A slow, satisfied grin fell over her face as she began to move in tandem with him. She’d missed sex a lot over the last few weeks, but more than that, she’d missed the feel of him beside her in bed. Behind her. Against her. Inside her.
She missed the connection that only Tucker Simon gave her.
“You feel so fucking good,” he said close to her ear. And she arched her back, stretching her neck so that when she turned slightly, she was able to nip at him.
“So good,” he groaned, thrusting in and out.
One of his hands slid down her stomach, long fingers trailing over flesh that quivered. When he settled his hand between her legs, she was ready. Angling her legs open slightly, she held her breath when his fingers slid into her slickness, the rough pads finding her clit almost immediately.
“There she is,” he said, rubbing her in a slow, torturous motion.
“Oh, Tucker.”
She covered his hand with one of hers, pressing him into her harder as their tempo increased.
“Hold on, babe. I need this to last.”
He bit her shoulder, a gentle nip, and then kissed his way along her neck. “I need to feel you,” he whispered. “I need to love you.”
Abby closed her eyes, fighting the tears she felt pooling in the corners again. “I want you to love me,” she said softly as they moved together.
Their bodies strained into each other, and Tucker held her as if he was never letting go. His hands drove her crazy. His fingers and tongue. His mouth was everywhere. And through it all, he murmured over and over again, how much he loved her.
Tucker Simon loved Abigail Mathews with a fierceness she’d not felt before. But it was a fierceness that was to be embraced, not one to fear.
His body fit into hers perfectly. Their rhythm could have been a song.
And as Tucker made love to her that morning, so tenderly and passionately that it brought tears to her eyes, she knew that this was the true beginning for them. Tucker had finally let go of his past. They had faced the darkness and won.
Chapter Twenty-nine
“Did you cancel the rest of my appointments?”
Tucker popped his head into his assistant’s office on his way back to his own. He’d just come out of a breakfast meeting and was itching to get the hell out of there. It was the last Friday in March, and he had places to go and one woman to see.
“I did. And I’ve transferred your ticket information to your phone.”
“Thanks. I appreciate it.”
“Also, you’ve got company.”
He glanced at his office door and tried not to groan. “Who is it?”
“It’s uh…” Watching his assistant stumble over her words and blush like a freaking school girl told Tucker one thing. His visitor was a Simon.
“Which one?” he asked, trying not to laugh. She was one hundred percent professional with any of the high profile athletes who walked into the office. But when a Simon popped by? She was all kinds of flustered.
She cleared her throat. “It’s um, Beau and,” her blush intensified. “Jack.”
Ah. So her Simon crush was Jack. Interesting.
“Thanks. Why don’t you knock off early, and remember I won’t be in until Wednesday next week, so anything that’s pressing is gonna have to wait.”
Beau and Jack stood in front of his office window, gazing down at the busy streets below. They were talking, but the voices were so low Tucker couldn’t hear a thing. Both of them were dressed casual, though Beau was tanned, just back from a vacation in the Bahamas with Betty Jo.
“Nice surprise boys. I wasn’t expecting to see you.”
Both men turned around, and it was obvious that they hadn’t heard him come in.