Page 96 of The Big Puck

“You’re such a mind reader, you tell me.” I know I’m being difficult, but he brings out the sass in me, always has and I like stirring him up. He pulls me against him and I feel how stirred up he is against my belly.

“You want to know where you stand now that you’re not Krissy’s nanny.”

“Lucky guess.”

He nuzzles my neck, running his hands up and down my body, trailing heat and need even through my clothes.

“Aren’t you going to tell me…” He nibbles my ear, raising the hairs at my temple with his warm breath, smelling minty and manly and so sexy. Whatever I was saying, whatever thought I had, suddenly disappears like he has a magic wand.

Which he does—if you count his rock solid cock pushing between my thighs.

He pulls me to the bed and sits me in his lap.

“Here’s where you stand with me, Lainey. You’re under my skin so deep that you own my heart. I want you to be mine, all mine. I want you in my bed every night and by my side every day. You’re everything to me and I know I’d be a lost man without you. I owe you so much.” With a shaky hand, he takes my chin and lifts it so our gazes are locked. I know he sees tears—the joyful kind—in my eyes, but I know he doesn’t mind my sappy sentimentality, never really did.

“Truth?” he rasps. “I don’t remember not wanting you from the minute I met you.”

I gasp at that and punch his chest with my balled fists, harmless love tap punches, because he’s so stubborn. He laughs at me and I jump from his lap.

He holds onto my hand, not letting me get very far.

“Now what?” He’s trying to hold in his laugh, enjoying my nervous outrage too much.

“Now I’m taking off my clothes, because unlike you, I don’t believe in wasting time.”

He’s speechless as he watches me ripping my clothes off so fast you’d think they were on fire. All I hear from him is a low growl from deep in his throat and it sends a hot thrill through me.

“Is that all you have to say?”

“How about if I say I love you Lainey Hall.”

The shock of his words spins my head, make me a little dizzy. I stumble and drop onto the bed next to him. He gathers me in his arms and my heart palpitates out of control.

“Breathe, Lainey.” His words are tight with some concern and so I do what he says, taking in a sudden quick breath like I came to the surface.

“You love me? Of course you do.” Elation grips me and I take his face in my hands and smash my mouth to his. “I love you, Spencer Logan. I love you so much it can’t be contained.” My words are muffled by his lips as I send them down his throat, straight to his heart.

We fall back and our mouths separate and I start laughing, a wildly happy giggle that comes from somewhere inside me that I have no control over and I give into it.

“How could I not love you? You’re so contagiously happy and I want that. I always want to be a part of that.”

He’s holding me still and we face each other, my laughter trailing off, but not the joy.

“You have me, Spence, love. You’ll always be a part of me now.”

Whatever he says gets lost in the roaring sensation of desire, the kind that leads to as much orgasmic bliss as I can handle, the kind where it feels like he becomes part of me, inside me and all around me until our energy combines and explodes, over and over, endlessly.

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