It wasn't until I got into college that I lost weight. By the time I got to graduate school, I was into healthy eating. I had my own apartment then, so it was easy. My tastes were simple. What cooking I did was elementary. It's not much fun cooking for one. " Thinking about the pleasure she'd had earlier that night in the kitchen, she said, "It's more fun cooking for two. " Then she realized that what she'd said could be taken the wrong way, so she added, "God help this baby if it doesn't like haute cuisine. "
Spencer continued to lie quietly, looking at her.
With the night muting the electric charge of his eyes, she felt surprisingly comfortable.
"The baby will like anything you make, " he said.
"I hope so. "
"You'll be a good mother. "
She smiled. "I hope so. "
The smile was still on her face when his hand came from under him and went to the back of her head. It faded when he tugged out a hairpin. "I like your hair down, " he said in a deep voice as he pulled out a second pin.
Her pulse picked up. She wanted to tell him to stop, but the words wouldn't come. She wanted to get up and go back to the kitchen, but her legs wouldn't work. One by one, he discarded hairpins until her hair spilled onto her shoulders. He sifted through the waves, working out small tangles, massaging the place on her scalp where the pins had dug in.
Jenna felt suddenly warmer. "Maybe I should, uh, check on the shrimp. "
"Don't. I want you, not the shrimp. "
"Me?" Her heart beat more loudly. "Now?"
He curved a hand around her neck. "Come here. " A slight pressure knocked her off balance. Taking immediate advantage of that, he pulled her forward, and though she put out a hand to steady herself, before she could do more, she was half under him on the cushion.
"Spencer... "
He touched her lips. "Shh. " He slid his palm down her throat to the neckline of her dress. "You look sexy. "
"I didn't intend that, " she said, then sucked in a breath when he cupped her breast. "Spencer—"
"It's okay, honey, it's okay. " He kneaded her right through her sun dress in a way that sent hot flashes through her. She made a small sound when he brushed her beaded nipple with a thumb. "That feels good, does it?"
It felt incredibly good. "We can't"
"Can't what?"
She struggled to think. He had shifted to her other breast. After delineating its shape, he opened his hand wide and put his little finger and thumb to both nipples at once. She was robbed of all but the smallest fragment of breath and could only manage a faint "Can't do this here. "
"Sure, we can. No one'll see. You own everything for acres around. "
"But on the patio?" she cried on a pleading note, because his hand was moving down her body now, leaving fire in its wake. "It's not a bed. "
He reached under her dress. "I never make love in the same place twice. Didn't I tell you that?"
"No. " She nearly choked on a breath when he touched her where she was hot and wet. "Spencer!"
He grinned. All she could see of it was the gleam of his teeth, it was that dark, but she heard it clear as day in his whisper, and she knew its cause. "Oh, yes, you want me. "
"I want a baby. "
"Right now you want me. " His hand left her to deal with his shorts. "The chemistry is right. You can't deny it. "
"I didn't plan this. "
"Some of the best things are unplanned. " Having freed himself, he tugged at her panties. "Lift up. "
She lifted. "I'm not comfortable doing this here. "
"You will be when you look back on it. " He tossed the panties aside and came down between her legs. Slipping his hands under her bottom, he pulled her to him. "When you have your baby, you'll think back to this and laugh. "
"I'll think back and blush—Spencer!"
"There we go. Deep inside. " He made a guttural sound that was halfway between a grunt and a hum. "Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, does that feel good. "
"I don't believe this. "
"Wrap your legs around me, honey. There, ohh, there, isn't that better?"
"On the patio. "
"I'm not sure
Spencer continued to lie quietly, looking at her.
With the night muting the electric charge of his eyes, she felt surprisingly comfortable.
"The baby will like anything you make, " he said.
"I hope so. "
"You'll be a good mother. "
She smiled. "I hope so. "
The smile was still on her face when his hand came from under him and went to the back of her head. It faded when he tugged out a hairpin. "I like your hair down, " he said in a deep voice as he pulled out a second pin.
Her pulse picked up. She wanted to tell him to stop, but the words wouldn't come. She wanted to get up and go back to the kitchen, but her legs wouldn't work. One by one, he discarded hairpins until her hair spilled onto her shoulders. He sifted through the waves, working out small tangles, massaging the place on her scalp where the pins had dug in.
Jenna felt suddenly warmer. "Maybe I should, uh, check on the shrimp. "
"Don't. I want you, not the shrimp. "
"Me?" Her heart beat more loudly. "Now?"
He curved a hand around her neck. "Come here. " A slight pressure knocked her off balance. Taking immediate advantage of that, he pulled her forward, and though she put out a hand to steady herself, before she could do more, she was half under him on the cushion.
"Spencer... "
He touched her lips. "Shh. " He slid his palm down her throat to the neckline of her dress. "You look sexy. "
"I didn't intend that, " she said, then sucked in a breath when he cupped her breast. "Spencer—"
"It's okay, honey, it's okay. " He kneaded her right through her sun dress in a way that sent hot flashes through her. She made a small sound when he brushed her beaded nipple with a thumb. "That feels good, does it?"
It felt incredibly good. "We can't"
"Can't what?"
She struggled to think. He had shifted to her other breast. After delineating its shape, he opened his hand wide and put his little finger and thumb to both nipples at once. She was robbed of all but the smallest fragment of breath and could only manage a faint "Can't do this here. "
"Sure, we can. No one'll see. You own everything for acres around. "
"But on the patio?" she cried on a pleading note, because his hand was moving down her body now, leaving fire in its wake. "It's not a bed. "
He reached under her dress. "I never make love in the same place twice. Didn't I tell you that?"
"No. " She nearly choked on a breath when he touched her where she was hot and wet. "Spencer!"
He grinned. All she could see of it was the gleam of his teeth, it was that dark, but she heard it clear as day in his whisper, and she knew its cause. "Oh, yes, you want me. "
"I want a baby. "
"Right now you want me. " His hand left her to deal with his shorts. "The chemistry is right. You can't deny it. "
"I didn't plan this. "
"Some of the best things are unplanned. " Having freed himself, he tugged at her panties. "Lift up. "
She lifted. "I'm not comfortable doing this here. "
"You will be when you look back on it. " He tossed the panties aside and came down between her legs. Slipping his hands under her bottom, he pulled her to him. "When you have your baby, you'll think back to this and laugh. "
"I'll think back and blush—Spencer!"
"There we go. Deep inside. " He made a guttural sound that was halfway between a grunt and a hum. "Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, does that feel good. "
"I don't believe this. "
"Wrap your legs around me, honey. There, ohh, there, isn't that better?"
"On the patio. "
"I'm not sure
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