Good God, I could tell Spencer Hill was built just by the way his clothes fit. That knowledge didn’t prepare me for just how spectacular his body is once he’s out of them.

My mouth waters like he’s fresh baked bread and I’m on a no carb diet. My lips move to his pec and I lick and kiss my way across his chest. He smells good and tastes even better. When he begins to tug at my shirt, I lift my arms for him to pull it off me. Standing in front of him in one of my prettiest bras, my gaze moves to his face so I can decide if he likes what he sees.

His eyes are locked on my body, his expression so hot I squirm under the intensity of it.

I wet my lips and reach behind me to undo the clasp of my bra. His eyes widen as his lips part. Slowly, I drop my arms to my sides. The cups of my bra cling to my breasts as the straps one by one slide down my arms. Unable to hold on, my bra falls to the floor in front of me, its straps caressing my arms along the way. The cool air of the cabin kisses my nipples making them tighten into little buds.

Spencer seems frozen where he stands.

“Please.”

My plea frees him and he erases the space between us. Strong, warm arms envelop me as he crushes my chest to his. I cling to him as he carries me to the sofa, my back hits the seat and he covers me. Pressing the heel of my palm to my eye, I groan when his lips meet my breast. He doesn’t just kiss my breasts; he worships them making my back arch off the sofa.

He shifts off me when I push up to sit. “The loft.”

As amazing as what he’s doing is, there just isn’t enough room on this sofa.

I don’t wait for him to answer; I just go, pausing at the base of the stairs to toe off my boots. The sound of his footsteps behind me lets me know he’s following me.

“Um, can you carry my bag up? I have some condoms.”

His steps pause, and then pivot as he retrieves my bag.

As he makes his way up the stairs of the loft, I slip off my socks and jeans. The pitch of the roof is so low Spencer has to stoop and walk bent in half to the bed. Perching myself on the end of it, I reach for his belt as soon as he’s near enough for me to grab it.

He groans, his hands covering mine. “Abby.”

I push his hands away. “Let me.”

The ridge of his arousal is clear through the material of his jeans. Gently, I caress him. He jerks at my touch, banging his head on the ceiling of the loft.

With nimble fingers, I undo his jeans and push them over his hips. He steps out of them but stops me when my hands move to the waistband of his boxers. Hooking me under my armpits, he pushes me back further onto the bed and settles himself beside me.

Like magnets set free, we collide, crashing into each other. Both naked from the waist up and almost from the waist down as well, this is the first time we’ve been skin to skin like this. Our legs tangle as we grind against each other. My hands are eager to touch as much of him as I can.

His large palm glides up my leg, hooking it over his. This movement centers me against his hard length. Turns out Spencer Hill is big all over. An ache blooms within me that only he can fill.

I reach for him. “I want you.”

Before I can fully grip him, he pushes me onto my back, his hand moving between my legs. “You first.”

He doesn’t fully undress me. Instead, he pushes the small scrap of fabric covering me to the side and begins to pleasure me in ways I had not thought possible. His touch is both sure and soft. I writhe beneath his skillful caresses, my hands fisting the duvet that covers the bed.

He intensifies my torture by dropping his lips to my breast and suckling my nipple. My hips thrust up and down as I whimper with want.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Spencer.”

As if lifted upward by a string, I feel weightless before pressure explodes within me and radiates from my core outward in waves of pleasure.

“I could watch you forever.”

His voice is awed and there’s a good chance I blush all over. With his fingers still between my legs, I turn into him. Finding his lips, the only thing I think is, it’s my turn.

I cover his body with mine and kiss my way down his chest, over his abdomen and down the happy trail leading from his belly button. This time, he doesn’t stop me when I reach for the waistband of his boxers.

His hard length springs free. With his help, I pull his boxers off all the way. When I look back at him, he seems as still as a statue made of stone. My fingertips brush his swollen head and he sucks in a breath.

Holding his gaze, I watch his eyes widen as I lick the length of him.

His mouth falls open and I lick my lips. Then, I take him in my mouth.

“Abby. Wait.”

At his words, I stop and look at him. His glasses are askew which somehow manages to be both sexy and adorable at the same time.

He cringes and gulps. “It’s been some time and if you keep doing what you’re doing…”

Oh.

This is awkward.

“Well. If you um, you know, now, can you, you know, later?”

His cheeks turn red. “I believe so.”

“About how long would you say?”

He closes his eyes. “I’m not certain.”

My fingers wrap around him again. “There’s only one way to find out.”

He wasn’t lying. What seems like only moments later, he groans out his release. While he struggles to catch his breath, I grin at him.

This may be our first time together, but it isn’t my first time. Still, I’ve never been this comfortable or confident with another partner.

I crawl up his tall frame and then burst out laughing when he grabs a hold of me and spins me to my back. Just the weight of his body on mine is a turn on, the way he smiles down at me another.

“I’m not certain if I can top that, but I plan on trying.”

I reach up to cup his cheek. “It’s not a competition.”

He turns his face into my palm and kisses it. My thumb brushes over his brow as my stomach flips.

Somewhere between coffee, looking at a hundred houses, beating him at Ping-Pong, and looking at stars together, he’s captured my heart. Now, almost naked in his arms I’m certain of it.

“I want to tell you something but I’m scared it’s too soon.”

Registering my serious tone, he shifts to his side, taking me with him so we’re still face-to-face. “You can tell me anything.”

The confidence I felt earlier escapes me and I try to burrow my face into his neck.

His arms tighten around me. “Abby?”

Here goes nothing. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

He pulls back, his hands going to frame my face before his lips crash down on mine. “I’ve already fallen.”

My eyes are wet as I kiss him back with all of my heart.

When I finally lift my head, it’s to ask, “Really, you really are?”

“I am.”

We continue to kiss as Spencer pulls back the covers. By the time we’re both under them, he’s recovered. He makes short work of fully undressing me. Then, he makes slow and deliberate love to me with his mouth.

My release is still rippling through me as he puts on a condom. A heartbeat later, with our eyes locked, he fills me.

The last year has been a struggle for me. Not only did I lose my house, but I also watched one by one as two of my brothers and my best friend fell in love. There were times when it felt like the universe was out to get me. Little did I know the universe knew exactly what it was doing when it sent Spencer my way.

“I love you.”

“No more falling?”

I shake my head. “I guess I was waiting to see if you were going to catch me.”

“I’ll always catch you.”

At that, I fall all over again. And, like he promised, he catches me.

* * *

I rub at my eyes. “I don’t want to get out of bed.”

He nips at my ear. “Then don’t.”

My mouth forms a pout. “But I have to pee.”

He laughs at how pathetic I sound. “You can pee and come get back into bed.”

He’s right and I hate it. “But I have to go all the way down the stairs and it’s cold out so I’ll need to get dressed and then I’ll have to come all the way back up the stairs.”

“Want me to go first? I can bring my sweater up on my way back and you can wear that.”

I sit up, liking this idea. “You’ll let me wear your sweater?”

The question is ridiculous considering the fact that we’ve made love twice and have both kissed, licked, and or sucked almost every inch of each other. “Yes, you can wear my sweater.”

I cross my legs. “Okay, let’s do that, but hurry because I’ve really got to go.”

He grabs his glasses and crawls toward the foot of the bed, giving me a mouth-watering view of his ass. When he bangs his head on the ceiling of the loft, I come perilously close to pissing myself. Luckily, I don’t.

Once his head is gone from view, I hug myself and grin to nobody in particular. Last night was amazing. It was honest to God the best sex I’ve ever had in my life and with the most amazing man I’ve ever met. If the need to pee pain wasn’t there, I’d have to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

He comes back into view, a toothbrush in his mouth and wearing the sweater he promised me. It’s an interesting look since it isn’t long enough to cover his junk.

“Hey, I was promised that sweater.”

He hands me his toothbrush. “Hold this,” and tugs the sweater off, trading me with it for his toothbrush. “I wanted to warm it up for you.”

My bladder stops me from lingering over how sweet he is and I quickly pull it on and dash to the bathroom. After I go, I follow his lead and brush my teeth. Since the plan is to both end up back in bed, it seems morning nookie is on the menu.

I listen as he finishes brushing his teeth in the kitchen and then makes his way back up to the loft. After I finish brushing my teeth, I stare at my reflection. Then I cringe and finger comb my hair. Last year I cut my bangs, myself. Thankfully, they’re growing out nicely. Now, pleased with my reflection, I lift the collar of Spencer’s sweater to my nose and inhale. Holy crap it smells good. Somehow, someway, I’m stealing this sweater. On that note, I make my way back up into the loft.

“You look good in that.”

His back is to the bed, a couple of pillows shoved behind his head and one arm slung lazily over it, his bare chest on full display. “You look pretty good yourself.”

A slow sexy smile stretches across his face. “Get over here.”

My knees actually quiver with excitement. Holding his gaze, I take my time peeling his sweater from my body and drop it to the floor beside me.

Then, I get over there.

A couple hours later, I’m lazily stretching out my limbs in a move I’ve seen Emo frequently pull. It’s a halfhearted cat version of downward dog. Spencer seems content to watch.

As soon as I’m done, he captures me by the waist and tugs me on top of him. “I can’t stop touching you.”

I push his hair off of his forehead. “You can touch me all you want.”

He gives me a sexy smile in response.

At this point, even though neither of us will come out and say it, we’re sexed out. I may be lying across him bare ass naked, but not in a sexual way. He desires me, I have no doubt of that. It’s different. Right now isn’t about sex, it’s about wanting to stay close to hold onto the intimacy we have. What we have is so much more than just a physical attraction. I was crazy for ever worrying about it.

We could be fully clothed and standing in a crowded room and I would still feel this way. Last night, and this morning, he could have just taken my body. He could have found his pleasure in me and left it at that. What we shared was so much more. We bared more than our bodies.

“What’s on the agenda for today?”

I like being this close to his face. It gives me a chance to study, to try and decide what feature I like the most. He has a strong jaw. It’s weird, before him I’ve never even thought about jaw lines. Now, I’m certain his is the sexiest I’ve ever seen. Then there are his eyes. At first, they reminded me of dark chocolate. Now, this close, they’re warmer than that. They’re like a rich dark coffee with a splash of cream.

“I’m cool with staying in bed all day.”

His arms flex around me. “Would Asher and Paige mind?”

Laughter wells inside me. “Please. I have a feeling they’re still in bed themselves.”

His eyes widen but he makes no argument.

So I keep going. “We probably should eat though. I mean, you’re going to need your strength for what I plan to do to you tonight.”

That gets his attention, making those deep brown eyes flash with want. “What exactly do you have planned?”

My thoughts shift to the sexy lingerie I packed. “It’s a surprise.”

His eyes close briefly. “You’re not playing fair.”

I smile down at him. “I grew up with four brothers. I play to win.”

Rolling us both until I’m on my back, he grins down at me. “I can only guess what your surprise is but I have a feeling it’ll make me feel like I won.”

He has a point. I decide against telling him that.

“You’ll have to wait and see, but for now, I need food.”

He lowers his head to press his lips to mine. “Stay here. I’ll make you something and bring it up.”

“What if I want to come down and watch you?”

Easing off of me, and then carefully off the bed so he doesn’t whack his head on the ceiling again, he retrieves his sweater from the floor and throws it at me. “Wear that if you do.”

He puts on his glasses and then pulls on his jeans commando style, not bothering to button the top button. My mouth starts to water as I watch him walk down the stairs shirtless. I’m so not missing this. Scrambling off the bed, I pull on his sweater and hurry after him.

He’s waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. “You look sexy as hell in that.”

My eyes travel over his tall frame. “You look sexy as hell out of it.”

Shaking his head, he makes his way to the kitchen. “You’re making this hard.”

My ears perk up. “Making what hard?”

He chokes out a laugh. “Be good or I’ll carry you back up to that loft and you’ll go hungry.”

While I ponder if that would be that bad, he starts rummaging through the bags we brought with us. “Are you sure I can’t help?”

Not even looking at me, he points a butter knife my way. “Stay over there.”

Folding my arms over my chest, I feel my chin jut out. “Can’t I at least get the coffee going?”

His movements still before he looks over his shoulder at me and nods. Throwing him a cheeky grin, I close the distance between us and give his ass a squeeze. It was supposed to distract him but backfires when I’m reminded how nice and round it is. Memories of my hands on it flood my mind and I stumble on my way to the coffee maker.

“Are you alright?”

His question seems thoughtful but his smirk suggests he knows what I’m thinking of. “Perfectly fine, thanks.”

The silverware he was using clangs when he sets it down.

That’s all the warning I have before his front is molded to my back and his lips are at my ear. “You’re right, every inch of you is perfect.”

I press back against him. “Stop turning me on.”

His chuckle is a deep rumble that makes me shiver. “I love turning you on.”

Glancing up over my shoulder, I stare at him.

With a gentle smile, he presses his lips to my forehead. “Are you going to get the coffee going?”

He’s gone before I’m able to swat him.

With a laugh, he goes back to where he was working and I finish getting the coffee going. Once it’s ready, we carry our food and coffee over to the sofa.

The heat from my mug seeps into my palms. “I wish the shower was bigger.”

Spencer’s fork pauses in midair. “Why?”

I take a sip of coffee before I answer him. “It would have been fun to shower together.”

Bite forgotten, he lowers his fork. “Care to test out that hypothesis?”

My brows come together. “How?”

He takes my mug and sets it on the table next to his plate and stands. “By seeing if we can take a shower together.”

“It’s tiny, we’ll be on top of each other.”

He offers me his hand. “Sounds perfect.”

Oh my.