Page 89 of Love In Hiding

“Get yourself there,” he said, his voice low and rough, just like his touch on her body.

How could this be the same person she’d been battling with for weeks during the day?

Easy. Because he was someone else after hours.

And now, just another side she was coming to...

Yeah, no. Her brain couldn’t travel down that road just now.

His other hand moved between their bodies, found that swollen bud he’d massaged before, but this time he pressed down as if it was a button ready to launch her.

It did.

If he wasn’t kissing the breath out of her, she’d be screaming out loud enough the other floors would hear her.

He let her go though, as she worked him over, and held on as if it took all he had until she was emptied.

And hestillhadn’t come. She knew. She could tell.

She didn’t know what he could be waiting for until she felt herself in the air and on her back.

Damn, that was fast.

His arms were under her thighs lifting her off the mattress and he was slamming into her as if he had to unload all his demons at once. Or maybe it was the self-doubt that she knew he’d been feeling right there with her.

But when his body dropped on hers, she knew all those insecurities they both carried were no more.

Though what they had now still had no name and she was too afraid to ask what it could be called.

25

CROSSED A LINE

“It’s so nice to meet you. I’m Carolina Westerly.”

“Spencer Jensen,” he said, reaching for London’s mother’s hand. “It’s a pleasure.”

“The same,” Carolina said warmly. “I’m just thrilled to have my daughters home again. I’ve missed them, but I knew eventually they’d fly the coop. Thankfully, I’ve still got one chick left.”

“Thanks, Mom. Hi, I’m Raleigh.”

The youngest of nine. Twenty-two, freshly graduated, and bright-eyed, looking similar to her older sisters, but not as tall, nor as... mature. He didn’t know much more than that. It wasn’t like he and London had gotten into deep family history.

Not yet.

But after this, maybe that was coming.

Something had shifted. They’d crossed a line, one he wasn’t pretending didn’t exist anymore. He knew she felt the same.

He just didn’t know where that line would lead or when they were finally going to talk about it.

Not tonight. Not even this trip.

But when they got home tomorrow, or this weekend, when she’d said she wanted to spend it with him?

Yeah, it’d be then.

“Hi, Dad,” she said, stepping into her father’s arms. Austin Westerly was tall, lean, and carried himself like a man used to being the sharpest one in any room. Spencer knew the name. Westerly Law in Orlando. Not as massive as the firm he’d left behind, but respected as hell.