Page 54 of One Hot Moment

Spencer and I run across the clearing to my house. He sweeps me up into his arms and opens the door without releasing me. Then he carries me across the threshold, into the entryway, straight to the bed. Once he drops me on the mattress, making it bounce, he starts undressing. "Unless I've misunderstood the concept of alone time, you should be getting naked right now, Ms. Remington."

"Yes, sir, Mr. Halfenaked."

I strip so fast that I might have ripped my panties, but I don't take the time to find out. Spencer whips his clothes off only a little bit slower than I had gotten rid of mine. I fling the covers away. He gestures for me to lie down. I do that, and he crawls up the bed until he's crouching over me.

Spencer grasps one of my legs and urges me to bend it. "Your family created a delicious meal for us, but the only dessert I need to devour is you."

"Maybe you'll let me finish devouring you afterward. We got interrupted earlier."

"Nothing short of a nuclear explosion will interrupt us this time."

Spencer hooks my leg over his shoulder and dives right in with no foreplay. He can, I'm sure, smell how aroused I am, and I'm in no mood for taking it slow. I need him inside me, but first, I want him to consume me. He slants downward inch by inch, licking his lips as if he can't wait to taste me. I let my other leg fall to the side. My breathing has become harder and faster, and he hasn't even touched me yet.

Just as his lips brush my mound, he closes his eyes halfway and smiles. "You smell so fucking good, Tabby. You always do. But tonight, you're so much slicker and ready for my cock. Not quite yet, though."

He carefully spreads my outer folds, inhaling deeply. Then he lowers his head, dragging his tongue up one side of my cleft almost to my clit. My pulse revs up. But he stops short of teasing my nub and instead drags his tongue down the other side. When he thrusts his tongue inside my opening, I let out a sharp cry. My back arches too. Nonsense babbles out of me as he flicks his tongue every which way inside me, driving me so crazy that I'm almost hyperventilating.

"Need a break, love?"

"Don't you dare stop. You're driving me insane, and I love it."

His naughty smile makes my clit throb. But when he scrapes his tongue up the middle of my cleft and latches on to my nub at last, I fist my hands in the sheets, and my body folds in on itself. He suckles my clit fiercely, grunting and groaning.

And I come. The orgasm hits me so fast and so hard that I can't speak or breathe. My ears begin to ring. My mouth falls open. He thrusts his whole hand inside me, pumping swiftly while my body milks his fingers. That just makes me come harder. A strangled gasp erupts out of me.

Even after the orgasm softens, winding down, he keeps fucking me with his hand and nibbles on my clit until I'm done. Then he sits back on his heels and wipes his fingers clean with his tongue, clearly savoring every bit of my cream.

"Holy shit, Spence. You get better at this every time."

"Naturally. I have the best source of inspiration in the world---your body."

I sit up and wrap my arms around his neck. "You give me more varieties of pleasure than I could count. And I don't just mean the sexual kind. Cuddling with you is my favorite."

"We haven't known each other that long, but already I feel as if I could spend the rest of my life with you."

I stare into his eyes, trying to measure how serious he is about what he said. Spencer is dead serious. His expression tells me so. "I would love to be with you forever. You're the first man who ever wanted to come to my family's odd little homestead. Other men would date me and might even want to take the relationship to the next level. But they all ran away when I explained about my family background. You have never even flinched."

He pulls me onto his lap, now sitting cross-legged. "You know full well that my family is hardly ordinary either. But I've been married to my job for so long that I'd almost forgotten what dating felt like. Falling in love is definitely new to me."

"For me too."

"Are you saying you, ah, are..."

"Falling in love with you? Yes, I am."

He smiles. "Glad you feel that way because I'm falling for you too."

Since I doubt he would bring up the subject that I need to discuss with him, I decide to just lay all my cards on the table. "I realize this isn't really my business. But I care about you so much, and I don't want you to regret anything later on."

"I could never regret being with you, Tabby."

"That's not what I meant." I crush my lips between my front teeth for a few seconds while I struggle with how to explain this to him in a way that won't seem like I'm meddling in his life. "I don't want you to regret not being there for your brother. Bindy called to tell you Kendall is freaking out over the wedding stuff. Don't you think that means it's important? That your brother needs you right away?"

Chapter Twenty-Three

Spencer

My expression must have gone blank because I suddenly can't think or understand words, not even the ones in my mind. My gaze is aimed at Tabitha, but I'm not looking at her. My attention is directed inward, looking at nothing in particular, but rather, something in my own mind. This woman has gotten to know me so well in the past few weeks that I can't lie to her.

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