At the same time, the real thing was what she needed.“You know,” she said as he slid a hand into her pants.“I had to go for a physical as part of my application package.”
“Is that right?”he said, pressing more firmly.
“Mm-hm.And it turns out I’m perfectly healthy in all areas, and I still have my IUD, so...”She let her voice trail off as she squeezed his sculpted ass.
He swore softly as he caught her meaning.“But I don’t remember the last timeIgot tested.Better to be safe.”
“Do you need anything?”She had condoms in her bedside table, but would just as soon not leave now, not when he was getting to the good parts.
“I should be set.”He reached back into his wallet with one hand while keeping the other in her pants.“Yes!”
He lowered his track pants and turned away to sheath himself.She slid off her leggings and panties, then stepped into his line of sight.He looked at her with a hungry expression and his erection facing forward.“How should we do this?”
“As soon as possible.”She turned around, put her hands on the bed, and tilted her hips up.
Spencer started by easing in to get her used to the sheer length of him.The teasing turned her on and infuriated her at the same time, and she leaned back further.She chose the same moment he’d decided to thrust forward a little, and that led to him going all the way in all at once.
“Whoa!”The sudden sensation shocked the gasp out of her.
He stayed still.“Good whoa or bad whoa?”
“Good.”It was true.The more time that passed, the more comfortable she got with him.She shifted back to experiment with the feel of him.“Very good.”
Spencer clasped her hips and started thrusting.But just as she was starting to find her groove, Spencer stiffened.“No.Fuck.I’m—”
He was covered by the condom, but she still felt the warmth of his release.It was hard not to feel cheated.Not only had she not gotten close to hers or had time to even approach pleasure, but she hadn’t even gotten to see the look on his face as it happened.
Chapter Thirteen
Spencer wanted to crawlunder the bed and not come out until after Misty left for the combine.Barely three strokes in and he’d shot his load like some inexperienced teenager.He couldn’t offer any excuse except that the longer he’d felt her pressed against him, the more he’d needed this.He knew it wasn’t fair to her.She was the one who’d gotten into the event; she was the one who should have all the orgasms and pleasure a person could give, and he’d utterly failed.
He pulled out and dealt with the condom on shaky legs.Misty, however, stood as strong as ever, looking like a masterpiece bent over the bed.“I amso sorry,” he said.“If I’d known—”
“Forget it.”Her head drooped, making her look too deflated for a day like this.
“I don’t want to forget it, or you.I want to touch you everywhere and every way I couldn’t at the gym.You deserve so much better than I just gave—today and every day.Let me make it up to you.”
