Page 17 of A Dash of Spice


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His gut—and his heart—pulled tight. “Don’t I fucking know it.”

His fingers inside her stroked faster. Her breathing hitched. Her enticing chest rose and fell against his. Scout nibbled at the corners of her mouth, then along her jaw and down the long column of her throat. Her head fell back as he kissed and licked and nipped.

“You know I love your mouth on me,” she said in a sultry voice. “Everywhere.”

He groaned. “Yeah, I love that, too. You get damn hot for me.”

“Even when you’re just talking dirty to me over the phone.”

He could never help himself. If all the stars happened to be aligned with time zones and privacy in their favor, he took advantage.

In-person rendezvous’ were what he wanted most, though.

He kissed her again. Stroked a bit quicker. Felt the tension mount within her. Felt the ripples of excitement through her body.

Their kiss intensified. The heel of his hand rubbed against her clit as his fingers delved deeper, finding that magical spot. Scout knew when he struck gold, because her inner walls clutched him tighter, her hands more firmly fisted his hair and biceps, and her body melted into his.

Oh, yeah. This is it…

Bliss.

He kept kissing her. Kept strumming all the right places. Felt her getting into it as much as he did as she writhed against him. Squeezed him fiercely.

His cock throbbed in wicked beats, but this wasn’t about him. Or his desire and need for Ciara. It was all about her.

The tips of his fingers rubbed her g-spot, a little more forcefully. She dragged her mouth from his and let out a small cry.

“Come for me,” he urged.

She clutched and released with increasing tempo and strength. Her face burrowed in the crook of his neck. Her mouth was open so that her teeth were pressed against his skin. No doubt leaving indentations. It drove him wild.

“You don’t have to hold onto this,” he told her. “I’ll give you whatever you want, over and over again…”

“Oh, Jesus. Scout!”

Her teeth clamped down—and it was fucking electrifying how she lost control and bit him!

He felt every fiber of her being erupt and vibrate as she sucked his skin between her teeth, against her tongue.

It was erotic and thrilling and holy shit… He could just unfasten his belt… Unbutton and unzip his pants… Pull a condom from his wallet… And drown in heat and moisture that compared to nothing else.

For a man who loved the crisp scent of ice under his nose and the solid feel of it beneath his feet, Scout was equally enthralled with the way she made his body incinerate, along with the world surrounding them, when she fell apart for him.

He kissed her again, suspended in that amazing space where nothing existed but the two of them. He didn’t think about his wrecked career. Didn’t think of the never-ending physical distance between him and Ciara. Just reveled in the way her body trembled and her breathing remained jagged.

It was perfect.

Was.

He heard the sound of voices at the front of the building. Seconds later, someone threw the light switch and the fluorescents sprang to life.

“My Lord, that’s one big rock!”

Scout withdrew from Ciara, pulled away, grumbling under his breath. He reached into his pants pocket for his handkerchief while she jerked her skirt into place. Then she eased to her haunches and collected his suit jacket. Handed it over.

“Thanks,” he muttered. He folded the garment along his forearm, keeping it waist level to cover his mammoth erection. Jesus, he was hard. Damn hard.

She hastily buttoned his shirt and fixed his tie. Just as the small group that had intruded on his private moment with Ciara rounded the bow of the ship. And came to an abrupt halt.

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