A Perfect Storm(48)

He took his own sweet time about it, too, easing into her, teasing her  with the slowness of it, making her want him deep, forcing her to groan  again in frustration.

Yup, as a really big guy, he was … proportionate in all ways.

But it was actually pretty wonderful, more so than she'd ever imagined. No pain, just sweet, sharp pleasure.

As he filled her up and then some, she squeezed without meaning to and  drank his groan of pleasure. Deeper, deeper, until he'd buried himself  inside her.

Indescribable.

Unfamiliar. Exciting.

New and hot.

She freed her mouth and whispered, "Ohmigod, that's … " She breathed hard.

Spencer kept his dark, glittering gaze locked on hers. "I want your mouth, Arizona. Don't stop kissing me."

"Okay. But don't you want to-"

"Not yet."

His mouth was wonderful; he kissed her in ways she'd never known, in ways that … involved her. Pleased her.

It felt more about her than she'd known was possible. He kept kissing  her more and more, as if he couldn't get enough, couldn't give enough.

He was inside her, yet he didn't thrust. No loss of control. No rush to the finish line.

Except to cuddle her breasts and stroke her skin and make her insane with those drugging kisses, he didn't move at all.

When she moaned, he finally freed her mouth, but only to kiss her throat, her shoulder.

How the heck could that be so wonderful?

He lifted her breast and closed his mouth over her nipple again, tugging hotly, teasing with his tongue and then with his teeth.

All those remarkable, wonderful aches deepened, building up, expanding, until she had to move.

And when she did, Spencer helped her, clasping her hips and guiding her  so that she rode him just right, pulling away and then sinking down  again, getting all of him on each long stroke.

Heat rose from their bodies. They both breathed harder and faster, moved harder and faster.

And through it all, Spencer touched her, watched her, encouraged her.

Focused on her.

That was so new-and so exciting.

Her eyes closed and her fingertips sank into his shoulders. "Don't you dare stop again."

"I won't." With both hands on her breasts, he teased her nipples, his  gentle touch making her wilder, hotter. "I could look at you like this  all day."

All day? No way. "I can't … " Her thighs strained and her body clenched  around him. The pleasure peaked-and ebbed. Oh, God, oh, God. "I need … "  Something. Her thundering heartbeat rocked her body. "Spencer … "

"Shh. It's okay. I'm going to help you." He slipped a hand between their  bodies, his fingers sliding over her wet sex until he touched her  clitoris.

"Right here, Arizona?" He watched her face and smiled. "Yes. Right here."

Crying out, she rode him hard as she sought release. He found a rhythm  that sent her heartbeat skyrocketing. She tried to be quiet and  couldn't. She tried to center on him and couldn't. Everything narrowed,  spiked.

His voice rough, Spencer whispered, "I want you to come for me, Arizona."

And amazingly enough, she did.





CHAPTER SIXTEEN


SPENCER WATCHED HER FACE, saw the moment the pleasure overtook her, and  much as he wanted to let go, he couldn't give it up, couldn't miss  seeing her like this.

Never one to be inhibited, Arizona came with deep guttural groans, her  face tight with release, her long dark hair tumbling everywhere. He felt  her squeezing him tight, and he felt her wetness.

More than that, he felt her surprise.

As she eased, her cries quieted, and her body quivered in small  aftershocks. Limp, a little sweaty, she came down over his chest with a  moan. "Oh, my God."

Moved by her honest response, he smiled and kissed her temple, then  rearranged her a little, keeping her legs bent but stroking her spine  and smoothing back her hair. It was the oddest thing, being so primed  and so incredibly turned on, but content just to be with her, to hold  her.

"I have no bones."

"Mmm. Well, I still have one particular bone that I'll continue sharing with you."

She snickered. "I meant that I'm limp."

"In a good way, I hope." He kissed her temple again with affection and caring, though he doubted she knew it.

Could she recognize genuine caring? He just didn't know.

"A very good way." She stirred enough to run her fingers through his chest hair. "I like this."

Damn, given the slick, snug way she still held him, when she moved her  hand, even a finger, he felt it on his cock. "The release?"

"Actually, I meant your sexy, hairy chest. God, Spencer, I do love  touching you." She lifted her head and smiled at him. She had a glow  about her, her blue eyes lazy, her honey-colored skin flushed a dusky  rose. Almost timidly, she said, "But, yeah, the other was pretty  amazing, too."                       
       
           



       

Damn, but she pleased him. "I'm glad."

"It was a surprise, you know? Sort of blew my socks off. At least it would have if I was wearing socks."

Nervous chatter from Arizona?

Talking while still buried inside her sweet body wasn't easy, but he managed. "Sometimes surprises are nice."

She now had both hands running over his chest. "I mean, of course I knew  about it. But getting that, going all goosey and tingly and that  breathtaking wave of sensation, with you inside me, well, that was a big  old first for me."

Damn it, he couldn't bear it. Hearing her talk about it was making him  hotter. He caught her face and pulled her in close for another devouring  kiss. He wanted to brand her in some way, to make her his and only  his-and he wanted to treat her as gently as possible, to cherish her and  show her that love didn't hurt.

Love?

Oh, God. Determined to block that from his mind, Spencer tangled his  hands in her hair and ate at her soft mouth. Not turning her to her back  took great concentration on his part. He desperately wanted to be over  her, in her, driving hard and deep …

His control shattered.

"My turn," he whispered, and it took little enough for him to clasp that  lush ass and press up into her. She still had her knees drawn up along  his sides, her full, firm breasts pressing against his chest.

As he thrust, she moaned, clenched around him, and opened her mouth on his shoulder.

Surprised, he asked softly, "Again?"

As an answer, her short nails dug into his muscles, and she began rocking her hips in a cadence with his.

Amazing.

Holding back wasn't easy, but no way would he cut her short. He hugged  her closer so that she ground against him with each movement of their  bodies, her clit on his shaft, her stiffened nipples against his chest.  With her scent surrounding him, she got wetter, her body hotter, and he  had to grit his teeth to keep from exploding.

Just when he thought he wouldn't last a second more, she gave a  vibrating moan and treated him to the slight sting of her sharp little  teeth. Perfect. He let himself go with a harsh, guttural groan.

Coming was great.

Coming with Arizona was … hell, maybe life-altering. He felt a part of her, connected in an alarming way.

After what seemed an eternity, they both went lax, melting into the  mattress with pounding heartbeats and labored breaths. Arizona was a  warm, gentle weight on his chest, her scent spicier now, filling his  head.

Seconds ticked by.

He didn't want to move. Ever.

He didn't want to talk, either. Not yet. Not until he'd reconciled all the ways she leveled him.

Nothing had really changed, and yet it felt as if everything had.

Sluggishly, Arizona pushed up on straightened arms and looked at him.  With an amused shake of her head and a groan of near-discomfort, she  unbent her legs-and collapsed again.

And even that, feeling her slim but strong limbs around him, her full  breasts and now soft nipples on his sweat-damp chest … it moved him. A  lot.

In myriad ways.

While trying to calm his chaotic thoughts, Spencer idly caressed her  dewy skin. He could span the width of her back with one hand, and yet  she had more courage than most grown men.

At six feet, five inches tall, he towered over a lot of people. His job  as a bounty hunter, his demeanor of grim resolve, gave most reason for  pause. But not Arizona. From their very first meeting, she'd gone head  to head with him, her pride, her determination and confidence matching  his in spades.

She'd been smart enough for wariness; she had a very real understanding  of her own limitations. But she'd had no real fear of him.

Mostly because she thought she had little enough to lose. But also  because she had real skill. Granted, the skills were limited by her size  and strength, but put to the test, she'd do well under pressure or in a  situation rife with danger.

He admired her.

And now, knowing she also matched him sexually … it was more than any man should have to deal with.

"Holy smokes, Spence." She gave him a playful love bite, then rubbed her nose over his chest hair. "I'm almost speechless."