him to go for his boxer briefs that aren’t really leaving all that much to the imagination, but he doesn’t. Instead, he drops to his knees and pushes me until I lie back, resting on my elbows so I can watch him.
His fingers wrap around the lace at my hips and he pulls them off, throwing them over his shoulder. His eyes zero in on my newly waxed core before flicking back up to mine briefly.
If I thought he looked wild out in the hallway, it was nothing compared to right now.
With his rough hands against my thighs, he pushes my legs wide and moves forward.
The second his tongue connects with me, I cry out, my back hits the mattress and my hands slide into his hair to keep him in place.
“Oh, shit. Spencer.”
He ups the pressure before adding one finger and then another to stretch me open.
I feel like he’s barely started, but my release races forward at a speed I can’t control. Long before I’m ready, I’m crying out his name as I explode on his face.
My chest heaves and my skin is covered in a sheen of sweat when he pulls back and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
Our eyes connect once more, silent words being said between us.
I expect him to do more, to touch me, to ask me to return the favor, anything. But in reality, all he does is stand and march from the room.
He slams the bathroom door with such force that the entire house shakes.
I’m still sitting in the middle of his makeshift bed when he returns. His hair is a mess, his eyes blown and his boxers still tented but he doesn’t do or say anything other than to lift the sheets beside me and climb in.
What the hell?
Deciding it’s probably time I left, I place one foot to the floor, ready to push from the low mattress when his voice fills the room.
“Get in.”
Chapter Six
Spencer
I shouldn’t have done that. I had every intention of doing this right. Of not taking anything from my bride until she was my wife. I didn’t think it would be too much of a challenge seeing as I was expecting some stranger to turn up, but yet here we are.
I lie on my back staring at the shadows moving across the ceiling as she breathes heavily beside me.
Part of me had hoped that I’d find her in my bed when I got back, but I wasn’t stupid enough to think it would actually happen. What woman in their right mind would want to be in my bed after the welcome I gave her today? That woman might be the only one I’ve ever loved, but still, I haven’t exactly been nice to her.
After I left earlier, I went straight to the bar.
I needed a drink, and I needed to get away from her sweet scent and assessing eyes that I swear see right down into my soul.
Having her inside my house, the house we’d dreamed of for years. It was too much. I couldn’t deal. So, like a pussy, I ran. I drank until the room started to spin and I was forced to leave to make the long, very cold walk home.
Thoughts of her here had me hard long before I turned up the driveway and saw the house in darkness.
All I could think of was her. How her pants hugged her ass and hips, how the swell of her breasts teased me from the low neckline of her sweater. But finding her like I did, in my fucking number. It was too much to bear, and I broke all the rules I’d set for myself. Well, maybe not all. By some miracle, I managed to draw the line once she’d come on my tongue.
Her scent fills the room around me, making me damn near desperate to turn her over and sink inside her hot little body.
My cock tents the sheets, but I don’t reach out for it. I deserve to suffer after how I’ve treated her today.
Turning onto my side, I slide over toward her until my front presses against her back. The second we connect, she snuggles back into me as if she’s awake and waiting for me.
“G– Ella, are you awake?” I whisper, but the question goes unanswered as her breathing remains steady. She’s either fast asleep or just a very good actress. I think back to her performance in our drama class back in middle school and