“I haven’t had any time to work on the place,” I said ruefully.
“I’m not judging.”He bumped my shoulder with his.“It’s cute.”
I laughed.“Liar.It’s dull.It looks like somewhere an old lady with six cats would live.I plan on putting in some more interesting landscaping, but it hasn’t been a priority.”
He frowned.“Nor should it be.You haven’t been in Coral Cove that long.I know for a fact you work long hours.Your lawn is green, and the place looks neat and orderly.What else do you need?”
“Since you asked.”I grinned.“I was thinking maybe some lilacs along the porch on a trellis.Oh, and some rose bushes and a bird bath.Every yard should have a water feature, don’t you think?”
“Of course,” he said agreeably.As we walked up the small flight of steps, Spencer smiled, taking in the wind chimes hanging in the corner and the welcome mat that had a paw print pattern.“See, you’ve put your own touches.”
“My mom sent me the wind chimes,” I confessed.“But the doormat is all me, baby.Well, me and Scout.”I unlocked the front door, and Scout launched himself at my legs, and we stumbled inside.Scout immediately diverted to Spencer, thrilled to have a visitor, tail going like a propeller.Spencer crouched down and let Scout lick his face, laughing while the dog wiggled against him.
“Hey, buddy.”Spencer scratched behind Scout’s ears.“You must be Scout.”
“He has no manners,” I said, grimacing at the way Scout was trying to lick Spencer’s face.“Sorry, just push him away.”
“Push him away?”Spencer looked up at me aghast.“I wouldn’t think of it.I love dogs.”
He did seem unbothered by Scout’s enthusiasm.Still, I ushered Scout out the back door so he could go potty.When I returned, Spencer was slowly walking around the living room, peering at the photos of my family that I had on the mantle.
I ran my gaze over his lean frame, pulse spiking with excitement.I could hardly believe Spencer was here.In my house.Soon he’d be in my bed, and the thought of that left me breathless.I pulled in a calming breath because I was getting ahead of myself.
“You want a drink?”I asked politely.
“I don’t think I need a drink,” he said, casually brushing dog hair off his jeans.He glanced up, his eyes glittering.“Do you?”
“No.”
He smiled and moved toward me, and my heartrate picked up at the hungry look in his eyes.When he was close, I slipped my arm around him and tugged him against my body.Then I lowered my mouth and took my first taste of Spencer.His lips were warm and firm, and they opened willingly to my tongue.He moaned, and I pressed closer, delving deeper into his warm mouth.
God, I’d wanted this for weeks.I’d craved his taste and longed to touch him so bad, I’d actually jerked off thinking about him a few times.But Spencer in the flesh tasted and felt way better than fantasy Spencer.I ran my hands down his muscular back, cupping his ass and squeezing those firm cheeks.
“Man, I wanna fuck you,” I whispered, nuzzling below his ear.“You want that?”
“Are you serious?”His voice was hoarse.“Fuck yeah, I want that.I’ve wanted that since I first saw you on the dock.”
I pulled back, laughing.“Really?Even though I was kind of a jerk to you that day?”
“Sure.Why not?”He smirked.“Jerks sometimes fuck like stallions.”
“True.”I laughed, taking his mouth in a greedy kiss.
His hands moved to my shoulders, then my neck, fingers threading into the short hair at my nape.He kissed me back, sucking on my tongue and rocking against me.I slid my hand down his front, between his thighs, cupping his cock.He was hard, just like me.I couldn’t wait to be inside him.
“Bedroom,” I said against his mouth.“Now.”
“God, yes.”
Scout came back inside through the pet door, collar jangling as he circled our legs.
“Scout, go to bed,” I said firmly, and the dog turned and trotted off into my room, where his dog bed was.
Spencer laughed.“Damn, he’s well trained.”
“He’s a good boy,” I murmured.“Now, let’s see, are you a good boy?”
“Not really.”He smirked.
