“Spencer,” I whimpered.
“If I start kissing you,” he trailed kisses up my arm, making his way to my shoulder, “I don’t know how the hell I’m going to stop.” His finger ran along the top of my breasts, just enough to tease and leave me wanting more.
When he placed a kiss just below my ear, my body shivered. His gentle kisses doing things to me I hadn’t felt in such a long time.
“Please, Daddy, kiss me,” I pleaded. Every time I called him Daddy, he took it just a tad further. Turned out the term of endearment was a little kink for him and an easy way to get what I wanted.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, Bella.” His large hand gripped my throat, pulling me toward his mouth.
“Show me,” I demanded before his lips crashed into mine.
Spencer controlled every moment of our kiss, and I was at his mercy. Surrendering myself to him, my mouth was his to take advantage of. His rough beard ran along my chin, and I embraced the burn. His tattooed hand had a hold around my throat. Firm and protective, telling me I was every bit his. ThatI wasn’t going anywhere. The harder he gripped, and the deeper he kissed, the more my body responded.
His tongue danced along mine. With each dip into my mouth, he groaned. The sound coming from his mouth was so fucking hot that I needed more of him. I needed his moans to be ingrained in my mind.
My hands reached out in desperation, finding the hem of his white shirt. I slid the fabric halfway up his back, eager to explore the tan chiseled muscles I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off of the day at the pool.
His skin burned beneath my touch.
As expected, he was defined. Carved. Made of goddamn steel and the most perfect man I’d ever had the opportunity to touch.
I needed more.
I needed him closer.
My fingernails dug into his back, bringing him closer to my core. His body dropped, and his hard cock rubbed against my inner thigh. The feeling sparked a longing in me that I’d been suppressing for more time than I thought.
It was more than longing. It was pure desperation.
I’d had sex since my breakup. It came with the job. But what I hadn’t felt was the undeniable need to rip someone’s clothes off. The overwhelming attraction. The feeling of being able to come just from a man owning my mouth and nothing else.
Tugging at his shirt, our lips broke just long enough for him to rip the fabric over his head. Resting both hands on either side of my face, his eyes bored into mine. We were both out of breath; our chests puffed up from panting, trying to figure out how far we should take this.
It was then that I silently checked him out. Storing this image of his body hovering over mine away for a rainy day.
His deep brown locks were a sexy mess that I loved to run my fingers through. The sprinkle of hair across his chest, and thethin strip that led down to the band of his exposed Calvin Kleins reminded me just how much of a man he was.
His dark ink that fully covered one arm, and the two thin black bands wrapped around the opposite forearm.
My red lipstick spread messily across his lips.
Everything about him had me lusting for more.
“Fuck, you’re hot.” I couldn’t help myself. My heart raced inside my chest, and I needed him to know what I was feeling—how I was seeing him.
His head dipped to mine, resting on my forehead as a large smile grew across his face.
“What am I going to do with you, Avery?” He shook his head and chuckled.
“You can start by kissing me more.” I smiled sweetly.
“The only reason I was able to stop was because you gave me a moment of clarity when you started ripping off my shirt.” His thumb glided along my lower lip. “I told you, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop. As badly as I want to see how soaked you are for me under these flimsy pajamas, my morals won’t allow me to fuck you tonight when I paid for you.”
What the hell was I supposed to say to that?
I wanted nothing more than to take this further, but in the sweetest way I’d ever heard, he told me he wasn’t going to take it all the way with me tonight.
That statement alone proved to me I wouldn’t be able to walk away after tonight. No part of me had any idea of what was to come, but one thing I knew for certain, I didn’t want tonight to be the one and only night that Spencer Russo held me as I fell asleep.
