She’d have asked for details, but with his fingers touching her, she couldn’t think straight, much less talk.

He opened his eyes again. “But seeing you like this now, how drop-dead sexy you are, is a nice bonus.”

“I think you’re pretty damned sexy, too.” She twisted under his teasing hand and gasped out, “I guess big alpha studs really do it for me.”

His gaze flickered up to hers for just a moment. “All alphas, huh?”

No way. Was he actually comparing himself to Jackson? “I can’t see me being drawn to a wimp. But the fact that I bullied you into this says that you’re different, right?”

“I guess it does.” Staring down at her, his gaze intent, he moved her thighs farther apart. “Will it bother you if I bend down to here—” he traced a fingertip around and over the crotch of her panties “—to kiss you?”

Her toes curled again, her throat tightened in expectation. Shaking her head, she gasped, “Knock yourself out.”

Another crooked smile, and then, “Thank you. I think I will.” Bending, he nuzzled his nose against her, breathing in deeply of her scent before opening his mouth over her.

Through the thin barrier of her panties, she felt his hot breath and then the press of his hotter tongue. It made her a little crazed. Her thighs fell open more. “That’s… Yeah.” Biting off a ripe moan, she tipped back her head and stared at the ceiling, happy to absorb this new experience.

“I’ve been dying to taste you,” he said in a guttural voice thick with need.

“I didn’t expect…” What? Any of this? Or more to the point, the impact of it on her senses.

He drew his teeth carefully over her, and her back arched on a sharp ache. He soothed with his tongue, and the moan broke free.

Turning his face, Spencer took a soft love bite of her inner thigh. “I think we better put this on hold.”

“Damn you, Spencer.” Only half jesting, she said, “I own both a knife and a gun, you know!”

He disregarded her implied threat. “Sorry, but with you, now, I’m high on need and short on control. I can’t do this.” With a growl, he kissed her thigh, her hip bone. “Not without ending up over you, and possibly dredging up a bad memory.” A second later, he whisked her panties down and off her legs. “And not while I need you so much.”

Bummer. She should have kept her big mouth shut about that little issue of hers. Maybe it wouldn’t even have mattered. Maybe with Spencer—

In a rush, he sat up against the headboard and caught her wrist. “Ready?”

She turned her head toward him. “For what, exactly?”

“You laid out the rules, honey, so I need you to ride me.”

Oh. Right. Boy, that sounded super-sexy.

She licked her lips in anticipation and moved up over him again. She’d been so close, all that pulsing pleasure escalating toward something monumental. But she didn’t begrudge him this.

Of course he wanted to get off. When it came right down to it, he was still just a man.

He helped her to settle over him.

Heart rapping madly, she braced herself with her knees outside his hips, her hands on his hard shoulders.

Opening her with his fingers, he guided himself to her.

Thinking of his size, she swallowed, preparing, knowing he’d thrust up into her, bracing for it…

But Spencer stopped. When she opened her eyes to look at him again, he gave her a tender smile. “Arizona?”

Her throat tightened more, but she managed to say, “Hmm?”

“Will you kiss me?”

Yeah, kissing would help. Sometimes, when she kissed Spencer, she forgot everything else.

“Okay, sure.” She leaned down to him. Any second now he’d be deep inside her. Would it hurt?

She didn’t think it’d be too bad, because seconds after that he’d be done.

A little pain? No big deal. She couldn’t wait to have him fill her up. But she didn’t want it to end, not yet, not so soon.

Taking her mouth in a deep but gentle kiss, he began slowly rocking into her. She would have gasped, but he had his tongue in her mouth, one hand on the back of her head keeping her close, the other on her hip, guiding her.

He took his own sweet time about it, too, easing into her, teasing her with the slowness of it, making her want him deep, forcing her to groan again in frustration.

Yup, as a really big guy, he was…proportionate in all ways.

But it was actually pretty wonderful, more so than she’d ever imagined. No pain, just sweet, sharp pleasure.

As he filled her up and then some, she squeezed without meaning to and drank his groan of pleasure. Deeper, deeper, until he’d buried himself inside her.

Indescribable.

Unfamiliar. Exciting.

New and hot.

She freed her mouth and whispered, “Ohmigod, that’s…” She breathed hard.

Spencer kept his dark, glittering gaze locked on hers. “I want your mouth, Arizona. Don’t stop kissing me.”

“Okay. But don’t you want to—”

“Not yet.”

His mouth was wonderful; he kissed her in ways she’d never known, in ways that…involved her. Pleased her.

It felt more about her than she’d known was possible. He kept kissing her more and more, as if he couldn’t get enough, couldn’t give enough.

He was inside her, yet he didn’t thrust. No loss of control. No rush to the finish line.