“I know the feeling.”
He slows, and I almost crash into him. My legs wobble, forcing me to shoot my arms out to the side to steady myself.
Spencer chuckles.
“For someone so smooth, you’d think you would try to help me out there.” I straighten and glide.
“I have a lot riding on this bet. You can hit the floor.”
“Romance is alive and well,” I mutter, making him laugh again. “You know, if I fall and hit my head, I won’t be able to do anything.”
“You’ve never wiped out badly, Indie. I’ll take my chances.”
“I think we should break up.”
He shakes his head. “I’m sorry, you got one shot at ditching me, and you used that when we were seventeen.”
“I can only break up with you once?”
“Yes. You’ve used your time. That’s it now.”
I pretend to be annoyed. “Damn it. I’m stuck with a beautiful movie star gazillionaire.”
“Gazillionaire.” His eyebrows rise. “I’m not quite there yet but let’s shoot for the stars.”
“I don’t care about money.”
“I knew you only wanted me for my body!”
Laughing, I reply, “Busted.”
“That’s fine. I’m only with you for your boobs… and that thing you do with your tongue while you blow me.”
“Move over, romantic Spencer. Crude Spencer, you’re up.”
“Crude, huh?”
We pass the gate to the exit again. I cannot stop smiling.
His gaze drops to my cleavage. It’s done that quite a bit. My top is low cut, black, and made of silk.
“My eyes are up here, Hollywood.”
With a smirk, he looks higher. “Your eyes are stunning. Your breasts are, too.”
“Why, thank you. I like your boobs, too.”
The look of hunger turns into a glare. “Indie Croft…”
“Pecs. I’m very sorry. I love every bump in your six pack. That’s my favourite. I love tracing my tongue in the dips.”
His mouth parts. “Fall over, Indie.”
“I don’t think I will. You look a little uncomfortable there, Hollywood,” I tease, seeing the pained look in his face and bulge in his jeans.
“You know exactly what you’re doing,” he grits through his teeth.
I shrug. “I have no idea what you mean. Shall we go around once more?”
He turns and changes course, skating towards the middle of the rink.
What are we doing now?
With my heart flying in my chest, I follow him. Spencer doesn’t take his eyes off me.
“I feel like prey gliding towards its predator,” I tell him.
He takes my hand and pulls me flush against his chest. “How apt.”
Without another word, he sinks to his knees.
“What are you doing?”
Hungry green eyes stare up at me. “You know exactly what I’m doing.”
“I didn’t win yet.”
His fingers work my button and zip. He says nothing as he pulls my jeans down.
“Spencer,” I breathe, pushing my hands through his hair.
He’s not even touched me yet and I’m burning up. I squirm as his hands travel up my bare thighs, his maddening fingers making me lose my mind. The man is a magician with his hands and mouth. I try to hold off and make it last longer, but I never can.
“Fuck the bet, Indie, I need to taste you.”
A bolt of lust ripples through my body. “Spence, that’s so hot.” And I’m so the winner.
With a smile and a devilish glint in his eyes, he leans forwards and places a kiss just above my knee... and another a touch higher.
“Oh,” I moan. His fingers and lips caress my skin, making me ache for him. “Please… stop teasing.”
He’s barely touched me and I can’t stand the wait. Lust ignites every nerve ending under my skin.
I tilt my head back and close my eyes. His hands and mouth on my body send a heavy, unbearable pulsing between my legs.
“You’re stunning,” he whispers against my skin.
“I need your mouth.” My voice is a desperate plea that would make me self-conscious if I wasn’t with him.
I look down and try to press my legs together, but Spencer holds them apart, chuckling as his tongue grazes my skin and creeps higher.
I. Am. On. Fire.
“Spencer, please,” I whimper, tangling my hands in his hair.
He wanted to take this slow, to tease me until I beg. There is no time for that. When I know I’m about to get his mouth, I have zero self-control.
It’s my favourite thing in the world. He knows exactly what to do, and he does it with such enthusiasm.
He moans against my skin, his fingertips curling around my back and digging into my butt as his mouth slowly reaches its destination.
Fuck.
I shudder as his tongue brings me dangerously close to climax. He licks lightly at first, with maddening soft strokes that make my feet tingle and my chest heave. Then he presses harder and flattens his tonight against my clit.
“Jesus,” I pant, moving my hips to his pace. I don’t intend to hurt him, but my hands curl into his locks as I hold on for dear life.
If he’s in pain, he doesn’t let on. Instead, he sucks the little ball of nerves harder, and I almost come instantly. My stomach clenches, and I buck my hips wildly. He has my weight, holding me up on my skates by pinning me to his mouth, with his hands on my butt. It’s hot as hell.
“Oh, God, I’m close.”
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
“I love it when you—”
That’s all he gets to say before I push my hips into him again and tug at his hair hard.
He chuckles against my aching skin, flicking his tongue against me at such speed, I can’t keep up.
I grind against his face, the friction doing crazy things to me.
My eyes snap shut as lust courses through my veins. I ride him, my body moving of its own accord, desperate for the release I know is coming soon.
One of his hands leaves my butt to curl around my thigh. I know what he’s about to do.
My breaths are embarrassingly loud. I’m bordering on hyperventilation.
“God, Spencer, please.”
I writhe against his mouth, and he pushes his finger inside, drawing it back as if he’s beckoning me. I clench around him and grip tighter. If it
