London Dynasty (The Dynasties #1) - Geneva Lee Page 0,67

of us speaking. The only sound in the space was our breathing and the steady drip from his wet clothes onto the marble floor.

“He said you always share women.”

“I don’t want to share you,” he said in a harsh whisper.

“He said the same thing.”

Spencer’s nostrils flared and I wondered if I had done permanent damage to the brothers’ relationship. I only knew it couldn’t go on like this. They had to face the rivalry that lingered between them and stop pretending that everything was okay. “I won’t be a prize.”

“I don’t want you to be my prize.” He took a step toward me tentatively as if waiting to see if I would run. I stayed still. “I spent the last week afraid of losing you because I couldn’t admit what I was really scared of.”

“You’re scared?”

He nodded, closing the gap between us. “I’m scared I could fall in love with you.”

He meant it. I knew, because, at that moment, I felt the exact same way. “So am I.”

“It’s kind of stupid to both be scared of wanting the same thing, don’t you think?” he murmured as he brushed a hand down the side of my face. His skin was cold from standing in the rain, but his touch still lit a flame of desire inside me.

“You’re freezing,” I noted.

“I didn’t notice,” he said honestly. “I’d rather die fighting for you than live without you.”

“We barely know each other.” It was happening too fast. I knew that. But even as I attempted to pump the brakes on our runaway relationship, my heart sped along at breakneck speed to whatever lay around the corner. I had no idea if it was happiness or heartbreak. For some reason, it didn’t matter.

“I know what’s in here.” His hand moved to press against my chest. “That’s obvious. That’s what matters. The rest is details that will come with time.”

“Even if it’s scary?” I asked.

“Even then.” He nodded, cupping my chin as he spoke. “Especially then.”

“This is crazy. This was supposed to be an arrangement.”

“It wouldn’t be crazy to fall in love with you,” he whispered. “It would be crazy not to.”

I turned my face up to his, unable to keep the truth from radiating off me. I felt the same way. I had no right to the emotions swirling inside my heart. He wasn’t mine. He never could be. None of that stopped how I felt.

Spencer angled his face down, hesitating for just one moment to see if I would resist, before crushing his lips to mine. His wet clothes soaked through my thin shirt, but I could think of nothing but the way his strong body felt against me. I didn’t care that he was soaked through or that I was getting wet. When he lifted me and carried me into the next room, I made no protest. He kicked a chair from the head of the table and placed me on its edge, yanking down my jeans with one swift stroke. My hands fumbled with his zipper, as our tongues tangled together, and I freed his cock.

He broke free of the kiss, pressing his damp forehead to mine.”I don’t have anything.”

“Pull out,” I murmured between panting breaths.

He didn’t need further encouragement. The tip of his cock pushed gently against my seam, breaching it slowly. My head fell back, a moan spilling from me as I savored the sensation of being stretched open. “Yesss.”

“I’ll be gentle,” he promised as he pushed in an inch more.

“Don’t be,” I said through gritted teeth. The incremental delivery was torture. I needed him inside me. Spencer answered by plunging inside me and I cried out in agonized relief. I clung to him as he stroked in and out, taking each of us closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me, Kerrigan.” The hand gripping my hip moved between my legs, and he slipped his thumb to my throbbing clit. I arced back, losing my hold on him but he held me steady as I fell.

Fell.

Fell.

Into him.

Into us.

Into sweet oblivion.

Spencer groaned, his body tensing, and he pulled out, spraying my belly with his warm release. His hand pumped the last of it while I watched with hooded eyes. My core ached from his sudden abandonment until his eyes finally opened and the promise I saw there filled the emptiness I felt. Spencer scooped me into his arms, and I nuzzled against him, while he carried me upstairs.

When we finally made it to my bedroom, I excused myself to wash