Tucker (The Family Simon 1)

Christ he was so close.

“And I plan on making the next time last.”

She banged her head against the wall, her hands suddenly in his hair. “This whole night has been foreplay, Tucker. Amazing, hot foreplay. But with you, I’ll take a marathon over a sprint any day.”

Then her mouth was on his and seconds later he lost it. There against the wall, the two of them shattered together. He held her body, felt her orgasm as she came. Breathed in the scent of their sex.

And held her tenderly as they both slid to the floor.

Chapter Fourteen

“So you and Tucker disappeared last night.”

Abby glanced up as Betty Jo joined her at the table. It was late Sunday morning and brunch was being served.

Abby shook her head and cleared her throat. She opened her mouth to say…something…but the knowing look in Betty’s eyes pretty much said everything.

She blew out a hot breath and played with the napkin in front of her, eyes lowered, mind racing.

“Does everyone know?”

“Does everyone know what?”

Abby’s head shot up. Betty Jo wasn’t going to make this easy, but the smile on the woman’s face told Abby everything.

“Shit,” Abby muttered.

Betty Jo shrugged and took a sip of champagne. “Not much you could do to hide it. Grace saw the two of you sucking face outside and then you were gone so…”

Abby glanced around the room until she found Tucker chatting with his brother Beau by the buffet table. He held two plates in his hands, though she wasn’t sure she could eat.

Her heart accelerated. Her cheeks were probably the same color as the strawberries next to the champagne, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away from his handsome profile, broad shoulders and tall frame. Her eyes dropped to his long fingers as they gripped the plate. Long, talented fingers.

God, the things he’d done to her. The things she’d done to him.

The night before had been like a dream. A crazy, sexy, hot dream. She was sore in places that still tingled. Sore in places he’d explored thoroughly with fingers and tongue. Over and over.

He’d been right. After that first explosive encounter up against the wall, he’d picked her up and taken her to the bed where he finally got naked. The next time had been a slow, heady, sensual and thorough loving. They’d rested. Laughed. Talked about nothing and then made love again.

They didn’t leave the bed until an hour ago and Tucker had had her in the shower. Never in her life had Abby connected with a man the way she’d done with Tucker. It had been everything she’d fantasized about and so much more.

They hadn’t even used a condom, though any concern about pregnancy had been averted. Abby was on the pill.

“Oh God,” she whispered. She’d never lost control like that and if she could, she’d have him again. Right here. Right now.

Well, that is if Aunt Virginia wasn’t staring at her with a look in her eye that echoed what she saw in Betty’s. And you know, they weren’t in the middle of the hotel restaurant.

Tucker jerked his head suddenly, as if he knew she was looking at him and she couldn’t help herself. Abby smiled, a slow, hesitant smile and when he returned it, she nearly melted in her seat.

God, her panties were on fire. Just from one look.

“You’re in love with him.”

That got her attention. She dragged her gaze back to Betty Jo.

“What?”

Betty Jo shrugged but said no more and Abby’s heart sank. “Am I that pathetic? That obvious?”