my reaction.
“You can’t just… kiss me like that!” I spit at him. I stagger back. I can’t get far enough. The room feels too small. Too cramped. The walls loom over me.
Spencer doesn’t move. He stands and waits, giving me the space I need.
I feel like yelling. Like screaming. Like crying. I’m emotional, but I don’t even know how . Tens, dozens, hell, hundreds of different emotions are swirling around inside me like snowflakes caught in a gale.
I turn away, take two steps. Stop. I twirl back. Go to the couch. Lean against it for support. I feel like I’m about to explode. I feel like going hysterical. The room starts to spin…
“It’s okay.” Spencer’s soft voice brings me back to myself. He still hasn’t moved from the corner. “It was just a kiss.”
“Just a kiss. Just a kiss? Hah !” I stop, one hand on my hip, the other brushing the hair from my face. My cheeks are burning, my lips swollen from the assault by Spencer’s mouth. “That was not just a kiss!”
“No?” Spencer takes a cautious step forward. “Tell me it was more, then. Tell me what you felt.”
“I…” How can I put anything I felt into words ? It’s beyond me.
Kissing Spencer was unlike anything I’d felt before. It was exciting because it was forbidden. Thrilling because it was so dangerous. Guilt tears at me for secretly wanting more. Need makes my body shake.
“Yes?” Spencer encourages. He takes another step toward me. “You can say it.”
“It… it was wrong , Spencer. Wrong and inappropriate. I didn’t ask for it. I didn’t want it.”
He chuckles. “We both know that’s not true.”
How can he see through me so easily? What scares me the most is how right he is. As we kissed, I wanted Spencer more than anything in the world.
“You don’t need to fight your feelings,” he continues. He stops in front of me and picks up my hand. I feel like a doe caught in the headlights, too startled to move. “I know it was more than a kiss. I felt it, too.” His other hand comes up to cup the side of my face.
I hold down the shiver of delight that tries to crawl up my spine. Spencer’s rough hand against my smooth cheek feels so right it should be illegal.
“There’s an energy between us,” he says, dropping his voice to a whisper. “A magnetism. It pulls me to you and you to me. You can’t deny it. You can’t tell me it’s not there.” His voice is hoarse. Each syllable’s reverberation penetrates far into my core. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want. If you tell me to leave now, I will. But I can’t get your sweet taste off my mind.”
His intensity reaches into me and pulls out something primal. A part of myself I’d never known was there is awakened by his words.
Rational thought abandons me, and I act on instinct.
I throw my arms around his shoulders and latch my mouth onto his.
Now I know why I’ve always been on my guard around Spencer. I have a weakness for him. Something somewhere in the depths of my conscious always knew that. It knew that if I lost control, even for a second, I would be… lost. In him. In his presence. His aura. His being .
Spencer represents everything in the world that is wrong for me.
That is why I want him so much.
We collapse onto the couch in a tangle of arms and legs. Sucking, nipping, kissing, tasting. Devouring. His knee pins down right between my legs. I move my hips instinctively against his thigh, gasping at the amazing sensation that that elicits. I can’t remember why I ever thought this was wrong.
Spencer lifts his mouth to start trialing hot kisses down my exposed neck. I moan and arch into him. His hands move down my body and sweep over my breasts. He kisses my collarbone, my shoulder. My fingers fight to get a grip on his hard back. I can feel the individual muscles twist beneath my palms.
His kisses start moving down my body, toward my chest. My breathing comes faster in anticipation. Spencer’s hands dip under the
“You can’t just… kiss me like that!” I spit at him. I stagger back. I can’t get far enough. The room feels too small. Too cramped. The walls loom over me.
Spencer doesn’t move. He stands and waits, giving me the space I need.
I feel like yelling. Like screaming. Like crying. I’m emotional, but I don’t even know how . Tens, dozens, hell, hundreds of different emotions are swirling around inside me like snowflakes caught in a gale.
I turn away, take two steps. Stop. I twirl back. Go to the couch. Lean against it for support. I feel like I’m about to explode. I feel like going hysterical. The room starts to spin…
“It’s okay.” Spencer’s soft voice brings me back to myself. He still hasn’t moved from the corner. “It was just a kiss.”
“Just a kiss. Just a kiss? Hah !” I stop, one hand on my hip, the other brushing the hair from my face. My cheeks are burning, my lips swollen from the assault by Spencer’s mouth. “That was not just a kiss!”
“No?” Spencer takes a cautious step forward. “Tell me it was more, then. Tell me what you felt.”
“I…” How can I put anything I felt into words ? It’s beyond me.
Kissing Spencer was unlike anything I’d felt before. It was exciting because it was forbidden. Thrilling because it was so dangerous. Guilt tears at me for secretly wanting more. Need makes my body shake.
“Yes?” Spencer encourages. He takes another step toward me. “You can say it.”
“It… it was wrong , Spencer. Wrong and inappropriate. I didn’t ask for it. I didn’t want it.”
He chuckles. “We both know that’s not true.”
How can he see through me so easily? What scares me the most is how right he is. As we kissed, I wanted Spencer more than anything in the world.
“You don’t need to fight your feelings,” he continues. He stops in front of me and picks up my hand. I feel like a doe caught in the headlights, too startled to move. “I know it was more than a kiss. I felt it, too.” His other hand comes up to cup the side of my face.
I hold down the shiver of delight that tries to crawl up my spine. Spencer’s rough hand against my smooth cheek feels so right it should be illegal.
“There’s an energy between us,” he says, dropping his voice to a whisper. “A magnetism. It pulls me to you and you to me. You can’t deny it. You can’t tell me it’s not there.” His voice is hoarse. Each syllable’s reverberation penetrates far into my core. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want. If you tell me to leave now, I will. But I can’t get your sweet taste off my mind.”
His intensity reaches into me and pulls out something primal. A part of myself I’d never known was there is awakened by his words.
Rational thought abandons me, and I act on instinct.
I throw my arms around his shoulders and latch my mouth onto his.
Now I know why I’ve always been on my guard around Spencer. I have a weakness for him. Something somewhere in the depths of my conscious always knew that. It knew that if I lost control, even for a second, I would be… lost. In him. In his presence. His aura. His being .
Spencer represents everything in the world that is wrong for me.
That is why I want him so much.
We collapse onto the couch in a tangle of arms and legs. Sucking, nipping, kissing, tasting. Devouring. His knee pins down right between my legs. I move my hips instinctively against his thigh, gasping at the amazing sensation that that elicits. I can’t remember why I ever thought this was wrong.
Spencer lifts his mouth to start trialing hot kisses down my exposed neck. I moan and arch into him. His hands move down my body and sweep over my breasts. He kisses my collarbone, my shoulder. My fingers fight to get a grip on his hard back. I can feel the individual muscles twist beneath my palms.
His kisses start moving down my body, toward my chest. My breathing comes faster in anticipation. Spencer’s hands dip under the
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