Chapter Twelve
Marama
When I started unbuttoning my dungarees, it was a huge gamble.
Ultimately, I told myself that it didn’t matter if he didn’t join in; I’d stop at the dungarees and paint him in my T-shirt and knickers.
I’d get a kick out of him watching me, and I know him well enough to be sure he wouldn’t embarrass me; he’d flirt and be kind and that would be that.
I was shocked when he stood and started unbuttoning his shirt, but thought maybe he’d stop and laugh; I certainly didn’t think he’d continue. And I did not expect him to go all the way.
It was exquisite torture, sitting there and sketching him while he leaned back in his chair, so unashamed and sexy, his magnificent erection showing no signs of going down any time soon. And then he picked up his clothes, and I was convinced he’d come to his senses.
But he doesn’t move. His gaze slides down me like the brush of a feather, making my nipples tighten and an ache grow between my legs, then returns back up, lingering on my breasts before returning to my mouth.
For a long, long moment, I wait while he fights with himself, his conscience and his lust locked in a phenomenal battle, his chest heaving with his deep breaths as his brow creases with a frown.
Please, please, please, please, please, please… I beg silently, my breaths coming rapidly too. But I stay where I am. I need him to make the final move. I want him to cave.
I see the moment he makes up his mind. His frown disappears. He straightens a little, as if he was imprisoned in a small cage, and now he’s been released and can stand and breathe. He drops his clothes, just tosses them away as if he’s discarding his worries and fears.
Then, keeping his gaze fixed on my mouth, he strides toward me, takes my face in his hands, and kisses me. Fuck—zero to sixty in less than three seconds, even faster than his Bentley, which is saying something.
Ohhh… Spencer Cavendish kisses like a god.
Part of me is surprised, considering his admission that he’s only slept with one woman.
Now he’s made up his mind, he’s obviously decided to give in to his desire one hundred percent, and oh shit, I’m at the receiving end of it.
Heat sweeps over me, firing up all my nerve endings, and my heart pounds.
He takes big, hungry kisses, then, to my surprise, presses his lips tenderly to the moko on my chin, a gesture that makes tears spring into my eyes.
But there’s no time to think about it, because he returns to my mouth and brushes my bottom lip with his tongue.
Obediently, I open my mouth, and he sweeps his tongue inside, while he sinks his hands into my hair.
He tilts his head to the side, changing the angle of the kiss, and then proceeds to absolutely devour me, claiming my mouth, demanding, not asking, taking what he wants from me, as if I have no say in it.
I moan, dizzy with passion, excited and thrilled.
In response, he groans and lowers his arms around me, sliding them down my back to rest on my butt and pull me against him.
My hands were resting on his chest, but I lift my arms up around his neck.
His hard cock presses against my belly, and his fingers tighten on my butt.
My head spins. I’ve never been kissed like this, not with such overwhelming desire, not as if we’re the last people on earth and the world’s about to end.
He slides his hands up to rest on my breasts, and I arch my back to push them into his palms, tipping my head back when he teases the nipples with his fingers.
Ahhh… that feels amazing… and the sensation only intensifies when he kisses down my neck, then fastens a mouth over a nipple and sucks.
I can’t believe we’re here, in my studio, doing this; it’s all my fantasies, all my desires rolled into one.
He straightens and kisses my mouth again, pushing me back a little, and I feel the edge of my table pressing against the back of my thighs.
I lean across and switch off the bright lamp, which removes the harsh light from the room and casts us in the soft glow of the smaller lamps and fairy lights.
Then, without a second thought, I turn and sweep everything aside. Tubes of paint, brushes, sponges, everything skitters aside, half of it tumbling to the floor, but I don’t care.
With a growl of approval, he lifts me so my butt is resting on the edge of the table, and then he kisses up my jaw. “I’m going to taste you now,” he murmurs in my ear, his hot breath fanning across it and making me shiver.
“Oh…”
He kisses down my throat, big, hungry, wet kisses, as if he can’t get enough of me, his mouth moving over my collarbone, then down to my breasts.
I fall onto my elbows, my head tipping back and my loose strands of hair coiling on the table.
I wrap my legs around him as he covers a nipple with his mouth and sucks.
Ooooh, that feels amazing. He sucks once, a little harder the second time, then even harder the third, until I shudder and cry out.
Chuckling, he swaps to the other, doing the same, and I give a long groan. This man is going to drive me crazy.
He teases my nipples with his mouth and fingers until my breaths are coming in gasps, and then he kisses down over my belly and drops to his knees before me.
Placing a hand on each knee, he slides them wide apart, exposing me to his hot gaze.
I lift my head and watch him devour me with his eyes, feasting his gaze on my moist, swollen flesh as he raises a hand and draws a finger down through my folds.
He glances up at me, his blue eyes full of heat and desire, and I’m undone; I’m completely his at that point, turning to molten caramel inside.
Then he leans forward and slides his tongue inside me.
“Ahhh fuck!” It’s been so long since a man has done this for me, and pleasure ripples through me from the tips of my hair to my toes.
Argh, there’s nothing like having a warm tongue sliding through you, a hot mouth sucking on your clit with just the right pressure…
He adds a finger, caressing my clit while he kisses my inner thighs, then licks and sucks, giving appreciative groans while he does so.
Finally, he turns his hand palm up, slides two fingers inside me, and proceeds to stroke them slowly in and out while he returns to teasing my clit with his tongue.
I was never going to last long—I’ve been keyed up all evening, and I haven’t had sex for over a year, and I’ve always wanted Spencer, and I’m so excited that this magical, dreamy evening has ended this way.
And so it’s only a few minutes before I feel the delicious rising wave of an orgasm deep inside.
Sighing, I slide my hand into his beautiful hair, trying to relax into it, and he rubs the outside of my thigh with his free hand in such a tender way that it finishes me.
I come on his tongue, clenching around his fingers, and he holds me while the pulses claim me, until eventually I fall back on the table, gasping, completely his at that point.
He kisses my clit gently, my thighs, my mound, and then up my belly as he gets to his feet. Eyes closed, I wait for him to kiss my mouth, but his weight lifts, and when I open my eyes he’s gone.
Disappointment spikes, and I sit up hurriedly, panicking that, for whatever reason, he’s decided he can’t go all the way.
Sure enough, he’s picking up his trousers…
but then I see him take out his wallet and extract something, and I realize with relief and excitement that he’s just retrieving a condom.
He tosses the wallet away and comes back to me with a wry smile, saying “Wasn’t sure if I still had one in there. ” He gives me a curious look. “What?”
I slide my arms around his waist and rest my cheek on his chest, brushing the silver hairs there with my fingers. “I thought you were leaving.”
He wraps his arms around me, and rests his lips on my hair. “We’ve crossed the line. No point in agonizing about it now.” Sliding a hand beneath my chin, he lifts it so I’m looking up at him. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs.
My eyes flare. Spencer Cavendish swearing, now that’s a first. He’s usually such a gentleman.
He kisses me, and I taste myself on his lips as he slides his tongue into my mouth. Mmm, that’s hot, and I give a long, low moan at his luscious kiss. He takes his time, teasing my lips with his teeth and tongue, his hands finding their way to my breasts and beginning to arouse me again.
My body’s burning, and I’m aching as if I haven’t come at all. I open my legs and pull him toward me, and he chuckles and says, “Slowly.”
“I need you. I want you inside me. Please.”
His smile fades, and his eyes darken with dark pleasure. “You want me, baby?”
“More than anything in the world.” I lower my hand to his magnificent erection, close my fingers around it, and stroke it. He swells in my hand, groaning, and kisses me the way I’m starting to love—sliding a hand to the back of my head to hold me in place before plunging his tongue into my mouth.
It’s not long before he removes the wrapper from his condom, and then he rolls it on and guides the tip down to my entrance. My heart races.
He stops there and looks me in the eyes. “You’re sure?”
I nod enthusiastically, and he gives a short laugh. Still, he waits, and for a moment I half expect him to say he can’t go through with it and withdraw.
But he doesn’t. He looks down with lazy, desire-filled eyes, brushes his thumb through my folds, and teases my clit a few times. My heart thuds with anticipation as he presses the tip of his erection into me, then eases inside.