17. Lucy

Chapter 17

Lucy

H e was back; I sighed as he scooted in behind me, yanked me against his body, and wrapped me up tight in his arms.

It hadn’t even been a week, but he was wrong, I wasn’t falling for him. I had already fallen. I was ninety-nine percent sure that I was in love with Spencer Cassidy.

I’d be coming out of this cabin floating on a freaking cloud. I could probably fly back to my house right now if I wanted to. Who needed a snow plow and a rescue attempt to get home? Not this girl.

I snuggled under the covers and deeper into his arms with a sigh. He was always so warm, and I would never get enough of him.

The only thing that eased my mind about the quickness with which I had fallen for him was that I’d known him since kindergarten. So maybe this was just a life-long slow burn instead of a desperate attempt to avoid being alone. My feelings were real. We made too much sense together for this to be a lonely delusion.

I still had found no words to say to him. All I could hear was his words echoing in my head.

“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.”

This man had made me come harder without fucking me than any man I’d ever been with in my life, and honestly, it was ridiculous. It was also amazing and infuriating.

I could have had this all along. Not just the amazing orgasm. But all the feelings that went along with it. His care, protection, and incredible respect for me and our situation were the most important parts.

“I can hear the wheels turning in your head, Lucy. Please tell me that you’re okay?”

I froze in his arms, thinking how much to tell him before deciding to spill my guts. I’d been doing that the entire time we’d been here, and it didn’t seem to bother him, so why not continue being an open book?

“Yeah. I mean, no. We could have been fucking each other stupid and making each other happy for years, Spencer. We both liked each other. We were both interested. I’m a little bit disgruntled about that fact right now.”

The bed shook as he burst into laughter behind me. “God, you make me laugh.”

I spun to face him. “It’s not funny.”

“You’re right. It isn’t.” His hands drove into my hair as he pulled my face to his and kissed me before continuing. “But who knows if it would have worked between us before? Maybe we’re meant to be together now when we’re both ready for it?”

I contemplated his words. “You have a valid point. I’m definitely ready to be in a happy, healthy relationship.”

“Exactly, me too. Maybe we had to suffer through all our bad relationships to know what we don’t want. And to learn how to treat another person. Which makes this time together all the sweeter, right?”

I settled into his side, sighing when he pulled me close. “Yeah, another good point. You just got me off so spectacularly I couldn’t think straight.”

A mischievous spark ignited in his eyes. “You were the one doing all the work, sweetheart.” His voice was nothing but a husky whisper that sent a thrill through my veins.

“Well, you provided the hard-on.” I planted my face in his neck and covered him with kisses. “I wouldn’t have had anything to work with without it.”

“Good point, Team Snowbound, right?” he conceded, kissing the top of my head.

Instead of our Team Snowbound high five, I kissed the hell out of him.

He pulled back, brushing a hand down my cheek. “How are you feeling? Okay?”

“Yes, I haven’t been this happy in ages, Spencer. Thank you.”

“I should be thanking you. I have hope again because of you.”

I tipped my head back, hoping he would kiss me, then smiling against his lips when he did.

“Sleep, sweetheart.” He kissed my dimple and then darted his tongue out to taste it. “This might be my favorite part of your face,” he murmured. “But then I’ll get lost in your pretty brown eyes or kiss your gorgeous lips and have to question myself.”

“See?” I dropped my forehead to his chest, along with another kiss. “Don’t ever tell me you’re not romantic. When I get home, I’m going to write down every sweet thing you’ve said to me in my journal so I’ll always remember how you made me feel.”

“Don’t worry, baby, if you forget anything, I’ll tell you more.”

“You’re doing it again, and I love it. I’m so glad you found me.”

“Me too. Happy New Year, Lucy.”

I inhaled a sharp breath. “Happy New Year.”

I wasn’t used to feeling like this. I was happy, hopeful, and looking forward to seeing what the future would bring.

Spencer was a gentleman, but he was more than that. He had an innate knowledge of how to take care of someone. He was dependable and steady, and I knew he would be reliable and trustworthy, too. He was every good thing a man should be.

He made me feel safe and turned what could have been an awful circumstance into the beginning of something extraordinary.

I drifted off to sleep in his arms, hoping that all my New Year’s Eve kisses would be Spencer’s from now on.