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“But then I met you. We became friends first when you walked down the wrong path, but I fell in love with you anyway, even when I shouldn’t have. But then we got married, and it was rushed, and it happened for all the wrong reasons, but it was also right. And I realized today that I don’t want the vineyard at the expense of our marriage. That place is meaningless to me if I can’t have it with you. And so I told Nana to give it to Amelia, and then I hopped on a plane and came here to tell you that I love you. I love us. I want to make this work with you more than anything.”
He stares at me, his jaw working back and forth in that sexy way men have as he contemplates my words.
I add more. “Besides, if I let Amelia win, maybe she’ll stop trying to come between us. She’ll stop with the paparazzi and the fake social media accounts and the constant manipulations, and we can focus on us and building this life together instead of on fighting her.”
He’s quiet as he stares at me for a few beats, and the very real fear that I got it all wrong plows into me.
“You gave up the vineyard? For me?”
I nod slowly, pressing my lips together as I wait for his reaction.
He shakes his head a little with wonder, and then he glances out the windows behind me before his eyes return to me.
“For us,” I say.
He takes a tentative step toward me, and then another, and then he reaches forward to grasp my upper arms as he pulls me toward him. And then his lips crash down to mine.
It’s like I’m home again.
This kiss is aggressive and urgent, needy and full of lust as it seals in the unspoken promise between us.
I slide my arms around his neck and cling to him as he lets his grasp on my biceps go to wrap his arms around me. His tongue glides against mine, and his hips shift as I feel the firmness of his erection against my stomach.
I gasp when I feel it, and a warmth spreads through my chest that this is it. It’s real. It’s right. It’s all I’ve ever wanted with him, and finally, finally all the obstacles are out of our way so we can walk this journey forward together rather than apart.
It feels like a weight has lifted off me. I thought letting go of the vineyard would be the worst thing for me, but as it turns out, maybe it’s the best.
It’s what led me back to Spencer. It’s what led to this moment.
He doesn’t move his lips from mine as he starts to guide me backward through the house. We devour each other through our mouths, and it feels like we were apart for years rather than weeks. The time doesn’t matter. The fact is, if we make another pact about time apart, this time we’re sticking to it.
This time it’s real.
This time it’s forever.
I feel the kitchen counter behind me, and he lifts me and perches me on it. I wrap my legs around his waist as he moves in closer, his fingertips moving beneath my shirt and brushing the skin of my back. His hands, his fingers, his mouth…it all feels so good.
He pulls back and leans his forehead against mine. “I missed you, Gracie.” His voice is a low rasp, and it sends a thrill up my spine. “Every fucking second of every fucking day.”
I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders then pepper kisses along his jawline. “I missed you, too. I promise I’ll never let a week go by without you again.”
He doesn’t respond with words, instead sealing our promise by lifting me off the counter. I link my legs around his waist as he carries me over toward the couch. He tosses me down and dives on top of me, not wasting a minute as he starts to slam his hips to mine. I gasp as I feel him against me, and I need to be naked. I need him inside me like I need to breathe right now.
“Fuck me, Spencer,” I beg as his lips dip down toward my cleavage.
He pulls back and tears my shirt over my head, tossing it on the floor. He works my bra next and tosses it on top of my shirt, and his hands move down to squeeze my breasts. “Fuck, I missed this body.” His mouth goes straight to my nipple, and when he sucks, a searing ache darts between my thighs.
I need relief. I need release. It’s been far too long without him, without this.
I thrust my hips as I try to find some relief, but he backs away, teasing me. He pulls off me completely then, and he reaches for the button of my jeans. He pushes them along with my panties down, and I kick off my shoes and jeans so I’m laying naked on his couch.
He pulls his shirt over his head and gets naked next, and I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anyone move as quickly as he’s moving now. We’re both desperate to get to this sacred reunion, and as he climbs on top of me, he hovers for a few beats. His eyes meet mine, and this erotic intimacy passes between us. It’s a new feeling, heightened in a way I’ve never felt before.
I think it’s because it finally feels like forever.
His lips drop to mine as he reaches down to grip his cock before he slides it into me, and if the intimacy of a moment ago was erotic, the feeling of him moving inside me as he kisses me is on another level. Our souls are connecting here as our bodies do the work, and as his deep, slow thrusts start to quicken, his mouth moves from mine. He presses hot kisses to my jaw, my neck, and my chest as I moan at the feel of his drives into me.
“You feel so good,” he says, his breath hot against my ear. “Even better than I remember. Your pussy is so tight, like it was just made for me.”
