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words if you discounted the contraction. But he looked and sounded as if he meant them.
He also looked hot. And sexy. And just...Spence.
“Are you talking to me, or my breast?” Melody ran her fingers through his thick hair and let him have his way. “I—”
He interrupted whatever she was going to say—she wasn’t sure what that was, actually—with another scorching kiss. Enough talking . That was also Spence. Pillow talk wasn’t his style. He was a man of action in every way, so that hadn’t changed.
Neither had the way he could so quickly ready her with a touch, with his kiss; even a meaningful look could do the trick.
Not that she really needed foreplay, but he was considerate enough to make sure by gliding his hand over the curve of her hip then sliding a finger deep inside her. “Wet and hot. You’ve missed me, too.”
If only she could deny it.
She ran her hands down his bare back. “Hurry.”
The rasp of the drawer of the nightstand being pulled open momentarily distracted her from the haze of her lust-induced delirium, and he extracted a foil pouch, tore it open and covered himself. That was something else she’d address later. He had condoms on hand.
He entered her in a slow movement that managed to convey that he wanted to go faster but wouldn’t rush it. He was the lover she remembered, finesse balanced by a hot-blooded approach to making love. He could accurately gauge her level of arousal and handle the situation accordingly.
Then it all took off.
He moved and she moved, lifting her hips in instinctive response, her body knowing what she wanted.
Spence knew it, too. He increased his pace right on cue, the erotic rhythm perfect. She felt her climax building, did her best to put it off because it was embarrassingly quick, but couldn’t. She lost it.
The most gratifying part, besides the orgasm of a lifetime, was that Spence lost it, too, and she was sure her reaction pushed him over the edge faster than he’d intended.
Both of them breathless and perspiring, he pulled her with him as he rolled to the side. His tousled dark hair was in stark contrast to the white pillowcase. After a moment, he said in a voice that was much huskier than his usual cool tone, “And here I thought I wasn’t seventeen anymore. That was damn fast.”
Clearly they’d both needed what had just happened, but if she analyzed it, she’d probably jump up, jerk on her clothes and run. So nix to the psychological aspect of what might have been a very big mistake.
“No apologies necessary.” She drew her hand along the contours of his chest. He felt solid and very real, even in a surreal moment like the aftermath of wild sex with a man she’d vowed to avoid for the rest of her life.
Bex and Hadleigh were going to strangle her for getting involved with Spence again—if she ever told them about this. Not to mention that it was Sunday morning. She was normally a regular churchgoer, but she’d just renewed her sinner’s card, instead, by making love with Mustang Creek’s most notorious bachelor.
Not to mention her stupidity card.
His breath was warm against her mouth, and his lashes lowered. “I’d like to make it up to you if you have the time. My unseemly speed, I mean.”
There was nothing to make up.
“I have to feed my cats. I haven’t done it yet this morning.”
He laughed, his eyes a crystalline blue as he gazed at her. “Can I get a better excuse than that, please?”
The second time they made love it was slower, more measured but just as intense, and she held herself together a little longer, but by the third time she hit that sweet spot, Melody wasn’t even sure she could remember her own name.
In bed he deserved a Hollywood star on a sidewalk somewhere.
Out of it, she wasn’t positive they understood each other. At all. Emotionally speaking.
The buildup to the wedding had been trying, although she supported Hadleigh and Tripp with all her cheerleader might, even in those torturous
He also looked hot. And sexy. And just...Spence.
“Are you talking to me, or my breast?” Melody ran her fingers through his thick hair and let him have his way. “I—”
He interrupted whatever she was going to say—she wasn’t sure what that was, actually—with another scorching kiss. Enough talking . That was also Spence. Pillow talk wasn’t his style. He was a man of action in every way, so that hadn’t changed.
Neither had the way he could so quickly ready her with a touch, with his kiss; even a meaningful look could do the trick.
Not that she really needed foreplay, but he was considerate enough to make sure by gliding his hand over the curve of her hip then sliding a finger deep inside her. “Wet and hot. You’ve missed me, too.”
If only she could deny it.
She ran her hands down his bare back. “Hurry.”
The rasp of the drawer of the nightstand being pulled open momentarily distracted her from the haze of her lust-induced delirium, and he extracted a foil pouch, tore it open and covered himself. That was something else she’d address later. He had condoms on hand.
He entered her in a slow movement that managed to convey that he wanted to go faster but wouldn’t rush it. He was the lover she remembered, finesse balanced by a hot-blooded approach to making love. He could accurately gauge her level of arousal and handle the situation accordingly.
Then it all took off.
He moved and she moved, lifting her hips in instinctive response, her body knowing what she wanted.
Spence knew it, too. He increased his pace right on cue, the erotic rhythm perfect. She felt her climax building, did her best to put it off because it was embarrassingly quick, but couldn’t. She lost it.
The most gratifying part, besides the orgasm of a lifetime, was that Spence lost it, too, and she was sure her reaction pushed him over the edge faster than he’d intended.
Both of them breathless and perspiring, he pulled her with him as he rolled to the side. His tousled dark hair was in stark contrast to the white pillowcase. After a moment, he said in a voice that was much huskier than his usual cool tone, “And here I thought I wasn’t seventeen anymore. That was damn fast.”
Clearly they’d both needed what had just happened, but if she analyzed it, she’d probably jump up, jerk on her clothes and run. So nix to the psychological aspect of what might have been a very big mistake.
“No apologies necessary.” She drew her hand along the contours of his chest. He felt solid and very real, even in a surreal moment like the aftermath of wild sex with a man she’d vowed to avoid for the rest of her life.
Bex and Hadleigh were going to strangle her for getting involved with Spence again—if she ever told them about this. Not to mention that it was Sunday morning. She was normally a regular churchgoer, but she’d just renewed her sinner’s card, instead, by making love with Mustang Creek’s most notorious bachelor.
Not to mention her stupidity card.
His breath was warm against her mouth, and his lashes lowered. “I’d like to make it up to you if you have the time. My unseemly speed, I mean.”
There was nothing to make up.
“I have to feed my cats. I haven’t done it yet this morning.”
He laughed, his eyes a crystalline blue as he gazed at her. “Can I get a better excuse than that, please?”
The second time they made love it was slower, more measured but just as intense, and she held herself together a little longer, but by the third time she hit that sweet spot, Melody wasn’t even sure she could remember her own name.
In bed he deserved a Hollywood star on a sidewalk somewhere.
Out of it, she wasn’t positive they understood each other. At all. Emotionally speaking.
The buildup to the wedding had been trying, although she supported Hadleigh and Tripp with all her cheerleader might, even in those torturous
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