ProvokeMe (16 page)

“Sit on my lap.” He caught her wrist and tugged,
overbalancing her so she landed right where he wanted her.

Her smile held more wariness than warmth.
“Trying to confuse
me, Galvin?”

“Sir, remember?” He spoke softly, his breath fluttering over
her lips.

“Dream on.”

“Right now I’m more concerned with your dreams.” He combed
her hair back from her face.
“I’m at your command.”

She stared at him as if he’d just sprouted horns and a tail.
“Um, excuse me, what?”

Spencer laughed.
A genuine, no-holds-barred, belly-shaking
laugh.
“You’ve voiced some, ah, complaints about my performance.
I’m also fully
aware those complaints were expressed during a heated moment.”

“When I was pissed the fuck off, you mean?” she asked
sweetly.

“Yes.
When you were pissed the fuck off.” He cleared his
throat.
“And I’m also well aware you’ve come every time, sometimes in
multiples.
But that doesn’t mean there’s no room for improvement.”

“Wow, that had to hurt.” She tipped her head to the side.
“Though truthfully I wasn’t sure if you were pleading your case or about to ask
for an apology.”

“No, we’re not apologizing.
What was said was said.
Goes
both ways.
And anyway, I don’t want to talk about last night.
Or talk at all.”

She slid her hands over his chest.
All
over his
chest, so that his heart started beating in triple time.
“Now you’re speaking
my language.”

“You helped me, now I’m going to help you.
Anything you want
is yours for the asking.” He nibbled the side of her throat and inhaled her
flirty scent.
“Except my car.”

“Oh.”

Her silence made him laugh again, a bit uneasily.
“Don’t you
want anything?”

“Guess I still haven’t recovered from my shock.
I figured if
anything you’d want a blowjob and then it’d be sayonara, sister.”

He lifted a brow.
He would not feel guilty for a blowjob he
hadn’t asked for—yet—tonight, even if he had considered making the request.
“Do
you really think I’m that much of a bastard?”

“Not a bastard so much as focused on the goal with no time
for side trips.” She smiled slyly.
“It’s kind of hot in a dysfunctional way.”

He shifted her on his lap.
Difficult to get comfortable when
just that impish look in her eyes had him hardening.
“Last night you called me
old and implied I could be influenced by sexual favors.
Then you accused me of
not being capable of achieving an emotional connection during sex or being able
to last longer than—” She laughed at the choked sound he made.
“Anyway.
Tonight
you’re calling me dysfunctional.
What is it I like about you again?”

“Good question.” She played with his hair.
“My really long
legs I’m so willing to spread for you anytime anywhere?”

“Definitely a point in your favor.”

Kelly coiled an arm around his neck.
“You know I don’t
really think you’re a one-minute man.
It’s more the other way around.
I could
practically orgasm just looking at you.”

“Too little flattery too late.
My fragile male ego is
hopelessly dented and only one thing could possibly restore it.”

“What’s that?”

“You, naked in my arms, moaning my name over and over
again.” He sucked her lower lip between his teeth.
Her sound of surprise coaxed
his cock the rest of the way to full mast.
“Last time I’ll ask.
What do you
want?”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

She reached up to unhook the straps of her overalls and drew
the front panel down to reveal her chambray-blue shirt.
Slowly, she pulled the
T-shirt over her head and tossed it aside.
She straddled him, her winter-white
bra with its filigreed roses on each cup mere inches from his face.
Creamy
flesh taunted him but he gripped her hips and waited.

“I want you to make me come.”

Okay, that was the plan.
He started to relax.
The flare of
need on her face had had him worried.

Then she added, “With nothing but your mouth on my breasts.”

Kelly held her breath.
Would he say no?
She’d asked for what
she wanted most.
The idea of Spencer making love to her with just his lips and
teeth made her incredibly wet.
But maybe she hadn’t thought this through.
Her
breasts weren’t her best feature.
They were nice enough but nothing compared to
the pastry vixen’s.

At least hers were real.

“Anything doable,” he said, drawing her glasses off and
setting them aside.
Just the skim of his knuckles against her cheeks tightened
her nipples, which he noted with a sardonic twist of his lips.
“That’s not.”

“It’s not impossible.
Really.”

“Maybe not for someone with the suction of that vacuum of
yours.” He dragged her bra strap off her shoulder as if she’d fastened a lead
weight between his legs and asked him to walk the plank.
“Mere mortal here.”

She smiled and flicked her fingers through his neatly
trimmed blond hair.
The humidity had wreaked havoc on his curls, but the messy
waves softened his dark eyes and ruthless mouth.
“I have faith in you.
Besides,” she quelled the nerves flapping in her belly as she reached for the
front clasp of her bra, “they’re lonely.
You avoid them like the plague.”

“That’s not true.” If someone could appear aroused and
uncomfortable simultaneously, that was Spencer.
“I’m just…focused.
You said it
yourself.”

“Foreplay is very good.
Didn’t anyone ever teach you that?”

Now he looked insulted, adorably so.
“I know all about
foreplay,” he muttered.

“Yeah?” She opened her bra and let the sides dangle.
His jaw
tensed as he slid his gaze over her greedily.
“Prove it.”

He palmed her breasts, his wide fingers golden against her
pale skin.
The sight of him touching her so intimately made her breath hitch,
as did the first hesitant sweep of his tongue.
That a man so powerfully in
control of himself could be thrown off-kilter by her simple request was
so
freaking sexy.

“I want you, Spencer.” The words slipped from her before she
could catch them.

“Not bad for number ten,” he murmured.

He swirled wet patterns over her skin, blew little kisses
that rippled like bubbles on a pond.
Just as she settled into his lazy
caresses, he drew on her nipple hard enough to make her vision cloud.

He wasn’t gentle.
She didn’t think he knew how to be.
It
didn’t matter, because her body responded primally to his rough movements.
Strong lips and a purposeful tongue left her weak and wriggling.
Spencer’s
strong lips.
Every time she thought she’d had her hands on him for the last
time, he came back again.

She wanted to weep with pleasure as hot, wet suction
alternated back and forth between her breasts and his broad palms cupped her as
if she were a feast for him to enjoy.
She rubbed her denim-clad groin against
the rigid length between her thighs.
God, he felt so good.
She moaned,
incapable of muffling the sound.
If someone came in early and found them here
like this, Spencer’s face buried between her breasts and her dry-humping him,
the whole store would be talking about them by lunchtime.
Hell, breakfast.

And she didn’t give a flying fuck.

“I think that’s cheating,” she gasped when he rotated his
hips, driving his cock against her pussy.
The clothes barrier between them made
her cry out in frustration when he did it again.
“Definitely cheating.”

“Want me to stop?” He sounded so breathless she grinned in
triumph.
His teeth scraped her flesh.
“Your game.
Your rules.”

“Don’t even think about it.
Or next time I’ll drive your car
into the bay.”

His strangled laughter burned her skin.
That he smiled and
laughed so much more easily around her now turned her on as much as what he was
doing to her.
She liked him loose.
Liked winding him up and unwrapping him as
if he were a present she never wanted to share.

She framed his face in her hands and pushed against his
mouth.
He took more of her breast, sucking hard, each pull traveling straight
to her clit.
Urgency vibrated through her and she crushed her body onto his,
grinding against his cock until his heat multiplied the moisture between her
legs.

Crazy.
Her feelings for him had always been difficult to
ignore but these were damn near impossible.
This wasn’t anything but a fling,
but the more time she spent with him, the more glimpses he gave her of the man
beyond the facade, the harder it became for her to remember that.

And what she didn’t remember would destroy her, if she let
it.

She sighed when he widened his attention beyond her nipples.
His gaze lingered on hers while she rode him, while he licked and bit her flesh.
Tender brushes of his lips stoked her need and left it simmering as she dragged
her covered pussy over his steely hardness.
The faster she moved, the more
arousal darkened his eyes.
She saw herself mirrored in his pupils, a wanton
woman eager to grasp her climax.

A scared woman afraid to lose everything.

In her mind, Spencer and her job were tied up in one messy
knot.
Somehow in a few short days she’d become unable to see one without the
other.
She couldn’t imagine working at The Book Nook and not being his lover.
She couldn’t imagine being his lover away from the backdrop of the store—both
her comfort zone and one of the myriad reasons he’d never allow himself to get
too close to her.

Frustration and desire peaked, erupting from her throat in a
loud cry.
It wasn’t only about her orgasm but about showing him how much he
affected her.
In words, in deeds, acting as blasé as Spencer was her only
escape from showing the depth of her emotions.
Only during sex could she safely
reveal how she felt.

“I’m there,” she breathed.
She squeezed her thighs together
as he drove upward, the contact with her clit just enough to make her come.
“God, yes.”

Vaguely, she felt him tugging aside her shorts and panties.
He groaned and pumped two fingers in and out of her pussy, prolonging her
climax until she whimpered.

Kelly dropped her forehead against his, drifting on the
rightness of breathing their mingled scents.
The light overlay of their sweat
made her hunger for more.

They fit.
Even their angles rubbing up against each other
made sparks.
She was addicted to him, drugged by his body and his voice and his
mind.

He pulled his hand from her panties and lifted it between
them.
When she thought he would’ve offered his glistening fingers to her, he
sucked them into his mouth instead.
He licked them clean, savoring every drop.
And then he smiled, very much the content cat after a bowl of cream.
“I
wondered what you’d taste like.”

“No one stopped you from finding out.”

“You could’ve asked for that.”

She suppressed a shiver.
Now there was an image she wanted
in her head immediately after an orgasm.
His face between her thighs, his blond
hair tickling her belly.
“I’ll wait ’til you’re interested.”

“Oh, I’m interested now.
I can’t wait to drink you dry.” He
leaned up to kiss her, sliding his tongue into the recesses of her mouth in a
slow, undulating rhythm.
“You’re gorgeous when you come,” he murmured as he
eased back, and that, more than any edge of teeth or open-mouth kiss, turned
her residual quivers into a full-fledged tremble.

“Stop it,” she said, pushing his shoulder with a halfhearted
laugh.
“You’re putting bad pictures in my head and it won’t be that long before
people start showing up.”

“Your fault.
You’re the one who insisted on teaching me
such…useful things about the female body.
I hadn’t realized exactly how
responsive it is.”