Page 44 of Next to You

“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.

Chapter 17

Lucy

He 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’tfallingfor 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 harderwithoutfucking 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 hadthisall 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?”

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