door and blocked the entrance to be certain that they would be safe, and then took her in his arms again. He laid her out on the ground, placing his coat under her head so that she was comfortable.
“Spencer,” she whispered, “what are you–”
He slid the fabric of her skirts over her ankles, slowly dragging it over her calves as he bent over her and kissed her neck again. He craved the way she inhaled each time sharply, and as her dress was pulled over her knees, he pulled away from her again, grinning wickedly.
“Try to keep quiet,” he instructed. “I have blocked the door, but if they hear you, there is nothing I can do.”
It was risking their livelihoods, but it was worth the risk. He could no longer hold back. From the way her eyes had dilated to dark pools of need, he knew she felt the same way.
He began at her calves, planting gentle kisses up them as he moved upward. She moved without thinking, writhing beneath him in a way that made him wonder if he would be able to control himself.
He reached her thighs, brushing the delicate skin on the back of her knees with his fingers.
“Please don't stop,” she begged in a hushed tone. “Keep going. Please.”
He chuckled at her sudden loss of intelligent thought. He had no intention of stopping, but given that she sounded so exquisite when she begged, he wanted her to continue a while longer.
And so, he moved back up, his hands sliding around her back. She arched up into him, whimpering as she unlaced her corset and discarded it to one side. She shivered in the light breeze, and he covered her breasts with his hand, cupping them.
“OhGod,” she said softly, “Spencer, please.”
“Is this what you want?” he asked, his hand resting on her waist.
She shook her head firmly, her eyes not leaving his.
“What about this?” he suggested, tracing lines over her stomach.
“More,” she insisted, shaking her head again.
With a grin, he put his hand up her skirt again, daring to touch her most sensitive place.
He did not need to ask her again. The look on her face as he began to stroke her was all he needed to know that that was what she was asking him for.
“Next time,” he explained, “I want you to tell me exactly what you want. I know you know about all of this. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she replied gently, her eyes closed, and her head tilted back, exposing her delicious neck again.
He circled his thumb, delighting in the way she writhed beneath him. Suddenly, her hand flew to cover her mouth, her brow furrowing.
“Will you be able to keep quiet?" he asked.
“I can try,” she assured him. “Why? What are you going to do to me?”
“What do you want me to do? I told you to use your words, dear.”
Her cheeks were scarlet, and she was clearly reluctant to say such inappropriate things, yet she was desperate to do so.
“Your mouth,” she gasped as he stroked her. “I want– I want you to use your mouth.”
He was more than happy to oblige. He returned his lips to her thighs and continued making his way upward until his tongue reached her mound. Once again, she covered her mouth, biting down on her fingers as he deftly flicked over where she was most sensitive.
She tasted sweet, and he took pleasure in knowing that she was enjoying him. There was so much that he wanted to do with her, and none of it should have been done in such a public place, but that made it all the more exciting to him.
