Rescue Me (15 page)

Other than that, she knew practically nothing
about him. Oh, except the fact that he didn't want a future with
her.

She refused to go through that disappointment
again. He'd never change, which meant she had to. She couldn't wait
around for Spencer to make up his mind about her. She loved him.
She always would. But it was time to move on. At twenty-eight years
old, she wanted to have at least started her family by now. She
would have to find a husband first. Or at least a man willing to be
a father.

Spencer refused to talk about being
either.

Kat thought again about getting a dog. At
least then something would be happy to see her when she came home.
But dogs were such maintenance and with her schedule, she may be
gone for days at a time. Besides, her apartment complex didn't
allow pets.

The microwave beeped and she opened the door,
her mind consumed with what Spencer had said to her in the back of
the Com Van.

No more denying ourselves
. Well, here
she was ready, willing, and definitely able. Apparently he'd
changed his mind. Yet another sign that loving this man was a
ridiculous waste of effort.

Kat poured water into her cup and then bobbed
the teabag as she stared off into the distance, fighting to keep
her eyes open. Not even thoughts of a sexy TREX agent could ward
off job exhaustion.

When a knock on the door echoed through her
apartment she jerked and tipped her cup, spilling the steaming tea
into her pasta. She grabbed for a towel but the knock sounded
again, this time louder. She held the towel in her hand and went to
the door, threw it open, and took a breath to tell the intruder to
go away.

Shock and amazement stunned her into silence
at the sight. Spencer stood there, his eyes dancing wickedly. He
didn't speak. He didn't blink. He simply stared at her, his hungry
gaze darkening as he raked it across her face, and then slowly let
it slide down her body. His full lips lifted into a lazy curl.

“You look...”

She fought the urge to cover herself. With
her plaid flannel pajama bottoms and baggy t-shirt she'd thrown on
after her shower, she knew exactly how she looked. The thin
material did nothing to hide her nipples as they poked against the
material. Spencer's gaze rested on the hard little peaks, causing
them to pucker and ache. She wanted his mouth on them. Now.

“Like hell, I know.”

Shaking his head, he let out an audible
growl. His eyes glittered as he assessed her and stepped inside.
“Oh, contraire. You look so damn good it hurts. And I'm dying here,
Kathryn. You're killing me.”

Oh God.
The way the ardent need turned
his eyes almost black sent waves of trembling desire right to her
pussy, drenching her lips. She squeezed her thighs together to try
and relieve some of the ache. That look relentlessly attacked her
senses, rendering her helpless to do anything but to stand there
and stare back at him.

Their gazes met. Her own hunger built in her
body, raging like a violent fire trapped in a burning building,
searching for an escape. She fought to not jump into his arms, to
give into the desperate arousal pulsing through her system. “You're
late.”

“I know.” Spencer took the two steps needed
to pull her into his arms and slanted his lips over hers all in the
same motion. He kicked the door closed behind him without breaking
their contact.

Dropping the towel as well as her resolve,
she wrapped her arms around his neck and arched toward him. She had
to get closer, had to feel the hardness of his chest against hers,
the feel of his coarse hair scraping her nipples and driving her
crazy.

Her need to taste him, to have him touch her
and relieve the ache that had consumed her for the past year, took
control. Attempting a breath only opened her mouth to him. His
tongue invaded, teasing and exploring, and pulled a heated moan
from her.

He explored every inch of her mouth before
moving onto her jaw and settling on the tender spot behind her ear.
Sweet chills dusted her skin, tickling her, arousing her more. She
shuddered and pushed up against him, her nipples angry in their
need to be touched and teased.

“You taste even better than I remember, my
sweet baby.” The heated moisture of his breath sent her skin
humming as a shiver of arousal ripped through her body. Having this
man touch her like this, searing her with his kiss, made the past
year disappear.

He snuck his hands beneath her top and ran
his fingers along the small of her back. Debilitating chills washed
over her when he pulled the top up and over her head.

“Beautiful,” he rasped. The tremor in his
voice vibrated across her senses and twisted straight to her core.
When he lowered his head and covered an aching nipple with his lips
her head fell back and she moaned.

She loved how he scraped his teeth across her
hardened flesh. He took it to a whole new level as he nipped at the
bud, then blew on it, before consuming it. His lips surrounded her
nipple and he sucked greedily, pulling another moan from her.

“The other. Don't you dare start playing
favorites now.”

He dove in, feasting on her other breast like
a starving man.

Oh, dear God.
He was really good at
that. His touch blasted erotic surges straight to her throbbing,
sensitive sex. She reached for his chest, needing to touch him. “I
didn't think you'd come.”

His resonating chuckle sent her juices loose
like a tidal wave, flowing freely and drenching her panties. “I'm
not there yet, baby. You first.”

She could handle that. She needed to come, to
drive this tormenting ache from her body. One blinding orgasm, and
then when he left her again it might not destroy her.

His lips found hers once more. The blistering
need coursing through her exploded when his tongue thrust in and
out of her mouth, mimicking the motion she wanted him to do with
the rock hard cock pushing up against her stomach.

Each brush of his tongue against hers shot
scorching bolts straight to her already drowning pussy. Weaving her
fingers into his thick hair, she held him to her. Her knees wobbled
when he sucked in her bottom lip and teased it by gently biting
down. He then licked and kissed her lips, melding them together and
devouring her.

Kat had to have him. Now. She'd die if he
didn't take her into the bedroom and attack her body with
insatiable need. Desperation fueled her kiss. Her lips met his in a
demand that matched his, possibly surpassed it.

She jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs
around his lean hips. He stumbled back against the door and held
her to him, a rough growl rumbling deep in the base of his throat.
“Holy shit, woman.”

“Shut up and kiss me.” She'd never been this
aggressive during sex. Ever. She did what Spencer wanted, when he
wanted it, and never deviated. But a year of waiting, of aching,
had her wrought with a desire so violent she didn't know if she'd
survive to take another breath. It was high time she started making
a few demands of her own.

He devoured her lips with his as he stepped
away from the door and carried them toward the bedroom. They
slammed into the hallway wall and both laughed. He pulled them away
from the wall only to rebound off the other side. They laughed
again as they moved down the hall, bouncing around like a frenzied
pinball in fast forward, still stealing quick, heated kisses from
each other the whole time.

She lowered her legs to the floor and
unfastened his jeans. His torrid cock sprang out, heavy and fully
engorged. She wrapped her hand around his hard flesh and squeezed,
knowing what it did to him. “Do you like that?”

“Ah, Jesus,” he groaned and dove for her ear,
biting her lobe.

Her pussy pulsated to be filled by him. He
increased the intensity of their kiss, growling as he untied her pj
bottoms. She yanked his jeans down to his knees, followed by his
boxers.

He hopped to stay connected with her lips.
Another giggle bubbled up inside her. Bouncing into the doorframe,
almost falling several times, they made it to the bedroom. Holy
Jesus, she loved their frantic need to make it to the bed.

As part of her newfound sexual prowess, she
took full advantage of the jeans around his knees and pushed him
toward the bed. He didn't even fight as he fell back, landing on
the mattress, the voracious look in his dark eyes attacking her
senses.

“What's gotten into you?”

She paused, suddenly unsure. “You don't like
it?”

“I love it. Come here.”

Kat no sooner tumbled to the bed than he had
them both naked. He kissed her tummy and trailed his tongue down,
circled her navel, and then continued. Her breath quickened when he
dragged his tongue up the inner part of her thigh. He used his
thumbs to open her lower lips, exposing herself completely to him.
When he lowered his mouth and hovered right over her eager clit,
she stiffened in anticipation and fisted the sheets.

He drew in a deep breath. “Holy Jesus, baby.
I can't believe how wet you are. I can smell how much you want
me.”

Sharp chills swept across her flesh. “Stop
talking.”

He flicked his gaze up to her, a wicked,
gleam in his eye. “Don't you want to prolong this?”

“What do you think?” She rocked her hips in
an attempt to meet him halfway.

His chuckle shook the room. And still he
didn't attack. Instead he dropped his gaze back to her aching
pussy. Slowly, so damn slowly, he traced the curve of her lips with
his finger, mixing her juices around. Damn him. He tormented her on
purpose and it made her even hotter, fraught in her need for him to
touch her. She reached for him but he easily moved her hands
away.

“I think I need to teach you a lesson.”

Oh, that didn't sound good.

He teased the throbbing entrance of her
vagina, massaging the opening, coercing the juices out of her. He
then eased a finger inside her, pulled it out, and took his time
easing it back in. “You seem in a hurry.”

No shit. “Y-Your point?”

He slipped two fingers in now, deliberately
fucking her into insanity with his diabolical touch. “I'm going to
show you how I respond to demands.”

That sounded even worse.

He flicked his tongue out, barely brushing
her swollen clit, the whole while keeping a steady pace with his
fingers. In and out. In and out.

“Spencer, damn you. Quit torturing me.”

“Not on your life, Kathryn. It's been torture
for me not being able to hold you, to touch you like this, in over
a year. It's unfair, what we've denied ourselves. I'm not going to
rush this. I'm going to take…my…time.” He punctuated each word with
a thrust of his fingers and then flicked her clit with his
tongue.

Kat arched her back as she cried out.
Pressure coiled inside her, straining to break free. She jerked as
his tongue made contact again and slammed her system with erotic
pulses, centering on her clit. Now fisting his hair, she held him
against her and rocked her hips, desperately searching for that
little bit of friction she needed to shatter.

He sucked her clit between his lips and
attacked it with his tongue, and she did exactly that. The
explosion forced her eyes closed as lights brighter than the Fourth
of July burst behind her lids. She cried out his name and lifted
off the bed as wave after relentless wave crashed into her,
convulsing the walls of her pussy around his fingers and leaving
her helpless but to ride them out.

When she collapsed onto the bed, every bone
in her body now in a million pieces, her blood thick like syrup,
only then did Spencer slow his assault.

“Better?”

She couldn't even think, let alone talk. The
violent orgasm had robbed her of her sanity. She nodded.

He withdrew his fingers and moved up to poise
above her. The blunt tip of his erection tapped her throbbing
entrance. With restraint she didn't know possible—she sure as hell
didn't share his control—he pushed the tip of his cock into her. He
then stopped and lowered his lips to hers. Kissing her, making
sweet love to her lips, he devoured her mouth.

She angled her hips to pull him in
deeper.

“More, Spencer.”

“So demanding,” he grunted and, with a single
thrust, he buried himself so deep inside her his coarse hairs raked
her exposed clit. The erotic snake coiling inside her channel wound
tighter. When he pulled out and thrust his cock in even deeper, she
swore she felt it slam into her womb.

My God, did he grow since the last time
they'd made love?

He slid the full length of his engorged flesh
in and out of her in a deliberate pace, so slow it threatened to
destroy her. Her entire body shook as another orgasm began to
build.

She reveled in his control, wishing she could
channel some of it to stop her from coming again so soon. He'd
always had that power over her. He inched in, melding their flesh.
His cock, so heavy and thick, stretched and filled her completely.
The wet folds of her pussy welcomed him home, pulling him inside
her. Her muscles rippled, inviting him in even more.

“Fuck me,” he rasped. He shuddered as he
nipped at her chin. “You feel so good. Jesus, you've got me so...”
He stopped with a growl. “Damn it. God
damn
it.”

Reaching under her, he pushed on the small of
her back, holding her up, tilting her just right for greater
penetration. Oh, dear Jesus! Serious penetration. Her channel
convulsed violently around his cock as he pumped faster. Harder.
With determination. With purpose. Sweat coated their bodies, making
them slick.

Spencer grabbed her leg and bent it at the
knee. “Come on, baby. Move with me. That's it. Oh, Kathryn. Just
like that. My sweet baby.”

His pace quickened until his hips slammed
into hers as they both hunted for that release hovering just out of
reach. She rocked her hips and met him thrust for thrust. When his
hairs raked across her hypersensitive clit, her climax detonated
and pulverized her.