Their tongues met, and dammit if a flush didn’t sweep through his entire body.
He felt like he was fourteen again, kissing his first girl, only this was so much better.
Spencer couldn’t get enough. He deepened the incursion.
Tabitha moaned in the back of her throat, and it upped his exhilaration even further. It was the single sexiest sound he’d ever heard. His bones turned to jelly.
He grew dizzy with need to maximize their bodily contact.
The smell of her, the feel of her, the taste…
It was all too much, and not enough at the same time.
His hands slid from their previous positions that felt too remote. Tabitha belonged fully in his arms.
Threading his biceps around her, he gathered her as securely as he could against him while still allowing them room to breathe.
Ah, what the hell. Breathing was overrated.
He tightened his hold.
The close contact might just satisfy the rabid desire raging under his skin. At least for a little while.
Tabitha, it seemed, was on the same page; frantic with need. As he claimed her, she owned him right back, squirming against him while raking his neck with her fingernails.
She could draw blood and he’d call it a win.
Spencer didn’t know how long they stood and devoured each other, but a noise in the companionway outside the mess suddenly brought them both back to reality. Pulling back and panting from whatever possessed them, they regarded each other with slightly unfocused eyes.
“Frickity, frick,” Tabitha eventually heaved out, licking her slightly swollen lips. “That was…”
“Epic,” Spencer supplied, then swiftly added, “I mean ifyouthink it was. Because if you do, then I?—”
Tabitha grinned, cutting him off. “Yes. Itwasepic, Spencer, and please don’t go all PC on me now, okay? I want to know that everyinchof you enjoyed that as much as I did.”
She rolled her hips into his, uh, enjoyment, where—duh—Spencer’s cock was as stiff as a pike.
“You can’t tell that I’m blown away?” he asked gruffly, wanting nothing more than to pick Tabitha up, throw her onto one of the mess tables, and treat her like she was his next, luscious meal.
“Oh, I don’t know,” she responded impishly, with another concentrated, pelvic-thrust. “A lot of guys can get hard thinking about having sex with an oven mitt. I want to be considered atleasta couple notches above kitchenware.”
Spencer didn’t know whether to laugh or attack her again. Maybe a little of both?
He chuckled and got down to it.
“I…” He kissed the corner of her mouth. “…actually prefer…” He moved across her jaw and slowly down her neck. “…a shower-loofah for my self-pleasure,” he told her impishly. “But just know that you are going to beat both of those hand-helds, no contest.”
He latched his mouth onto her collarbone and sucked.
Tabitha groaned. “Good to know that I’ll be a few steps above household goods.”
A noise outside the mess came again, this time a little louder, but Spencer didn’t stop his licking and kissing. It was quite obvious that his buds on the night cleaning crew were giving them warning. They’d probably already poked their heads in, seen the fun happening, and pulled back judiciously.
Spencer would certainly get shit about this, tomorrow, and on that note, it was time to move to another spot.
Tabitha, without him having said a word, clearly agreed.
“We’re going to have company in a minute,” she mentioned casually as she kept her head thrown back to give him better access to her flesh. “Luckily, my itsy-bitsy room isn’t very far away.”
