Mr Spencer(107)

He takes me in his arms and pushes the hair back from my face. “I’m sorry about today.”

“It’s not your fault.” I wrap my arms around his broad neck, and his lips touch mine. “Let’s go swimming.”

“Okay.” He immediately begins to undress, lifting his shirt over his shoulders. “What are you doing?” I ask.

“We’re skinny dipping.”

“I don’t think I want that on the front page of a magazine.” I hold my arm up to gesture to the villas above us on the hill. Who knows who can see us from up here?

“Didn’t think of that.” He kicks off his shoes, slides his jeans down, and he steps out of them. I’m rewarded with the sight of his tight, white boxer shorts. My eyes drop down his body and back to his face.

“Get your bikini on. Now.” He smirks darkly. “I’m about to fuck you in this pool.”

Goose bumps scatter up my arms and I giggle like a schoolgirl. I run inside and grab my bag, taking it through to the main bedroom.

This is the best weekend ever.

I stop dead in my tracks when I see the room.

Once again, I’m rendered speechless. There’s a king size bed made out of a pale timber that has beautiful white netting surrounding it. The back wall is made of glass windows, and it also has magnificent views of the ocean. Through a large mint green barn style door is a gigantic bathroom with a triple shower and a sunken spa bath in the middle.

I put my hands over my mouth in awe. I’ve never been anywhere so beautiful. I scramble through my bag and find my gold bikini. I throw it on and run back out to the pool. Spencer is sitting on the step and he smiles when he sees me.

I hold my hands out wide. “Ta-dah!” I announce.

Spencer’s eyes twinkle with a certain something I haven’t seen before. He stands and takes my hand, leading me into the pool.

“Look at you, you’re blossoming before my eyes.”

I frown in question.

“A month ago, you were self-conscious and shy, and now...” He holds his hand out to my bikini. “Sexy and confident as fuck. Exhibit A.”

I giggle as I wrap my arms and legs around him in the water. “Well, I have a very good teacher.”

He looks down at me, the sinking sun lighting his face. The water is still, and suddenly, it’s as if the whole world stops. Our eyes are locked, our bodies snuggled up tight together, but it’s his heart I’m here for. His big, beautiful, caring heart.

This is a tenderness I’ve never known—one that a lot of women will never know.

The closeness between us is everything.

His eyes search mine as if he feels it too, and for a long time, we just stare at each other in the twilight. Finally, he takes my face into his hands and his lips gently brush over mine.

“I love you, Charlotte,” he whispers.

“I love you, too.” I smile softly. Oh…. this is so perfect.

He is perfect.

We kiss, long and slow, and I can feel his erection up against my stomach.

“You didn’t have to bring me all the way to Greece to say that?” I smile down at him.

He gives me that cheeky, boyish grin I love. “I did. I fucked up the condom first, didn’t I?”

“Well, if you had just asked.”

“Can we not go back to that nightmare? I had visions of myself driving a minivan with five scruffy kids in the backseat.”

We laugh out loud, and then quickly fall serious again. “We came to Greece because I wanted the first time I said it to be special.”

I smile at him.

“This is a big fucking deal in my life, you know? I’ve been going on TTT therapy trips over this for years.”

I laugh against his lips and I squeeze him tight.

“Promise me that Edward won’t come between us,” he says.

“He won’t, baby.” I push his hair back from his forehead as I look into his big, blue eyes. “I promise.”

His lips take mine, and this time there’s an edge to his kiss. I know the times when I’m going to get it hard, and tonight is one of them. With his hands on my hips, he guides me back and forth over his hard length. The water begins to ripple around us.

“Bring your legs up,” he orders huskily, his focus shifting to my mouth.

I love it when he fixates on my mouth. I know he’s imagining how I would feel around him.

I bring my legs up onto the step on either side of him, and he inhales sharply as he grinds my body down onto him. “I’m going to fuck you right here, angel.”

“Hmm.”

He pulls my bikini to the side and begins to rub his thick cock through my wet flesh, back and forth, back and forth. I feel myself quiver already.

Damn it, I’m hopeless.

“Hold it,” he whispers. “Don’t come.”

I smile. “Like it’s a choice.”

With his hands on my behind, he guides me down onto him and we both moan at the burn as he goes a little way in.

He grabs my hand and puts it over his heart. I can feel it beating hard in his chest.

His eyes hold mine. “Every time, angel. Every time I’m with you my heart races.”

He grabs my jaw and kisses me hard and uncontrolled. He’s only an inch in, but I swear I’m going to come.