His bear surged with primal satisfaction as Meryl’s arms wound around his neck, her body pressing closer. There was urgency in the way she kissed him back, as if she needed to confirm he was real, that this was real.
Spencer backed her slowly toward the wall, his hands sliding down to her waist. When her back met the solid surface, she gasped against his mouth. He broke the kiss, looking down at her with a question in his eyes.
“Yes,” she whispered, answering before he could ask.
He lifted her then, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her toward the stairs. Each step was deliberate, giving her time to change her mind. She didn’t. Instead, her mouth found his neck, her breath hot against his skin.
The bedroom was cast in shadows when they reached it. Spencer set her down beside the bed, his hands cupping her face.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice rough.
Meryl nodded, her eyes never leaving his. “I’m sure.”
Spencer reached for the hem of her sweater, his fingers grazing the warm skin beneath. She lifted her arms, allowing him to pull it over her head. The moonlight streaming through the window painted silver across her skin, and Spencer’s breath caught at the sight of her.
“You’re trembling,” she whispered, reaching up to touch his face.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he admitted, his voice rough with desire.
He lowered his mouth to the curve of her neck, tasting her skin as his lips traced a path to her collarbone. His bear rumbled with satisfaction inside him as Meryl’s breath quickened. She smelled of pine and night air and something uniquely her—a scent that had been driving him wild for weeks.
Meryl’s fingers found the buttons of his shirt, fumbling slightly in her eagerness. Spencer helped her, shrugging it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Her hands explored his chest, tracing the contours of muscle, the light dusting of hair.
“Your turn,” he murmured, reaching behind her to unhook her bra. The fabric fell away, and Spencer’s mouth went dry at the sight of her breasts in the silver light. He cupped them reverently, his thumbs brushing across her nipples until they hardened beneath his touch.
Meryl gasped, her head falling back as he bent to take one taut peak into his mouth. The taste of her skin, the soft sounds she made as he circled her nipple with his tongue—it was everything he had imagined and more.
His bear was nearly frantic with need now, urging him to claim, to possess. Spencer fought to maintain control, determined to savor every moment, every inch of her.
He lowered her onto the bed, his hands working at the button of her slacks. She lifted her hips, helping him slide them down her legs along with her underwear. When she was naked before him, Spencer couldn’t stop the groan that escaped him.
“Now you,” she said, her voice husky with desire as she reached for his belt.
He let her unfasten it, her fingers brushing against him through the fabric, sending sparks of pleasure through his body. Then his pants were gone, and there was nothing between them but skin and heat and need.
Spencer guided her back onto the bed, easing her down until she was seated at the edge. He kneeled before her, his hands gentle on her knees as he inched her thighs apart.
“Spencer,” she whispered, as he pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee.
He watched her face as he stroked up her thighs, his fingers tracing patterns on her sensitive skin. When his thumb found her center, brushing lightly over the bundle of nerves there, her eyes fluttered closed, and her lips parted on a silent gasp.
Spencer kept his gaze fixed on her expression as he slipped a finger inside her, feeling her heat, her wetness. The knowledge that she wanted him—that she was ready for him—made his bear growl with primal satisfaction.
He added a second finger, stretching her gently as his thumb continued its circular motions. Meryl bit her bottom lip, a soft whimper escaping her as her hips began to move against his hand.
“That’s it,” he murmured, lowering his head to replace his thumb with his mouth.
The first taste of her was intoxicating. His tongue explored her as his fingers continued their steady rhythm. Her hands found his hair, holding him to her as her breathing grew more ragged.
Spencer felt her begin to tighten around his fingers, her thighs trembling on either side of his head. He increased the pressure, curling his fingers inside her until he found the spot that made her cry out.
“Spencer,” she gasped, her back arching off the bed as pleasure overtook her.
He didn’t relent, his fingers and tongue working in tandem until the last tremors subsided. Only then did he raise his head, taking in the sight of her flushed face, her damp skin, her eyes half-closed in the aftermath.
Before she could fully recover, Spencer rose and lifted her, laying her properly on the bed before covering her body with his own. The feel of her beneath him, skin to skin, was almost overwhelming.
Meryl’s hands stroked down his back, over his hips, then between them. Her fingers wrapped around his length, guiding him to her entrance.
