Except to cuddle her br**sts 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 br**sts, he teased her ni**les, 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 br**sts 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 ni**les 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.