Page 86 of Revival

But before that voice can get any louder, the big door covering the bay slides open with a grumble of a motor and cranks, and the silhouette of Spencer appears. His big hand waves me in.

I suppose he wants to keep up with the appearance of doing me a favor. With a sigh, I throw my car into drive and roll inside. The big door lowers shut behind me with a quietthud.

“You do know my car works just fine, right?” I say as I slip out from behind the wheel.

Spencer shuts my door with a loud bang in the large, empty garage before pressing my back tightly against it.

Without so much as a hello, his mouth slams down on mine.

My breath stutters to a stop, lungs seizing at the implication of his passionate kiss. My lashes flutter, eyes closing as I sink into him. My fingers curl into the sides of his tee shirt, keeping myself upright.

I moan at the feel of his lips on mine, opening to grant him access.

He takes advantage of the lack of resistance and slips his tongue inside, inviting me to sample the remnants of a fresh, cold beer he recently consumed.

The way his hands cup the sides of my head, fingers speared through my hair, convey a dizzying need. His desperate hold warms the cold, lonely parts inside me. Reaching into the newly mended cracks and reinforcing them with all that is Spencer Stone. Forcing me never to forget the feelings he’s able to rouse.

Just as suddenly as he drew me in, he pulls away. His thumb swipes the moisture left along my swollen bottom lip.

“Let’s not be strangers.”

Before I can get my bearings, he dips in for one more kiss as if he simply can’t resist.

“Did you miss me?” Spencer smirks, but I sense the hint of vulnerability lurking just beneath the hard exterior.

Spencer Stone isn’t used to being missed by anybody.

“Do you even have to ask?” My voice is soft and breathless.

He brushes his hands through my hair and settles them on my waist. “Just checking.”

“What happened to what you said on the plane?”

“What?” He leans in and brushes his nose against mine. “Did you really think that our two weeks alone in the Caribbean was just a fling?”

My eyelashes flutter. “Thatiswhat you said.”

“Things were moving really fast. I believe it was you who said I was a good rebound.”

A breath leaves my parted lips. “That was self-preservation. You do have a history of leaving me after we spend a night together.”

A grumble sounds from Spencer’s chest. “I thought I more than made it up to you in our villa.”

I release a pleasant hum. Memories flood forward, bringing an arousing clench below my waist. “That you did. But then you did it again when we arrived in Minnesota.”

“Maybe I had a need for some self-preservation as well.”

Apparently, somewhere during our two-week stay, he didn’t get the message that I’d moved on from my ex-fiancé. For that, I only have myself to blame.

I hold his gaze as I tell him, “I wouldn’t hurt you.”

Spencer’s shoulders rise and fall with a deep breath. “Not intentionally, no. I don’t think you would.”

“What does this mean?”

His corded arms tighten around me when he lifts his head to glance around the open space. “I think this means I’m here to stay for a while.”

“Back in Fairview Valley.”

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