“Are you sure nothing’s bothering you?”
“Tucker, I’m fine. Just nervous about finals, I guess.”
“How are things with Brandon?” he pressed.
“Great,” I said, grateful to have the focus off me. “He and Dad are trying to work on their relationship. And he’s with that girl—the one he saved from the abusive guy. I’m proud of him.”
We talked a little more about Brandon, and I slowly began to relax.
Until Tucker changed the mood with his next words.
“I’ve missed you these last few weeks,” he said.
I frowned, confused. “But I’ve been right here.”
“I know, but I want more…”
I swallowed.
Was this really happening?
Tucker stood and pulled me to my feet.
“Y-you do?” I stuttered. “But I thought for sure…”
“Having you close to me and not really having you is eating me alive, Anna.” He pulled me closer with his hand behind my head and kissed me. “I want to be more than just Garrett’s dad to you. I want to be your lover, your friend, your everything. Please say yes.”
“Yes,” I whispered against him lips and then kissed him.
He groaned and I clenched my fingers in the collar of his t-shirt to keep him where I needed him. His hand pushed my shirt up my back before going back down to dip into my pants, cupping my behind through my lace-trimmed cotton underwear. I kissed along his jawline and he groaned again when I nipped his chin.
Unable to contain himself, he ripped my shirt off and threw it aside. He then proceeded to stare at my bare flesh for so long that old insecurities reared their heads for a tiny second before he demolished them with two words. “You’re gorgeous.”
His hands kneaded my breasts and he latched onto my nipple through the fabric of my bra. I tossed my head back, enjoying the sensation.
He started slow, his head moving in time with the stroke of his tongue, making me feel each tug low in my core. He then moved to the other peak but pulled the cup down before engulfing as much of me as he could.
Fire rushed from where his mouth suckled and spread quickly. Colors burst behind my eyelids. The ends of my hair touched my back and I shivered, leaning into the warmth of Tucker’s hands.
My head rolled back to the front. When I opened my eyes, he was looking up at me, his long lashes fanning over his eyes. He pulled stronger on my nipple and I moaned. He then let it go with a wet smacking sound, only to flick his tongue in a slow circle.
Pulling his face up to mine, I pushed my tongue into his mouth. His hips jumped beneath mine and he groaned, matching my aggression.
My hands traveled down his chest, tearing at his clothing until his shirt fell to the floor. Before I could undress him any further, he lifted me and carried me to the bedroom.
When we got there, I switched our positions, getting on top of him.
Too impatient, I struggled to unzip his jeans and he had to do the honors himself. I then took over again, pushing his jeans down along with his underwear. When the task was done, I nipped his lower lip before licking it in the process.
His hips arched off the mattress.
I smiled to myself, loving the fact that I knew what movements made him tremble, and which ones made his breath shudder.
His head moved back and forth on the wall, yet his eyes were zeroed i
n on me and his hands clenched my hips.
“Oh shit,” he groaned.