Page 4 of Bunny Vibes

I blushed and nodded, still speechless from his outburst, and because my body was tingling from the way he was staring at me.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His tone was curious, but there was a hint of accusation that had my hackles rising.

“I tried. If you hadn’t avoided me every time you saw me, I would have explained your mistaken assumption.”

He had the good sense to look a little ashamed. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions and given you the chance to correct me.” I’d never imagined he would own up to his mistake, and the fact that he had admitted he was wrong sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach. It just made me want him more.

“What assumption?” Pepper interjected.

Nixon shushed her, and they started bickering again.

Tuning them out, I kept my focus on Spencer, waiting for him to make the next move. I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t even know what I hoped would happen.

When he simply held out his hand, nothing would have stopped me from taking it and letting him lead me out of the room. He took a few steps across the hall to the opposite door, keeping a tight hold on my hand. After fishing his key card out of his pocket, he pressed it to the pad on the wall, and the door clicked. He didn’t speak or look back at me as he pushed the door open and pulled me inside.

The door swooshed shut, and before I knew what was happening, he’d spun around and pushed me back until I was pressed up against it. He slammed his hands onto the wall around my head, and when his eyes met mine, they blazed with fire. I started to ask what he was doing, but before I could get the words out, he crushed his mouth over mine, and I had my answer.

My lips parted slightly, and Spencer opened them further when he slipped his tongue between them and swept it inside my mouth. My body temperature had skyrocketed, and I felt my heartbeat pulsing between my legs. Then he groaned, and my already damp panties were soaked by the rush of arousal the sound caused. The kiss was hungry, as though he was starving, and only I could satisfy his craving.

It took a couple of heartbeats to overcome my surprise, and I gave myself over to the desire engulfing my body. My hands delved into his hair, and I kissed him back with equal fervor. I twisted my tongue with his, and he groaned. His hands fell to my waist before sliding around to palm my ass. With minimal effort, he lifted me, and my legs automatically circled his hips. Any space that had existed between us disappeared when he used his whole body to press me back a little harder. My pussy contracted when the hard, hot bulge of his shaft nestled in the apex of my thighs.

He rocked forward, and the friction from the rough texture of his jeans through the thin layer of my underwear made me moan as shards of pleasure sliced through me. My legs tightened to keep him from taking away the incredible pressure that was quickly pushing me to the edge. His grip on my ass tightened, and he slanted his head to deepen the kiss as he sped up the motion of his hips. When I was teetering at the precipice, he tore his mouth from mine and put his lips to my ear. “Come for me, Olivia. I need to see you fall apart, baby.”

My body immediately obeyed his command, splintering into a million tiny pieces as I cried out in ecstasy. My head fell back against the door with a thunk, and Spencer buried his face in the crook of my neck, breathing deeply.

As my heart rate began to decelerate, Spencer placed soft kisses down the column of my throat and along my collar bone. It was such a sweet gesture, so different from the frenzied, desperate kiss that had led to my climax. The thought cleared away some of the lustful fog, and I frowned, a little irritated with myself for letting the slutty girl inside me take control. Yes, Spencer had apologized, but damn. I probably should have made him work for it a little more.

“Wipe that frown off your face, beautiful.”

My eyes flew to Spencer’s as I wondered if I’d been musing out loud or if he’d read my mind. He chuckled and slowly lowered me to the ground. “You telegraph your thoughts, baby.” My nose wrinkled in annoyance, but I couldn’t argue with the truth. “I know you think we shouldn’t have done that, but you’re wrong. We both needed to take the edge off.”

Spencer released me but grasped my hand again and led me into his suite’s living area. “Don’t get me wrong,” he continued. “We’ll be doing a fuck-of-a-lot more very soon. But I know we need to talk first.” He sat on the couch and tugged on my arm with just enough strength that I tumbled into his lap. “I want to make sure that when I finally get you under me and sink inside your hot little pussy, there are no secrets or misunderstandings. Nothing between us.” My eyes widened, not because I wasn’t used to hearing such crude talk, but because it had never been directed at me. Holy crap. It was hot as hell. My clit tingled, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if my underwear had simply disintegrated from the level of saturation.

Spencer’s hands on my hips stilled me, and I glanced at his face to see him giving me a look of warning. The slutty little devil inside me wanted to ignore him and drive him crazy until he lost all control. The other part wanted to hear him out because I also wanted the air cleared before I gave him all of me. And my virginity was the last part of me that he didn’t already own. Although, I wasn’t going to scare him off by telling him that I was hopelessly in love with him. What if he thought I was crazy and went running for the hills? Besides, I wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted or how he felt about me. Even if all he wanted was a one-night-stand— which would essentially put me on the level of groupie— it wasn’t going to stop me from letting him take me to bed. I wanted him too much. And I wanted the experience, the memory, to savor and relive, whenever I thought of him for the rest of my life.

Spencer broke through my thoughts when he spoke again. “I owe you an apology and an explanation.” He looked at me as though waiting for me to comment, but I raised an eyebrow and stayed silent. I certainly wasn’t going to argue with his statement. He laughed and shook his head, ruefully. “Not going to make this easy on me, are you?”

“Would you really want me to?” I asked with a smirk.

He laughed again, and the rich, warm sound washed over me, heating me on the inside. “No. Your spunk is one of the things I find so appealing about you.” My cheeks burned, and I ducked my head, but he used his index finger to lift my chin gently so he could see my face. “I truly am sorry, Olivia. There’s no excuse for the way I acted, just an explanation. I’ve never been good at sharing, and something inside me knew you were mine. I was so fucking jealous that I couldn’t see past the red haze long enough to consider I might have been wrong about what I thought I knew. And the next time I saw you, I should have talked to you instead of running away like a complete ass.”

I nodded with mock solemnness. “You were definitely a complete ass.” I didn’t address the fact that he’d called me his because I loved how it sounded, and I wanted it to be true.

Spencer chuckled. “Will you forgive me and give us a chance to start over?” He looked relaxed, but his brow furrowed just the tiniest bit, giving away the fact that he was nervous about my answer. It was pretty freaking adorable.

“You’re forgiven, but I don’t want to start over.” His mouth firmed, and he looked as though he was fighting the desire to argue. I put my hand on his arm and smiled to reassure him. “I don’t want to start over because that would erase the first time I ever saw you.” Relief lit his eyes, and his lips curved up. Damn, he was always sexy, but when he smiled, my body heated up, and my core clenched.

“You’re right,” he replied softly. “I wouldn’t want to forget the first time I saw you either.”

I leaned back and frowned. “You want to remember the day we met?” That was the day everything fell apart.

Spencer shook his head, and his blue eyes twinkled. “Not the day we met, the first time I saw you. It was five years ago. We’d just come back home to New York and were finishing up our tour with a concert there.” My jaw slackened. He couldn’t mean…? “At one point, I spotted the sexiest brunette I’d ever seen dancing right in front of the stage. I watched her until she finally glanced my way, and I was staring into gorgeous, deep brown eyes.”

“You were looking at me?” I breathed.

“Of course, baby.” His tone had a playful tint of exasperation. “How could I not? I spent the rest of the show trying to concentrate on the audience, but my eyes just kept coming back to you.”

“I thought I imagined it. I didn’t believe you were actually looking right at me.”

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