Getting a firm grip on his ass, I roll him under me without breaking our hold, staying firmly inside him. “I’ll always hold you, whenever you want.” I unhurriedly slide out of him and then back in, watching the pleasure flit over his face. Fuck, he’s stunning. “I’ll never take for granted what you give me or ask for more than you’re willing. I’ve always let you lead.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t.”
“No?” I thrust into him a little harder this time, and his lips part on a strangled gasp. “You want me to take care of you, baby?”
The next moan gets caught in his throat. He drops his head back onto the pillow, arching into me. “Yeah—yes. I trust you to do it right.”
As if I could do anything but treat him like he’s the most important thing in my life. As long as he looks at me like this, he’s my light. Hell, even if he doesn’t, I could still never let go. I’m not afraid of what I might become if he ever turned away from me, because I know he never will. The possessive monster that lives in my chest is mutual; it lives in his chest too.
“This?” Another thrust causes another groan to spill from those incredible lips. “This is not a requirement, Spencer. Don’t ever think I’d be so shallow as to demand this from you just because you gave it to me once.”
He wraps his legs around me, dragging me down into another kiss. I try to be as gentle as I can, but the way he’s grasping at my mouth and squirming in my arms, lifting his hips on every thrust, it’s impossible to stay in control. He’s doing it on purpose, working out how much it takes to make me crack. It can’t be a surprise that it doesn’t take much.
Every time I push in, he squeezes tight around me, and I’m not going to last much longer with that kind of pressure. And fuckinghell, the sounds he makes. Songs from the heavens.
“Are you close?” The way he’s leaking between us, gliding over my stomach as I move above him says yes, but I want to hear it from him.
Spencer presses his open mouth against my cheek. “I—I think so?”
With a low chuckle, I reach between us and take hold of him. He shudders when I thumb the tip of his cockhead, and his ass clenches tightly. “How about now?”
“Yeah, definitely closer,” he groans out.
“Gonna come with me?”
“I’ll go with you anywhere.”
The words, spoken in Spencer’s deep husky voice, are enough to make me come. He clutches at me with a cry and, just like he promised, follows me.
Chapter twenty-three
Spencer
I didn’t think therewas anything better than eating pancakes in bed at two in the morning. I can safely say I was wrong. Sitting naked, with an ache in my ass that tells of time well spent,andeating pancakes in bed, is waybetter. Also, pancakes.
“I was sceptical when you put bananain these pancakes, but they’re fantastic,” I mumble around a mouthful. The melted chocolate and whipped cream drizzled over the top helps too. It’s like a banana-split pancake.
“They needed to be used up; you always forget you bought them.”
“That’s becauseyoubought them.” I only like banana when it’s in something baked. Though I never thought to put them in pancakes. Does that count as being baked? I think they’re in that grey area.
“You’re incapable of shopping on your own. Do you remember what happened last time?”
“Five packets of family-sized Skittles aren’ttoo much.” I’ll die on that hill and then haunt it for eternity. And since Kendrick isn’t allowed to leave me, he’s also dying on that hill, whether he likes it or not. “There’s no limit to how many bags of Skittles a household can own.”
“The limit is one.”
“We can agree to disagree. And we should put Skittles on the shopping list on the fridge.” I lift a knee and rest my elbow on it, twisting over to cut off another piece of pancake with my fork. A little of the melted chocolate drips onto my thigh. Before I can do something about it, Kendrick leans forward and licks it off. His tongue flicks over my skin long after it’s clean. He can do it forever if he wants.
I scoop a little of the melted chocolate up on the tip of my finger and smear it over his nose. “Oops. Guess I better get that for you.”
Kendrick shoots me an amused look, but I’m too preoccupied with getting my tongue across the bridge of his nose, making sure to get all of the chocolate. I move down to his lips, and he parts for me, letting me in to play.
“I love you. And you make good pancakes.”
Kendrick chuckles and gives me one last kiss before pulling back and eating more of said pancakes. We’re sharing a plate between us and have made quick work of the stack he cooked.
We should have some at our wedding. Pancakes are allowed, right? It’s my wedding, so no one can tell me that I can’t.
