Free Loving Hart by Ella Fox

of togetherness.  I could tell he thought that was going to change my mind when he’d said it , but if anything, it just made me more desperate to have him .  How could he not know that wa s my dream?  I’m about to spend the next month climbing all over Spencer, getting to know his body as well as I know everything else about him. 
    The drive to Malibu wa s blessedly short.   Gr abbing the keys from him, I ra n ahead to open the doors.  He brought our weekend bags in while I flung the sliding glass doors open and stepped out onto the deck, brea thing in the fresh ocean air.  Ever s ince he bought it two years ago, I’ve always loved hanging out at Spencer’s Malibu house .  It's his getaway and his safe haven all in one happy place.  I ’ve always wondered why he doesn’t just live here.
    My heart rate skyrocketed, and I smile d as he came up behind me, sliding his arms around my waist.  I entwined our fingers together as I relaxed into him, so happy to be with him that I could feel my soul sing. We stood like that for a while, rocking back and forth staring at the ocean. When he asked if I was hungry, I nodded as I turned.  "Hungry for you," I said.
    His blonde hair blew in the breeze as his blue eyes widened.  In that moment, I knew beyond any shadow of a doubt that he was hungry for me, too.  Standing on my tiptoes , I wrapped my arms around his amazingly broad shoulders , and smiled at him.  To make it easier for me to reach him, he leaned forward.   I sighed , and smiled bigger as his body rubbed against mine, and I enjoyed it when I heard his breath hitch.
    He lifted me up against him like I was weightless, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.  Before I'd hooked my ankles together, he had us back in the house.  We stared into each other's eyes with blazing intensity as he walked us to his bedroom.  Holding me tightly against him, he took my mouth with a gentle ferocity that lef t me with no doubt that he wanted to do this just as much as I did .
    Our tongues dueled as we devoured one ano ther, the sound of our kisses filling the room.  I wanted him with an intensity that had always been reserved just for him .  I squeezed my thighs around him as I tried to get closer to him.  An impossibility really, there wasn't a quarter of an inch between us.  
    I resented the clothes that kept us from being skin to skin, and letting my hands go from around his neck, I pulled my navy blue tank top off.  It had a built in bra, so once it was off, I was naked from t he waist up.  Spencer watched my movements like he was a lion and I was dinner, and I smiled in the face of that look.
    Walking me to the bed, he set me down before ripping his shirt off and joining me.  I groaned when I saw his naked chest hovering over me.  He's built like a Greek god , all muscle and stunning virility.  Having carte blanche to touch him , I took full advantage.  Running my hands up his chest, I explore d every contour of him.  I note d when his breathing got heavier, when his breath stopped completely, what made him moan . When I rub bed my fingers over h is nipples, he rewarded us both by grinding against me. 
    "Fuck Delilah.  This is supposed to be all about you baby.  Not me."
    Shaking my head, I pulled him closer so that I could lick and bite his neck.  " If it's all about me then that's good, because I want to do this," sliding to the other side , I bit him again before kissing and licking at the same s pot, "a nd this."  Fisting his hair between my hands, I pulled his mouth to mine.  "And this too," I said as I lifted my lips to his.   I silently cheered when I felt him pulsing harder aga inst me as he kissed me with such passion that I knew he was barely holding himself together.
    When he laid down on me bringing us chest to chest, the zing radiated through my body like a nuclear blast .  Skin to skin is how the tw o of us were meant to be; I had no doubt of that.  As he broke the kiss, I tried to