Page 132 of Spinner's Luck

Like I was exactly where I was meant to be.

The fight between us had burned hot, tearing through everything like wildfire, leaving only ashes and raw truth in its wake.

And now?

Now there was only us.

Spinner’s hands were on me—rough but familiar—his lips moving against mine with a desperation that made my head spin.

This kiss wasn’t about anger.

It wasn’t about frustration.

It was about relief. Desperation.Need.

I gasped as his hands slipped beneath my shirt, fingers ghosting over my bruised skin like he was memorizing every inch of me.

His forehead pressed to mine, his breathing ragged.

“You with me, baby?” His voice was all gravel and heat, his lips brushing against mine.

I slid my hands beneath his cut, gripping his shirt like I’d never let go.

“Always.”

Spinner exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for days.

Then he kissed me again—slower this time, deeper.

His fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my head as his tongue swept into my mouth, taking his time, savoring.

My body melted into him, needing this.Needing him.

Not just his touch.

His presence.

His love.

Because that’s what this was.

Not just possession. Not just lust.

This waseverything.

We moved together on the bed, shedding clothes between kisses, hands roaming, exploring,remembering.

Spinner hovered over me, eyes dark, unreadable, something raw bleeding through his expression.

“I almost lost you,”he whispered, voice thick with emotion.

I cupped his face, my thumbs brushing over the rough stubble along his jaw.

“You didn’t.”

His throat worked hard, like he was swallowing something he couldn’t say out loud.

But he didn’t have to.

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