Chapter Twenty-Five
“Spencer.” I cried out, bucking my hips to try to shake him off of me. It was useless and he tightened his fingers, stretching my body tighter. I went still feeling the hard press of his erection against my ass.
“I love the way you say my name.” His legs shifted so that he was straddling my bottom and he moved his hand down the side of my arms. I whimpered as goosebumps rose along my skin at the softness of his touch. His fingers grazed the side of my breast and then lower, over my ribs.
“So soft, I want to spend all day touching you. Have you tied to my bed so I can take my time finding out ever little thing that makes you whimper and moan for me.” He rumbled his hand moving down to the hem of my shirt. Pushing it up and out of his way, he rubbed his palm flat agai
