16. Spencer

Chapter 16

Spencer

S he didn’t get a kiss last year.

It only took half a second of thought before I ran my hands into her hair and raised her face to mine. I dipped low, brushing my nose along hers, smiling when she let out a sweet little gasp.

My hands shook as I held her tight, clutching her to me, sliding them down the delicate length of her spine, then back up to cup her gorgeous face in my palms again.

“Can I kiss you, Lucy?” We were so close; her lips ghosted against mine as I spoke.

One kiss. What harm could it do?

Not kissing her would hurt her. It would hurt me too. Every second I didn’t kiss her was a mistake I was making and determined to rectify.

“Yes. God, yes.”

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.” My voice was like gravel, low and desperate, as if I’d pulled the words straight out of my soul. “Even before we came here, I’ve wanted to. Every time I saw you in town, I thought about it.”

On her tiptoes, she closed the distance between us, pressing her lips to mine with a sexy little whimper. Her hands on my shoulders wrapped around the back of my neck and into my hair, giving it a light tug to bring my face lower to hers.

“Please…” That word, that sweet little plea for more, lit a fuse in me. I would give her anything. Do anything. Be anything she needed.

Amazingly, I hadn’t realized the depth of how much I wanted her until her lips touched mine. My heart exploded. It ached for her. I couldn’t deny it now.

It was even harder to deny the hard bulge in my pants now that she was pressed so tight up against it.

Slanting my head, I licked into her mouth and felt a shiver when her tongue slid against mine. Her lips were everything I’d ever imagined. She was soft, sweet, so fucking delicious.

But this kiss would never be enough. I needed everything she had to give.

We traded breath, traded the sounds we made. We breathed each other in until we were full of each other, and nothing else remained but the two of us, this cabin, the snow still swirling outside, and the firelit little world we had discovered together inside these walls.

Breaking the kiss, she pulled away.

Her lips were red, puffy with our kisses, and parted in amazement. I rubbed my thumb against her lower lip, groaning when she darted her tongue out to taste it.

“God, Lucy. I’ll never get enough of you.” That was all I could think of to say. But it was the truth.

I kissed her forehead and that cute little dimple on her cheek. Then, with my heart bursting for more, I returned to her smiling lips.

“I’ve spent too much of my life not being kissed like this,” she whispered, and I sucked in a breath at her words, silently vowing to kiss her exactly like this every day for the rest of my life. “Tell me this is real, Spencer. Tell me it won’t go away when we leave this cabin.”

“It won’t.” I traced a fingertip up the delicate arch of her cheekbone and into the hair at her temple, brushing it back so I could press my lips there. “I won’t let it end,” I whispered into her ear. “I swear.”

We crashed together again, stumbling toward the living room in a tangle of wandering hands, desperate kisses, and the knowledge that we had been correct all along in thinking we would be perfect together.

No woman had ever made me feel this way, overwhelmed, out of control, like my heart was no longer my own.

“I knew it would be like this with you,” I groaned against her lips, barely holding myself back from collapsing with her onto the open couch bed.

I took her wrists in my hands, moving them behind her back as I kissed her. “Lucy, baby, we have to stop.”

But I was the one who didn’t stop. I kept kissing her. As my tongue intertwined with hers, my hands wandered over her body, from her waist to her hips, finally settling on the rounded curve of her ass, squeezing as I pulled her tight against me and ground myself against her.

“I don’t want to stop.” She pulled away to pant against my mouth. “I want to keep kissing you.” She peppered me with little pecks to my neck, chin, and each one of my cheeks, and then she slid her hands beneath my shirt, raising it to kiss the center of my chest. “Let’s do whatever we want but keep our clothes on.” The shirt dropped back to my waist as she wrapped her arms around me and ran them up my back.

“Oh god. Okay,” I conceded, knowing I could never say no to her. But fuck, I might have to.

I walked us backward and sat on the big wing chair beside the fireplace. The couch bed still beckoned me, but thankfully, I had resisted the temptation to toss her on her back and get us both naked.

She sank onto my lap with her knees on either side of my hips. We groaned in unison at the contact. I was so fucking hard for her, and she was so warm and soft, and fuck, I knew I would spend the rest of forever making maps of her gorgeous curves, memorizing her taste, her sounds, and the way she made me feel like I was the only man in the world.

I dragged my lips along her jawline, inhaling her sweet scent as I lost myself in the hazy pleasure of finally having her in my arms.

“Spencer.” She sighed. “I don’t know how much more I can take. I’m one more kiss away from losing my mind. One more touch, and I’ll end up begging you not to stop. Maybe we should go to bed. I mean to sleep.” Her eyes were glassy with lust, desperate for more. She needed me.

“Let me make you come. Just you.” I pulled the zipper of my stolen hoodie down a few inches, the fabric bunching around my hand as I gripped it, biting back a groan when I realized she wore nothing beneath it. “Can I touch you?”

“I can’t let you.” With a tremulous exhale, she leaned back and held onto my arms, shaking her head no. “That wouldn’t be fair to you. Not when we can’t finish?—”

“Forget about fair.” I all but growled. “Remember our dinner conversation, sweetheart? This is what I want. I need it.”

“Are you sure?” Her voice trembled with excitement while every fiber of my being vibrated with anticipation.

"Are you sure? Better stop me now if you don’t want it before I can’t stop myself.”

I drew a finger down her chest, between her breasts, stopping on the zipper, waiting for her answer, silently pleading that she’d let me go just a little bit farther than we’d expected.

“Yes, I’m sure,” she hissed. “Don’t stop. I want you so much.”

Her gaze never left me as she took my hand and guided it down, down, down, lowering the zipper until the hoodie was open. Then, slowly, she slipped out of it and let it fall behind her on the floor.

Reclaiming her lips, I crushed her against my chest. “Listen to me,” I panted against her mouth. “You have to know this is real. Me and you, Lucy. We are real in this place and every place we go. Right here, right now, and for as long as you want me. Do you understand?”

“I understand.” Heartbreaking vulnerability filled her voice. “But what if I never stop wanting you?” She breathed into the air between us.

I drew my head back. I had to see her eyes. “Then you’ll have me forever.”

Her sweet smile started in her pretty brown eyes before unfurling across the rest of her face. Her cute dimple deepened, the cupid’s bow I’d become addicted to kissing grew less pronounced as it disappeared in the radiance of her smile, and the flush over her cheeks made me want to see what else I could say to make her blush.

“God, just fucking look at you.” I traced a circle around the tip of one of her nipples. Smiling when she arched into my hand in a silent request for more. “You’re gorgeous, Lucy, with your sweet, blushing face and these pretty pink nipples. You’re like a sunset, a rose. It almost hurts to look at you. You’re so beautiful.”

“Spencer…” Her eyes glazed over with pleasure before drifting shut.

I leaned forward and drew the hard little tip of her nipple into my mouth with a soft, sucking kiss, smiling against her skin at her soft gasp and gripping her waist to keep her steady as she arched backward.

She leaned forward, hands finding my waist, tugging at my shirt. “Take this off. I want to feel you, too.”

Reaching behind my neck, I tugged and yanked the shirt over my head, then blindly tossed it aside.

We lost ourselves in each other again, skin against skin, her breasts flattening against my chest as we kissed each other senseless.

“I’ve dreamed of this.” I broke away from her mouth long enough to whisper. “So many times.”

“This is better than a dream.” She was stunning—puffy lips, heaving chest, hair a mess from my hands…

She ground herself against me, riding the hard ridge of my cock through our clothes until we were both crazed, and I was thrusting up into all that soft warmth between her thighs as she pushed herself down hard against me.

“These leggings need to go.” I breathed into her ear, my teeth lightly nipping her lobe. “I need more of your skin.”

We couldn’t go all the way, but we could go farther than this.

She scrambled off my lap and shoved them down her legs, kicking them to the side to leave her standing in front of me in a pair of white cotton bikini briefs.

How she made something so simple be the sexiest thing I’d seen in my life, I’d never know.

“These are new,” she explained. I’ll have to replace a huge Costco pack of undies in that dresser.” A chuckle escaped my lips as she twisted her toe on the floor, her face turning from a light blush to crimson. She was so fucking cute. “Um, you too. Pants off, Spencer.”

Lifting my ass from the chair, I slid out of my pajama pants, thankful I’d put on a pair of boxer briefs.

I laughed darkly. “Get back over here.”

I reached for her, feeling the smooth skin of her legs as I slid my hands up and gripped the sides of her panties, using the fabric to pull her close and then back onto my lap.

“Let’s make each other come,” she murmured, sinking down again, pressing her soft inner thighs tight to the outside of mine. “I don’t want it without you.”

My forehead dropped to her shoulder. Everything faded away but her and how she felt spread across my lap. The way I wished I could feel every inch of her bare skin on mine and how I would die to be inside of her right now.

I trailed the tip of my nose up the side of her neck before groaning into her ear, “Anything you say. Whatever you want.” My own needs were the furthest thing from my mind. All I cared about was making her feel good.

She increased her pace. “Is this okay?”

“Fuck yes, it is.” I grabbed her hips, clutching her tight, sinking my fingertips into her supple curves as she ground herself hard against my cock. “Anything you do to me is okay, just don’t stop. I’m so close.”

She didn’t answer. Her eyes were wide on mine, lips parted, hips rocking, hands clutching my shoulders as she rode my lap.

“Hurry. Faster, baby. Are you going to come for me, sweetheart? I can feel how wet you are through our clothes, you’re so fucking hot.” I twisted the sides of her panties, pulling them tight so they would rub against her clit as she moved against me. “Do you know how bad I want to be inside of you right now? You’re going to take me so well, Lucy. It’s going to feel like heaven on earth when we’re finally together, when I can fuck you like you need me to.”

“Spencer, oh my god—” Her breath hitched, and her thighs seized as she ground herself against me, sending us both over the edge.

I kissed her again. Wet, messy, perfect. Then I picked her up, legs around my waist, and took her to bed.

“All your kisses are mine now, Lucy. Do you hear me? Midnight or not. New Year’s Eve or not—all of them. We’re falling in love with each other right here in thie cabin.”

She didn’t speak. Her head nodded against my chest as she sighed.

“I’ll be right back.” I kissed her cheek and then got up. “You made a mess of me, sweetheart. I have to change.”

I didn’t care that this thing with her happened so quickly and unexpectedly. Lucy was now an essential part of my life. This was right. This was real. We were perfect. And we did not need to define it or explain it to anyone.