A Dash of Spice

“Oh, God!” The climax flared vibrantly between her legs. Liquid fire rushed through her veins. “Yes!”

She rode out the orgasm, but her body still craved his. Her eyelids fluttered open and she found Scout gazing intently at her, watching her as she’d given into all the feelings he evoked, all the feelings still running rampant from head to toe, sparking every erogenous zone along the way.

“That was good,” she told him in a breathless voice. “But you know I want more. So much more…”

He withdrew his fingers from her and reached for the material of his sweater at the nape of his neck. He hauled the garment over his head and tossed it aside. His gaze was on her the whole time.

Ciara’s nails scraped lightly over his hard pecs and his small, beaded nipples. Causing him to groan. They brushed lower to his cut abs and she admired all the defined ridges and grooves. His muscles bunched beneath her touch, bringing a smile to her face.

“Yeah, you make me crazy for you,” he said.

“How crazy?” she whispered against his lips.

His hand covered hers and dragged it down to his cock, thick and full against the button fly of his jeans.

“This crazy.”

“Hmm. Impressive.” She was sure her eyes sparkled with lust and appreciation.

Scout’s hand shifted and he ripped apart the fly. Ciara palmed his erection and caressed him through his boxer-briefs.

His chocolatey irises melted, glowing seductively. “You know you’re making me hotter.”

“That’s sort of the point.” She kissed him.

But Scout didn’t allow her to toy with him in this manner. Likely because he was already close to the edge. He eased her hand away and then helped her out of her jacket. Whisked the tank top over her head. Unclasped her bra with one hand and then slowly slid the straps down her shoulders. His heated gaze feasted on her bare breasts. His jaw worked rigorously, as though he were contemplating where to start with her.

The mesmeric look on his devastatingly handsome face warmed her heart. He was spellbound.

“Damn,” he muttered. “You really do get more beautiful by the day.”

Her fingertips swept over his cheek. “Sweet as you are to say so, at the moment, I’d prefer you enjoyed me, not admired me.” She kissed him softly. “Because I really need to feel you inside me, Scout. Now.”

“Definitely a request I’m more than happy to fulfill.” He dragged her pants and panties down her legs and the clothing dropped to the floor. Glancing up at her, he asked, “Socks on or off?”

“They can go. You make me plenty hot.”

“Mm.” His gaze slid over her. He shook his head. His jaw clenched again. “You beat the hell out of any turkey day feast.”

“You’re just saying that because I fed you already.”

“No, I seriously just want to devour you.” His expression was intense, full of desire.

He stood and divested himself of his boots and clothes. Ciara leaned in close and slid her hand over his thick shaft. Pumped slowly.

Scout pulled in a sharp breath. She felt his body jerk at her wicked touch.

She bent her head to him and ran her tongue along his length before teasing his tip. Finally, she took him deep in her mouth. Sucked hard.

“Shit,” he ground out. “Not such a good idea, babe.” He gently pushed her away with his hands on her shoulders. “You are way too amazing at that. And I don’t want to lose it before we even get started. I’ve waited so long to be with you again. So damn long.”

Emotion swelled in her throat. “I know.”

He joined her on the sofa again. Settled between her parted legs, exactly where she wanted him. Where she needed him. He yanked the silver-and-black fox fur blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over his hips. Another one was sprawled across the cushions beneath Ciara.

Her fingers ran over his shoulders, down his arms. Back up. While he stared into her eyes.

Anticipation built. Exhilaration trilled down her spine.