Taste (Take It Off #9)(29)
Author: Cambria Hebert

I was about to lean down and take him into my mouth when he pushed me back and yanked my legs toward him. My ass was off the island completely now, but I was in no danger of falling. My legs wound around the narrow part of his waist and the firm tip of his cock pressed against my opening.

“Yes,” I whispered.

He thrust forward, invading my body, immediately stretching out my tight insides with one single stroke. My mouth fell open, but no sound came out.

He gave me exactly what I wanted, pounding into me with the kind of fervor that caused me to moan over and over again. I couldn’t see anything because I was blinded by passion. I couldn’t feel anything but his solid rod spearing me again and again.

I rocked against him, wanting him as deep as he could possibly go. The veins in his biceps stood out with the bulging of his muscles, and the sound of our bodies slapping together was sweet music.

“Spencer,” I whimpered as my body spiraled closer and closer to release. It was such a powerful feeling that it made me slightly nervous.

“I’m right there with you, baby,” he murmured, his voice strained.

My back was jerked up off the counter. He pulled me into a sitting position and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in to him farther, driving his length in deeper.

His eyes found mine and a look passed between us, the kind of look I would never in my entire life forget. It went deeper than his cock ever could.

He caught my lips in a gentle kiss. It was a direct contrast to the way in which he was making love to me. Our lips fused together as a shudder moved through him. With one last hard thrust, he began to come, his hot seed spraying my inner walls, and I moaned.

Spencer swallowed every sound that resulted in the orgasm ripping through my body, and he kissed me until my limbs went slack and I collapsed, completely spent, against him.

Somehow, he supported both our weight as our breathing returned to normal.

“Shit, Elle,” he swore against my hair. “I knew you were hot, but that was…”

I giggled.

“That was fucking shattering.”

I couldn’t agree more.

Still totally boneless, he lifted me off the island and carried me into the living room, where he collapsed on the couch, not once separating our bodies.

With his hands cupping my hips, he kissed me again. He kissed me like he hadn’t just been all over my body, like this was his first taste of me. I shifted my body, rolling my hips over him, and felt his cock stir to life.

He pulled back and looked at me, surprise flickering in his gaze.

“Again?” I said, rocking against him.

“Clearly, I’m up for it,” he drawled.

This time I rode him, pressing his hard body into the cushions of my couch and watching all the expressions of satisfaction that came over his face. I moved slower this time, taking the opportunity to feel his body, to get to know it. He seemed all too happy to lie back and let me touch him. His body was my own personal playground.

Eventually, the playtime became too much and both our bodies needed more. Spencer pulled me close, bringing our bare chests together as I ground down on his lap.

I called out his name when release rippled through me, and he held me even tighter.

When we were done, my legs felt rubbery and the center of my body felt swollen, but it was a pleasurable feeling. I don’t think I’d ever been so satisfied in my entire life.

In the kitchen, I slid his T-shirt over my body because it was the first one I saw. But it was also because I wanted to wear it.

I stood gazing down at the melting ice cream, smears of chocolate, and whipped cream all over the island. I would never look at this kitchen the same way again.

Solid arms encircled me from behind, and he nuzzled my ear.

“You made a mess,” I said, rubbing a palm over his forearm.

He grunted, and I laughed.

My entire body felt sticky. “I need a shower.”

“Me, too,” he said, pulling me closer against him.

I shut my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being held. It had been so long, and even then, it never felt this right.

“The bathroom is upstairs, first door on the left,” I told him. “Go ahead up. I’ll just take care of this and meet you in there.”

He groaned and buried his face in the back of my hair. “You smell good.”

“I probably smell like chocolate because someone made a giant sundae out of my body,” I said, smiling.

“Best damn sundae I ever ate.”

I spun in his arms and looped my own around his neck. “Really,” I said. “Why are you single?”

The color of his eyes was incredible, and the intensity behind his direct stare had this way of taking over my entire being. “I’ve been focused on my career. In the Marines, I was too busy overseas and working to get serious with anyone, and then I signed on at the White House and I was too busy trying to establish myself there and to be taken seriously at a young age.” He shrugged beneath my arms. “No one’s ever made me want to make room in my life.”

“I guess I can understand that.” I felt a little pang that he didn’t want to make room in his life for me. But it was for the best. I had Jack to think about. I wasn’t about to let another man into his life—into my life—that would only walk out again.

He gazed at me seriously. “I want to make room for you, Elle.”

I averted my gaze. He’d just said the words I wanted to hear, but now that they were out there, I wasn’t sure I wanted them to be. All the reasons I just thought of were still there. I couldn’t risk letting him in only to be hurt again.

“Spence,” I said, lifting my face. He didn’t let me speak. Instead, he kissed me. It was soft and sweet; he coaxed my lips open like gentle rays of the sun on a flower after a rainstorm. He didn’t press me. He didn’t demand. He merely kissed me until I offered more.

It stole away my heart.

When he finally pulled away, I dropped my forehead down onto his shoulder, pressing my mouth together and trying to control my shaking insides.

“Darlin’,” he drawled, whispering in my ear. “I know you have to think about Jack. I know that boy comes first, and I understand it. Hell, I’m in awe of you.”

I pulled back and looked at him questioningly.

“To have accomplished everything you have and be raising that boy all by yourself…” He shook his head. “I respect you for it. I’m damn proud of you.”

I swallowed past the lump in my throat.

“I’m not trying to rush you into anything. I’m just saying I want you. I want to know everything about you, and if and when you decide it’s okay, I’d like to know Jack, too.”