Oh. God. I’d missed him so much. My arms wrapped around his neck as I held on for dear life. The way he explored my mouth and nipped at my lower lip had me grinding myself into his hard-on.
His hand moved down my back and under my ass, pulling me even closer to him, causing me to gasp with the feel of his cock pressed against me.
He pulled his lips from my mouth. “Fucking hell, Charlie. You’re not wearing anything.”
I smiled and chewed on my lip, feigning innocence. “Easier access,” I whispered before he crashed his mouth back to mine.
The knock on the door caused me to jump, and Tucker quickly stepped away from me. Both of us breathed as though we had just run a race. He looked down at his hitched-up T-shirt that showed I had nothing else on. I quickly pulled it down.
“Jesus,” Tucker whispered as he scrubbed his hands down his face. The way we both got so lost in each other scared me, and I knew if he had known I wasn’t wearing panties sooner, he’d have been inside me.
The door opened and we both turned to see who was walking in.
My mouth fell open when a beautiful red-haired woman appeared. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw us. She looked familiar, and I tried to remember where I’d seen her.
“Hey,” was all she said.
I instantly fiddled with the T-shirt to make sure I was covered up as much as I could be, considering the few garments I wore.
“Gina. You’re late,” Tucker said with an edge to his voice that hinted at anger.
My heart dropped. Who is Gina?
“What happened?” She gasped as she made her way over to me. “Oh my gosh. Tucker, run upstairs and get some gauze and antiseptic from the half bath.”
Okay, who is this person? Why is she in Tucker’s house and how in the hell does she know he has gauze and antiseptic in the half bath?
That warm, fuzzy feeling was now gone as my libido got doused with ice water. If that wasn’t enough, the nausea came back when I looked at the blood.
Tucker cleared his throat and said, “Perfect timing.”
My head jerked over to him. What? How could he say that after what happened between us? There was no way he could deny the connection we still had.
My eyes widened in horror. What if she was … oh, no. Oh. Dear. God.
“Um, I’m okay,” I sputtered out. The realization I had no panties on and this woman had her face near my vagina did not sit well with me.
“No, you have two nasty cuts on your knees. What in the world happened?” the redhead asked. When I looked back up to Tucker, he was gone.
“I, ah … I tripped over the barstools.”
She chuckled. “Tucker told me you were a bit of a klutz.” Snarling my lip, I stared at her head while she tried to dab the blood off my knees.
Anger raced through my blood. “And who exactly are you?” I asked. The unfriendly nature of my tone surprised me.
Glancing up, her eyes turned evil. “I’m Tucker’s girlfriend.”
Whoosh.
All the air from the room vanished.
My head spun as I lifted my fingers to my tingling lips.
Tucker came racing back into the kitchen and handed the gauze and spray to Gina. He ran his hand through his hair. “Let me check to see if your clothes are dry.”
I jumped when she sprayed my knees. “Shit! Fuck! Damn! That h
urts like a motherf ’er.”