ProvokeMe (7 page)

Kelly stared at him.
If that was supposed to distract her
from what she’d just had hot and thick in her hand, he failed miserably.
Or was
that his way of saying yes to the question she hadn’t dared ask?

She needed to be with him.
Alone.
Together.
Naked.
They
couldn’t stay here, not in her apartment where she’d see him in every corner
and smell him on her sheets.
But his place would be perfect.

“Go,” she whispered.

Spencer jerked the air vents toward his face as he drove out
of Kelly’s parking lot.
He didn’t look at her but he sure as hell could hear
her breathing, even over the A/C.
Wheezing was closer to it.

He wasn’t much better.
He was about to suffer
cock-strangulation from his belt and his sides ached from his rigid stance in
the seat.
She’d fucking annihilated him with her lips and her hand.
Even
without sampling that honey-sweet mouth or feeling her bare palm around his
erection, he was one tepid fantasy away from coming in his pants.

He’d started this, granted.
She hadn’t shoved him up against
the wall, now had she?
But she had drawn his hand down to her soft belly,
inches above where she burned.
He hadn’t been able to resist.
Not when he knew
how she made herself come, the way she touched herself so urgently just before
she climaxed.
This time, he’d been the one to give that to her.

But that didn’t change facts.
This was a bad idea.
A
horrendous idea.
Why hadn’t they just gone into her damn apartment?
They
probably wouldn’t have made it past the elevator anyway.

The picture was so vivid in his mind.
Holding her against
the wall while he drove in and out of her slick pussy.
She’d be hot and wet,
just as he knew she’d been in the steam room.
As she’d been in the hallway.
Her
damp heat had singed his hand through her dress.

If he’d had sex with her at the club, he would’ve been able
to understand.
There, anything went.
No rules applied.
That was why he loved
Kink.
The über-controlled side of him shut down and he became a slave to
feeling, enjoying others’ first and then his own.

But bringing her to his house?
That was crazy.

Who was he kidding?
He couldn’t have just fucked her at the
club and turned around and left.
This wasn’t some experienced club chick.
This
was
Kelly
.
He would’ve worried about her all night long, if he’d even
made it to the door in the first place.

Worried something bad might happen to her.
Worried someone
might be with her, might take his place.
The very idea made him furious.

It wasn’t his place.
She wasn’t his.
This whole situation
was completely inappropriate.
He should turn this car around right now, stop
things before they went any further than they already had—

Then he looked at Kelly and saw the naked desire simmering
in her eyes and gave up the fight.
Tonight had to happen, even if he hated
himself for it afterward.

He followed the curve of his driveway around the back of the
house and killed the engine.
They were both breathing hard and they hadn’t even
touched yet.
Not enough.

That was about to change.

The first brush of his knuckles over her bare thigh sent
shockwaves up his arm.
Soft, so soft.
Need roared through him, flattening his
objections.

God, he’d been thinking about her all night.
About exploring
her sexy body, pushing his fingers into her until she was writhing for his
cock.
Grinding his palm against her had increased his desire tenfold.
And now
she was so close, her silky, slick pussy his to enjoy.

She didn’t shy away from his caresses.
Her knees inched
apart in a silent request and her eyes practically begged him to touch.
To
take.

He tugged up her dress and skimmed the pads of his fingers
over her bare, hairless mound.
Sweet hell, she was just as ready as he’d known
she would be.
Her orgasm must’ve barely taken the edge off.
He slid in one
finger, hesitated only briefly before adding a second.
Fuck, she was tight.
She
was also as hot as liquid fire, searing his hand.

His erection swelled even more as he sped up his strokes.
She moaned, loudly and without restraint, squeezing him with her inner muscles.
As responsive as she was, she’d be incredible in bed.
In
his
bed.
If
they made it that far.

With every touch, her whimpers intensified.
Leaning in to
engulf her lips with his, to swallow those breathy moans, would be so easy.
Like sticking his head under water and letting himself drown.

In some ways, he’d been drowning since the first day he’d
looked at her.
Damn ironic he’d fought so hard only to end up in the place he’d
tried to avoid.

She cried out as he pumped into her more deeply, cried out
again when his fingers curved.
As her walls tightened around him, he stopped,
not wanting her to orgasm yet.
She moaned when he drew his fingers free with a
sensuous twist, her cunt squeezing to keep him wedged inside her.

Her need fragranced the air.
She smelled amazing.
What would
she taste like?
His hand stopped halfway to his mouth, saliva already pooling
for a sample.

Her knowing little smile goaded him into pulling his keys
out of the ignition and slamming out of the car.
Christ, she might as well have
taunted him.

You tried to resist me and you failed.

She’d pay for that, just as she’d pay for making him so damn
hard he could barely walk up the short flight of steps to the back porch.

He heard her car door shut and then the smart click of her
heels.
He pretended to be unlocking the door but the minute he heard her soft
intake of breath at the top of the stairs, he turned and hauled her against the
wall.
The small light by the door flickered, casting shadows across her
surprised face.
She was waiting for a kiss, he knew, but he wouldn’t do this
her way.
Not any longer.

She’d broken his resolve, cracked his focus in two.
Work
didn’t matter anymore, and there was no tomorrow.
There was just shoving up her
flimsy little skirt and fumbling for the condom he’d tucked in his back pocket
at the club.
The one he’d never used with Nina.

Her nipples rubbed against his T-shirt as he unzipped his
pants and forced the latex over his erection.
He hissed when her fingers
skimmed through the hair at the nape of his neck.
As soon as he was sheathed,
he lifted her and plunged deep.
Her legs wound around his waist.
Long fucking
legs she had, and the sweetest, slickest pussy he’d ever slid into.

He didn’t take time to make sure she was right there with
him, because there was no need.
She was so wet he almost lost the rhythm before
he found it.
She clasped him tight every time he entered her, her walls
rippling around his length.
He dug his fingers into her hips, jerking her back
against the siding until she let out a cry he wasn’t sure was only passion.
He
almost asked if he’d hurt her but her cunt clenched around him, spurring him
on.

He wasn’t cruel, but he also wasn’t known for his gentle
nature.
She’d wanted to be fucked, and he was fucking her.
And if his goddamned
guilty conscience wouldn’t shut up soon, he’d—

“Yes,” she gasped, her nails raking his neck.
He could feel
her pulsing around him, tightening until he had to shove himself in and out.
Her moisture burned right through the condom as he pumped harder.

He’d make her come and he’d watch.
List or no list, she
wouldn’t check him off like she did a carton of eggs at the supermarket.

Kelly’s tawny eyes glowed in the half-light.
Perspiration
slipped down the apples of her flushed cheeks, trickled down the cleavage
pushed over the top of her dress.
She was so pretty like this, lost in
pleasure.
He doubled his efforts.
He wanted to feel her shatter around him,
needed to be drenched in all that cream.

“God.
Spencer.
Spencer.” She kept saying his name, chanting
it.
She sounded so sexy.
Each time she said his name, his balls drew tighter.
Anytime now he was going to explode and hell if he could stop it.

Hell if he wanted to.

Every breath he took ravaged his chest.
He was on fire,
inside and out, his body one massive throbbing nerve.
She cried out again, a
shrill piercing noise he should’ve worried would wake the neighbors.
But there
was no room for worry now.

Her body bucked, her release streaming like a hot spring
over his cock.
There.
Right there.
He groaned as his cum jetted into the
condom.
Panting, riding out the moment, he hammered his hips against hers
without thought to bruises or consequences.

From her wild moans as she received him, she didn’t seem to
mind.

They didn’t move for a while, plastered together and gulping
for air.
Then she pushed at his shoulder and yawned.

“So glad you managed to stay awake,” he said when he finally
trusted his voice.
She looked used and sleepy and unforgettable.

He wanted to kiss the smirk off her face almost as much as
he wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t walk.
“Late for me,” she said,
planting the heel of her hand on his chest.
Only then did he realize she’d
looped her purse around her wrist.
“I’m thirsty.”

“Convenience store’s down the block.” The dark glance she
gave him as they untangled went a long way to leveling his equilibrium.
He also
didn’t mind that she wasn’t quite steady on her feet.
A smile teased his lips
as he got rid of the condom in the garbage can and zipped up.
“Don’t like that
idea?”

She stepped away from the wall and her dress slid back down
her long-ass legs.
“Sorry, I’m not some Kink bimbo.”

He unlocked the door and stepped aside.
Without hesitation,
she marched right to the sink.
He stopped in front of the cabinet next to the
fridge, intending to grab a glass, but apparently she didn’t want to wait.
By
the time he turned back, she’d lowered her head to drink directly from the high
spigot of the faucet.
When she came up dripping, he pretended to be consumed
with the contents of the cabinet to keep from wrestling her to the floor.

A fresh batch of sweat poured down his back.
Damn, she was
hot.

“Couldn’t wait,” she said with a shrug.
He glanced back just
as she whisked her fingers over the droplets glittering against her cleavage in
the moonlight.

Light.
That’s what he needed.
Darkness made everything more
seductive and illicit.
If he reminded himself who he’d just fucked, this all-consuming
lust would abate.

It had to.

He tossed his keys on the table and hit the lights.
Straining for composure, he drew air deep through his nose before he shifted to
look at her.
Didn’t help.
As he took in her disheveled brown hair, wary whiskey
eyes and the moisture pearled between her breasts, his cock gave a painful
lurch.
Any of the three would have laid him out, but together?

Yep, another plan foiled.
He was racking them up tonight.

Luckily, she broke the uncomfortable silence by walking out
of the room as if she knew where the hell she was going.
Unluckily, she started
undoing the tie behind her neck as he followed.
“Where’s your bedroom?” she
asked, her voice a hell of a lot stronger than his resolve.

Not again.
Once—technically once and some additional
foreplay—was an aberration.
Twice would be madness.

When he didn’t answer, she gave him a benevolent smile.
“It’s late.
I’m tired.
I have to be up at five.” She rolled her tongue over the
mouth he’d yet to devour.
“My boss can be a real jerk if I’m late.”