That got a smile out of him. “Mind-blowing?”
Abby tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She didn’t return his smile, though her eyes darkened. “It was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“It was pretty damn hot.” Hell, he’d rate it right up there himself.
“I want more of that mind-blowing sex.”
Jesus, he wasn’t used to this frank side of Abby Mathews. “The mind-blowing sex is good.”
“And you don’t need to worry about me getting all territorial. I just got out of a relationship.”
Tucker wouldn’t exactly call what she’d had with the dumb-ass musician a relationship, but he wasn’t going to argue with her.
“I just don’t want to be treated as if I don’t matter, Tucker. Friends don’t do that to friends.”
“So what are you saying?”
“I’m saying that I still want to take this day by day, but only if we have some guidelines to follow, because I think we can both agree that our friendship means a lot and I don’t want to jeopardize it.”
“Agreed.”
“I have a few rules.” There was the lightness that had been missing in her voice.
“You do,” he replied, letting that lightness wash over him.
“Yep.”
Okay, he thought, things were going to be okay. Relieved, he smiled.
“Let’s hear ‘em, Miss Mathews.”
“Even though this is pretty much a friends-with-benefits thing, I don’t ever want to hear you say those words.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Friends with—“
“Ah.” Her f
inger was on his mouth. “Never. Again.”
“Got it.”
She pressed into him, her arms snaking up behind his neck. “And it’s exclusive. No more yoga instructors or Sonya Devonishes or those freaking groupies that chase after your sports guys. If we’re going to be hanging out, then it’s just us.”
“Check.”
“And we’ll have to come up with something to explain all of this to my brothers. Especially Mick. I have a feeling he’s going to have a problem with our new...relationship. I don’t want to hide, but he can’t know the truth because he’ll never let me hear the end of it.”
Okay, Mick, might be a problem, but Tucker was confident he could handle him. Maybe.
“Which brings me to the most important thing. I don’t want to hide or sneak around. That’s just not my thing. If you walk into The Black Dog and I want to kiss you, then I’m going to kiss you.”
“Got it. Exclusive. No sneaking around and public kissing allowed.” He flashed a smile. This could really work. He’d finally have someone he cared about in his life, and his baggage wasn’t an issue. His inability to commit to anything serious wasn’t going to bite him in the ass.
“Are you sure about this?” He had to ask one last time, just to be sure.
“Yes, Mr. Simon. I’m sure.” She took a step back. “Our arrangement suits me as long as…”
“As long as?”