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  Moving behind him, she ran the fingers of one hand over his back. His entire body arched forward in tension and she did it again, this time with her nails. Over his shoulders, upper back, and down his spine.

  His groan of response made her wet.

  “When you sculpt, your focus is on one area of your subject. Creating each piece exactly as you visualize it.” Her nails raked up the backs of his thighs and over his ass. He locked out his knees.

  “I haven’t sculpted you. Even the thought of recreating you in 3D is too much. I think it would worsen the fever.”

  Shania placed both hands flat on his back and moved up to his shoulders, massaging the tight muscles leading to his neck.

  “In all the time we’ve spent together over the last months, this is the first time I’m really touching you. I’ve watched you, learned you with my eyes certainly. I feel like I’ve been touching you, because I know your face and body so well. Every facial expression, every nuance of your movements.”

  Sliding her hands over his shoulders and biceps, she murmured, “I’ve captured so many expressions. Tired, happy, amused, even frustrated, which is rare for you. One emotion I’ve noticed since day one is hunger. I didn’t know what to do about it. I just figured it out today.”

  Her hands stroked down his sides, over his hips, down the front of his thighs, going still with her hands framing his groin and her lips pressed to his back.

  “You’re my muse but you’re so much more than that. I look at you and an entire world of inspiration opens to me. You’re not merely an object I take flight from, you’re a man who’s vital and kind and patient. You’ve allowed me so many liberties without objection or complaint.”

  At the waistband of his briefs, she hooked her thumbs under the material and carefully worked the fabric over his erection.

  She lowered them to his ankles and pulled them off his feet.

  As she rose, she kissed a taut ass cheek before sliding her hands along his waist and wrapping her fingers around his cock. He throbbed against her palms, silken skin that was hot to the touch.

  His groan was rough and his body taut with need. She rested her cheek against his back.

  “You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted to touch you, Spencer. You can’t know how desperate I’ve been.”

  In a deep voice, he ground out, “I do know, Shania…too well. Release me.”

  Shania returned both hands to his hips and kept one on his skin as she moved to the front of his body. His cock was painfully erect, his balls drawn tight. Every muscle was defined as he fought for control.

  Meeting his eyes, she absorbed the raw desire that reached out to stroke her. She bent and took the throbbing head into the wet heat of her mouth.

  His head dropped on his shoulders as he cried out, “Shania!”

  Spencer’s hips arched reflexively and she moved closer, cupping one palm around his ball sac and gripping the base of his dick in a tight fist as she sucked the crown.

  She didn’t take him deep but she knew it would be possible with practice. She wanted to learn everything about him and that would take time.

  Kneeling on one knee, she stroked him, sucked him, and slipped her tongue over the little slit that rewarded her with a pearl of liquid. Spencer’s hands fisted around the straps that bound him with his knuckles white.

  His moans and gasps for air drove her on and she wondered if it was possible to come from performing such an act.

  After several minutes of learning what it was like to please him, he said through gritted teeth, “Please, Shania. I’m going to come. Please…yes, yes!”

  The first jet of his semen hit her throat thick and hot. Shania moaned around his flesh and sucked him harder. She drank down the evidence of his pleasure and sank fully to her knees. Stroking his thighs and ass, she gentled him even as she accepted the gift he gave her.

  When there was nothing left, she laid her cheek against his hard leg, kissed the skin of his hip, and wrapped her arms tightly around his lower body.

  So many hours of staring at him, drawing him, and finally, she’d been able to touch him. It was the most magnificent moment of her life.

  She wondered what would happen next.

  * * *

  “Please…please, Shania. Release me.” Spencer’s voice was barely a whisper and when she looked up, his blue eyes pierced her. “Please…”

  She stood and walked to the pulley system on the wall. A few turns of the crank lowered his arms and he rocked as he found his balance.

  He waited, unmoving, until she came back to him.

  Shania untied the wrist restraints and took his hands in hers, rubbing circulation carefully into Spencer’s fingertips.

  When she finished the first hand, she placed it on her face, pressed into it, while she worked on his other hand. He stroked her jaw with his thumb.

  The moment both hands were free, he wrapped her in his arms, pulling her tight to his body.

  Spencer tucked her against his bare chest and nuzzled her hair with his face, inhaling deeply of the vanilla-honey smell that was uniquely her.

  “I’ve wanted you every minute. Every single minute since I saw you. I didn’t want to scare you.” He nudged her face up with the side of his hand. “I need to touch you.”

  With that, he lifted her t-shirt over her head and gently pushed away the yoga pants she’d slipped on after her shower. Hugging her to him, he removed the clip holding her hair in place and watched the waves cascade down her back.

  Cupping her face, he stared into her eyes for a long moment. Then he lowered his mouth to hers.

  Their first kiss was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. As a puzzle piece finally snapped fully into the missing place inside him, gentle hands smoothed up his chest and around his neck.

  She moaned into his mouth and he held her tighter. Her fingers coiled into his hair and used it to hold him to her.

  It went on forever and only an instant.

  Lifting slightly away, he watched her bright green eyes open in a trance. He held her gaze as he reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. It fell to the floor between them and she took a deep breath.

  “I’m nervous.”

  “Tell me why.”

  “I-I’m not very good at things like this.”

  “Um, I’d say you’re a natural. We can slow down. We can stop. I want you to feel comfortable, safe, and certain.”

  One hand stroked his cheek. “I’m all those things. I wouldn’t tell you that if it wasn’t true.”

  “What can I do to ease your nerves?”

  “Keep kissing me.”

  “My pleasure.”

  For several minutes, they stood in the middle of the room kissing and stroking their hands over each other. Her hips rocked against him and he knew he needed to lay her down.

  Stepping back, he took in the sight of her bare breasts. It filled him with instant, white-hot hunger. He wanted to suck her perfect pink nipples for hours. As if she could read his mind, she moved to cover them with her hands.

  I think not.

  He picked her up and carried her to the bed. As he laid her down, he stretched her arms over her head.

  “Leave them there, Shania.” She nodded and he kissed her again for the bright blush covering her face and upper chest.

  Starting at the top of her body, he kissed and stroked every inch of her face, over her eyes, cheeks, and lips. She opened like a flower and he licked inside her mouth.

  A hint of him still flavored her tongue and the memory of being at her mercy as she sucked his cock shot like a bullet through his body. Chills rocketed up his spine.

  Their tongues dueled until she whimpered, her hands clenched in the bedding.

  He wouldn’t rush their first time together. He moved over her jaw, lightly sucked her earlobes, nibbled down her neck and over her shoulder, traced the tip of his tongue over the outline of her collarbone, and into the valley of her breasts.

  One hand coasted up her side and
cupped her mound in his palm as he flicked back and forth over the pink nipple with the pad of his thumb. His mouth claimed the other with a deep groan of desire.

  She moaned his name into the room.

  He suckled her deeply before taking the other tip into the wet heat of his mouth. He lightly stroked it with his tongue and scraped the peak with his teeth.

  Her upper thighs pressed and released in an ancient rhythm against his sides. His palm drifted over her ribcage, caressed her soft belly, and circled his fingertip around her naval.

  Rubbing his knuckles back and forth over the skin beneath her belly button, along the line of her panties, made her hips lift, seeking him.

  A gentle nudge with his knee encouraged her open her legs and he traced the delicate skin of her inner leg from her knee to her pelvis.

  He avoided touching her where she wanted him to, where she needed him to. Not yet.

  Suspended from her ceiling, she’d taken all control from him, demanded his trust, and rewarded him with great pleasure.

  Returning the favor was the least he could do.

  Sexy bass music drifted through her speaker system and he laid his cheek on her belly, his tongue darting out to lick silken skin before blowing softly over it.

  Shania’s body broke out in goosebumps.

  The tip of one finger traced the lines of her panties. Blunt nails stroked over her mound through the fabric and she bowed off the bed. Damp heat radiated through the thin lace.

  Placing his finger in the band, he tugged gently, lowering them an inch or two before he moved to the other side and repeated the process.

  Every inch of skin was petted, kissed, and licked. When the tiny red curls covering her pussy were exposed, Spencer slid the panties away and revealed her barely concealed folds.

  Moving between her thighs, he prodded her legs wider for his shoulders. For a long time, he explored her folds with his fingers, stroking and gliding over her until she shook with need, her breathing ragged.

  Using his thumbs, he parted her swollen lips and bared her clit to his mouth. The moment he touched his tongue to the taut nub and tasted her, he knew it would become a drug.

  Musk and sweetness sent blazing need into his groin. His hips pumped against the bed on instinct.

  One finger circled the weeping entrance of her pussy and her thighs locked against his upper arms. Shania gulped air as she struggled to keep her hands from reaching for him. He could feel her body vibrating beneath him.

  He took his time licking her folds, dragging the flat of his tongue from her pussy to her clit, and sucking the little bundle of nerves that throbbed for him.

  One finger explored her hot sheath and he’d never felt a woman so snug before. The reason became apparent when he stroked her deeper.

  Oh, Shania.

  Glancing up the length of her body, he saw she was engaged, wanting. Her eyes drifted closed with each stroke. The need to climax was written all over her.

  Nuzzling her inner thigh, he watched her react to his touch. Thrusting slowly in and out, he watched a rosy flush spread over her body.

  With each stroke, he pressed more firmly against the natural barrier he hadn’t expected but should have.

  Wrapping his other arm around her thigh, Spencer positioned his hand over her abdomen and settled his thumb over her clit. He made small circles over it while he worked to stretch the snug walls.

  The sensation built through her, hips rocking to meet the thrusts of his hand. He added a second finger and she came for him. He held his breath as her upper body lifted from the bed and her nipples stabbed the air.

  Spencer didn’t slow, he didn’t stop.

  At the height of her climax, he pushed more firmly into her, feeling the thin membrane professing her innocence give beneath the pressure of his fingers. He brought her down gently and took her up again.

  He truly feasted upon a woman for the first time in his life and he reveled in the power of it.

  Inserting a third finger, he went deeper and spread them as he pulled back. After her second climax, Shania’s passage was slick, warm, and ready.

  Her thighs relaxed from his sides and her feet petted him, tried to hug him, worked to pull him to her.

  The throb of his cock was painful but he believed he’d lessened the pain she might have felt.

  His name was a moan from her lips as he kissed her mound and over the skin of her pelvis and thighs. He took his fingers from her body and sucked her flavor from them.

  She watched him, her lower lip between her teeth. He held her gaze as he planted a kiss at the bend of each hip. Climbing from the bed, he retrieved a condom from his jeans and rolled it on as he returned to her.

  Lowering into the cradle of her body felt right, as if she’d been made specifically for him.

  And perhaps she had.

  He positioned the head of his cock at the slick entrance and it sucked at the tip. Fighting chills, he lowered his upper body against hers, his hands sliding up her arms. Eyes locked, he twined his fingers in hers and slid his knee wider.

  “Spencer…” She inhaled deeply. “Kiss me.”

  Releasing one hand that immediately buried itself in his hair, he cupped her face and gave her what she wanted. As their tongues met, he pressed forward firmly but carefully.

  She moaned but held him harder, kissed him with desperation, and he kept going.

  The taste of her on his lips, the taste of him on hers, blended into an erotic flavor that he savored as he seated himself inside her.

  He gave her time to adjust and when she exhaled, he lifted her leg at the knee and brought it to his waist. Spencer moved slowly, showing her the rhythm.

  To distract himself from the need to claim her, he focused on her lips and let her absorb the experience of a man inside her.

  It built the burning need in both of them.

  She gripped him like a fist, her body trying to keep him inside her with each withdrawal.

  After a few minutes of steady thrusts, an orgasm crashed over her body and her eyes filled with wonder. Her body tightened beneath him and he watched pleasure wash through her.

  Smiling, she told him, “That was wonderful.”

  Sensually relaxed and stunningly beautiful, he loved the feel of her hands skimming over his skin. She learned him by touch and surrendered completely to every sensation.

  “I need to see pleasure on your face again.”

  “Every second with you makes me feel it,” she whispered.

  His own body demanded he take her harder. Gradually building the strength and depth of his strokes, sweat lightly coated their skin.

  Breathing ragged and hearts racing, they maintained eye contact until another climax took away her ability to keep her eyes open.

  Arching from the bed, her fingers gripping his hair, her lips screamed his name.

  The walls of her pussy flexed around him as she rode the waves. Unable to hold back, shocked he’d fought his own need to come for so long, he thrust hard twice more and roared his release.

  He pushed his way into her body until he had nothing left. Then he collapsed in exhaustion and satisfaction, his face buried at her neck as he struggled to comprehend the strength of the experience.

  It took them a long time to recover. She continued to kiss him, to stroke him, but neither could speak.

  Finally, she murmured, “Thank you, Spencer.”

  He lifted his head to look at her, his hands splayed in her hair. “That’s my line.” He kissed her possessively, putting everything he felt into it. He wanted her to know. “How is it that I received such a gift?”

  Not pretending to misunderstand, she smiled. “Now that we’ve had this, I think it could have only been you. It never felt right with anyone else.” She touched his face and he thought she knew it better than he did. “I’ve touched men before but I didn’t want them touching me. They weren’t who I needed. I can’t explain it better than that.”

  When he spoke, he weighed his words. “Y
ou gave me a part of yourself, something I’ve never received before. I can’t tell you what it means to me, how it makes me feel.”

  “I love you, Spencer.”

  It felt as if his smile touched every cell in his body. “You keep stealing my thunder.” He kissed her, stroked his fingers through her hair. Pulling back, he stared into the prettiest eyes he’d ever seen. “I love you, too.”

  Every step of the way, she’d been honest. He owed her full disclosure in return.

  Taking a deep breath, he confessed, “I own the company.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Shania was confused. “You own what company?”

  “The courier company. I own it. I was filling in for the other couriers when they got food poisoning.”

  “You own the courier company? You’re not just a bike messenger?” He nodded and she whispered, “Wow. Why didn’t you tell me before now?”

  “I…” Confession was harder than he thought it would be. “There are several reasons. I didn’t want anyone to think you were just another woman.”

  Her eyes widened. “I never would have thought that.”

  “My life is strangely complicated. You might not think like that but some people do.” He lifted her shoulders and pulled her hair out from underneath her. “No matter who I stand beside, the gossip pages link me to them romantically. I didn’t want you to think that was who I was.”

  “Gossip pages? Is your messenger company successful?”

  He rubbed his brow, trying to find the right words as his body came down from the most incredible sexual event of his life.

  Spencer was fully aware he was fucking the explanation up.

  He had to tell her all of it. “Do you recognize me at all?”

  Laughing warmly, she retorted. “Of course. I’ve drawn you a million times, Spencer.”

  “Look past your muse for a moment, love. Look at me and put me out in the world as a stranger to you. Have you never seen my face?”

  A small frown formed between her eyes. “What do you mean?”

  “Do you know my last name?” A hot blush crawled up her chest and enveloped her face. “It’s okay. It doesn’t matter.” He held her face. “What we have is different, Shania. Do you believe that?”