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“Ah, you’re talking like Lancelot.” I laugh, shaking my head. “My brother gives me crap about it all the time, but I just can’t resist the call of luxury. Only the finest fabrics for this body, and sometimes, that means no fabric at all.”
“Ah, I see,” she responds, her laughter tinkling like wind chimes. “Well, I must admit, it’s a nice view.”
My heart skips a beat, and my grip tightens around the wheel. Could it be possible that she wants me so bad, too? The thought sends a shiver down my spine. But for now, I focus on the road ahead in every sense of the word.
“Patience, Butterfly,” I whisper, squeezing her hand as we continue our drive into the night.
As we speed along the winding coastal road, the wind whipping through our hair, I feel alive. My heart races in anticipation of what lies ahead at the B&B. Exploring the woman I’ve come to know and like on a deeper level. I want to be with her, and to my astonishment, more than just for sex.
Spencer’s hand remains entwined with mine, her soft fingers sending currents of electricity through me. I steal glances at her as we drive, marveling at her beauty and grace. Her green eyes are filled with desire and longing, and I know that she feels the same magnetic pull towards me. The tension between us is palpable, like an invisible thread drawing us closer together with every passing moment.
“Spencer,” I say softly, unable to keep the emotion from my voice, “I want you to know that this means a lot to me.”
And I’m not lying.
“For me too,” she responds, her eyes never leaving mine. Then she bites her lip, a hint of vulnerability showing through her usual gentle confidence. She wants to say more, but this tension between us goes beyond words.
As if drawn by an irresistible force, Spencer leans over, her lips finding the skin of my neck. The sensation sends shivers down my spine, and my grip on the wheel tightens reflexively. My mind races with thoughts of what could come next, but I know that we must wait just a little longer for our destination.
“We’ll be there soon.”
“Promise?” she asks, using just one hand, but her breath is hot against my skin.
“Promise,” I reply, my voice firm and determined. As we continue speeding towards our destination, our hearts beat in sync, anticipation building with each mile that passes beneath our wheels. And when we finally arrive at the B&B, we’ll let go of our inhibitions and embrace the passion that has ignited between us.
The moment our car pulls up in front of our lodging, the anticipation between Spencer and me reaches a fever pitch. I can practically feel the heat radiating off her body as we scramble out of the vehicle, our hands fumbling with the door handles in our haste.
“Come on,” I say breathlessly, tugging Spencer along as we rush into the foyer. Our laughter echoes through the empty space.
As soon as we are in a hidden corner around the stairs, I pull Spencer into my arms, our lips crashing together in a frenzy of passion. The world outside our embrace fades away, leaving only us and the fire that burns between us like a living, breathing entity.
She gasps when we finally break apart for air. I know what she means.
“Trust me, the feeling is mutual,” I murmur, my lips on her line of vision, then I get busy trailing kisses down the side of her neck, delighting in the way she shivers beneath my touch.
We need to hurry. I take her hand we stumble out into the hallway, our bodies locked together in an urgent dance of need and desperation. We make it to our room in record time, our fingers fighting to get the key card into the slot before finally—finally—the door swings open.
“Get in here,” I growl playfully, pulling Spencer inside and kicking the door shut behind us. We don’t waste any time; our hands are all over each other, racing to peel away the layers of clothing that separate us from the heated skin beneath. My shirt is the first to go, followed closely by Spencer’s hoodie. She’s wearing one of her t-shirts underneath—a soft, well-worn band tee that somehow makes her even more irresistible.
“You’re not going anywhere… but those clothes must leave,” I command with a grin, my fingers finding the hem of her shirt and tugging it upwards. She raises her arms, allowing me to strip the fabric away and toss it aside.
“Your turn,” she breathes hard while signing the words, her green eyes burning with desire when she unbuttons my pants. I step out of them, kicking them to the side while simultaneously working on the elastic band of her leggings. A man like me enticed by Lycra… Who would have thought?
We’re both down to our underwear now, the thin layers of fabric doing little to dampen the intensity of our shared lust. I pull Spencer against me once more, our mouths colliding in another searing kiss as we fumble with the clasps and hooks that hold the last remnants of our clothes in place.
“Finally,” I groan when we’re both gloriously naked, our bodies pressed together from head to toe. I can feel Spencer’s heart pounding against my chest, a perfect counterpoint to the racing rhythm of my own pulse.
And as we tumble onto the bed, our hands and mouths, exploring every inch of each other’s flushed, trembling flesh.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, my hands gliding across Spencer’s silky skin like a sculptor admiring his masterpiece. She shivers beneath my touch, her breath hitching as I trace the curve of her hips and the dip of her waist. I’m addicted to my hands on her body already. Fucking hell.
“Your hands… they feel so good,” she confesses. My fingers dance over her body, exploring the terrain of her delicate collarbones, the swell of her breasts, and the firmness of her thighs.
Spencer moans into my mouth, her nails digging into my back as if trying to anchor herself to the moment. In response, my own grip tightens on her, our bodies moving in sync like two puzzle pieces finally finding their place.
“I want your taste on my fingers… and my mouth,” I say, my words muffled by her eager kisses.
Her eyes are wide and luminous as she nods her consent. The heat between us is palpable, a living entity that threatens to consume us both if we don’t surrender to its demands.
