“Flattery will get you everywhere, my friend.”
He grinned and Abby’s heart turned over.
“What time is it?” Tucker asked.
“Early. Not even seven yet.” She frowned. “You probably have to head to the office?”
Tucker’s hands were on the move. “Yep. Got a meeting with a few high-profile sponsors interested in Kendrick. What do you have planned?”
It was weird. Small talk. Normal talk. Pillow talk.
“Nothing exciting. Laundry.”
“Laundry, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“What do you do other than the bar?” Tucker asked suddenly, hands firmly attached to her butt. “I don’t think I’ve ever asked you that before.” He looked puzzled. “I know you’re not at The Black Dog full time. You went to college, right?”
“Yes, for three years and then I interned at a publishing house downtown for six months.”
“Publishing. Impressive.”
“Not really,” she answered, breath catching when his hands began to massage in slow, sensual circles. “I like eating, so when my parents decided to scale back at the bar I picked up more hours and between my salary and tips I do all right. In my spare time, I…”
Damn, but he had magic in his fingers.
“What?” Tucker grinned. “What does the lovely Miss Mathews do in her spare time?”
“Sketch.” She barely got the word out. There was too much pleasure going on, and it was hard for her to think straight.
“Sketching as in drawing things?”
She nodded and waited for his reaction. Her ex had thought it was a waste of time. In his mind, making a living as an illustrator was pretty damn lean. As if being a musician was akin to winning the lottery. What an idiot.
“Interesting,” Tucker said softly, eyes hooded. “Do you sketch nudes?”
“No,” she replied, hands splayed across his chest. “But I could be persuaded.”
“Huh,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
She let him have his way with her, his mouth trailing a line of fire along her jaw and up to her mouth. He kissed her so sweetly, so thoroughly, that all those places that still ached from the last few days sprang to life.
“I’m sorry,” he said, voice still rough as he broke off the kiss. Both of them were breathing heavy at this point and the covers were now bunched at the bottom of her bed, leaving both of them naked.
“For what?” she asked when she was able to form a coherent thought.
Good god, but the man could kiss.
His hands splayed across her butt once more and heat pooled between her legs, there where his erection pressed against her.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t know that about you.”
There was a serious look in his eyes, and Abby wasn’t sure what to make of it. “It’s just sketching. It’s not a big deal.”
For a few moments, Tucker watched her, though his hands never stopped moving, a
nd when he spoke, there was that hint of rasp in his voice. The one that drove her crazy.