hat he felt himself grow harder still, just from the evidence of how much she wanted him.

"Inside," he said, the word bursting out with the force of his desire. He started to push open his door. "Now."

"Wait." She reached over, her hand on his thigh stilling him. "Stay."

He tilted his head, studying her. "Stay?"

She nodded, and his brows lifted.

"What exactly do you want?"

"You know," she said.

"You want me to touch you?"

"Yes." Her voice was like breath.

"You want me to make you come?"

"God, yes."

He looked pointedly around. "Could have sworn you said you weren't into exhibitionism."

She reached for his hand, then slid it back inside her panties, making a whimpering sound as she did. "Maybe I'm desperate. Maybe the thought tempted me as we drove home."

"Interesting."

"And it's dark. And there aren't any streetlights, and barely any light from my front porch. And it's after two in the morning."

"My Angel has a bit of the devil in her."

"And if she does?" With a flick of a lever, she dropped her seat back, putting her almost flat on her back beside him. "What are you prepared to do about that?"

He hooked a finger under the hem of her shirt. "Oh, I think I can come up with something." He tugged up her shirt, then with equal deftness, tugged down her bra, so that her breasts spilled out of the cups.

"Mostly, I want to watch you," he said as he slipped his hand back inside her panties. "The way the dim light from the porch dances on your skin. The way your skin prickles as I stroke you. The way your nipples tighten when I brush the tip of my tongue over them," which he did right then in demonstration.

As he'd anticipated, she drew in a shuddering breath that set her entire body trembling. A trembling that only increased when he teased small circles around her clit, taking her close, but never quite over.

"I want to watch," he repeated. "And I want you to beg."

"Please." Her voice was a whimper. "Spencer, please."

"What do you want?"

"You. This. Make me come." She turned her head and opened her eyes. "Please make me come for you."

Her words sank straight to his cock, hardening it like steel. "Come for me, Angel," he murmured as he teased her pussy. "I want to feel you explode. I want to watch you break apart. I want to see you shatter. And I want to know that I was the one who took you there."

And then, as if his command had been the final piece of a puzzle, she arched up, crying out his name as her hand squeezed his with bone crushing strength. Then, when her trembling had stopped and her breath came easy, she turned to him, her features soft and a satisfied smile playing at her mouth. "Your turn," she murmured. And in that moment, he felt a rush of tenderness that was at least as potent as his desire.

"Damn right it is. But I think I'll take my turn inside. I'm not sure this little car would take the kind of rocking that what I have in mind would put it through."

She laughed. "In that case, let's hurry."

He didn't argue, and they were at the door and inside in less than a minute. There was a coatrack by the small table in the hallway, and she glanced at it, then back at him.

"What?" he asked as she moved to pull off a black, silk scarf.

Tags: J. Kenner Man of the Month Romance
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