Chapter Thirteen
The gods must have been smiling on Tucker, because he managed to get Abby out to the parking lot without running into his mother, Aunt Virginia, Beau, Cooper, or Betty Jo, for that matter. He wasn’t sure what he would have done if he’d run into any of them, but he had a good idea it wouldn’t be pretty.
He was that far gone.
He’d nodded to one of the waiting drivers, and he and Abby had been on their way before anyone even knew they were missing from the reception.
Now they were back in their hotel room.
Now he had her alone and… Jesus, the things he wanted to do to her. It took every ounce of self-control that he had not to push her up against the wall and bury himself inside her. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this rabid…like he was an animal losing control.
This overwhelming need to connect with Abby had snuck up on him, but now that it had him basically by the balls, he needed to keep his shit together. He had to proceed with caution. This was Abby, for Christ sake. He couldn’t f*ck this up.
Tucker tore off his tie and tossed it onto the sofa in the seating area. “Drink?” he asked casually, though inside a war raged. If she licked her bottom lip one more time he was going to go all caveman on her and carry her over to the bed. Or—he glanced at the wall to his right—he’d have her naked in less than five seconds.
“No,” she replied quickly. There went that bottom lip again.
“Can I get you any—“
“No.” Abby shook her head, those brown eyes glistening in the low light. Slowly she walked toward him, moving gracefully like a cat until she stopped a few inches away.
Suddenly on alert, Tucker couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Something had just changed, and he wasn’t even sure what it was, but this Abby was fierce. Sexy as hell.
And not to be messed with.
“I don’t want a drink. I don’t want to eat. I don’t want to make small talk or anything else for that matter.” She took a moment, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
“I want you.” It was a whisper, but man, it hit him hard and he clenched his hands into fists.
God he wanted her so much that it hurt, but something twisted inside him. Guilt? Fear? Hell, he didn’t know what it was. The only thing that he did know was that this girl meant a lot to him. And it wasn’t as if the women he’d been with had meant nothing. He wasn’t that guy…that guy who didn’t give a shit. But those women were never going to figure into his life permanently, and they’d known that.
Sure they might have hoped, but he’d been upfront. He’d been honest. He’d given and taken and it had been returned in kind.
But this here…this night that was going to happen, it meant a lot more than just sex, and that was new territory for him. Abby wasn’t only a beautiful, smart, funny lady—she was his friend. He didn’t want to hurt her, because there were boundaries…boundaries he couldn’t cross.
Not yet. Maybe never.
“Abby.” He threaded his hand into that shiny, gorgeous hair and bent close. He needed to make sure that she knew what the score was. “Are you sure that this is what you want? You and me? Doing…”
“Sex?”
Was that a smile?
He was already hot. Already horny as f*ck. Already so close to the edge and that small hint of a smile was gonna send him over.
“Tucker,” she breathed. “I want this.”
His control was slipping. Christ, was it slipping. But he wouldn’t be the guy he was if he didn’t at least try once more to make her see. If he didn’t try to make Abby understand.
“But, this…whatever this is between us…I’ve told you things, Abby. Hell, you know more about what’s going on in my head these days than my brothers do. I’m no good for someone like you and I…”
F*ck. Was he even making sense?
“You’re the kind of woman who… you deserve a lot and…”
Goddamn, but he was screwing this up. He released her and stepped back not even sure what the hell he was trying to say.
“Will you stop talking, Tucker?” she said, reaching behind her neck.
“I just,” he continued, running his fingers through his already mussed up hair, though now his eyes were riveted to the creamy skin on display as Abby slowly slid her dress down her body, over her hips until it was a mess of fabric at her feet.
“You’re not like the other women I’ve been with.” Jesus, she was standing in front of him in black panties and a matching bra. And holy hell, was that a tattoo peeking out the top of her skimpy undies?
His mouth was dry. He was pretty much done.
“I know,” she whispered taking a step toward him. She was so close now that her subtle, clean, fresh scent wafted up his nose and that set off a whole bunch of shit inside him.
Her hands were between her breasts…breasts that looked like they were a little more than a handful. Breasts that were soft-looking, so goddamn feminine. They were f*cking perfect.
She toyed with the clasp and he heard her breathing change. “Stop being a choirboy, Tucker. It doesn’t suit you.”
God, she was undoing her bra, and he was standing in front of her like an idiot. Christ, he probably had drool running from his f*cking mouth.
Tucker had maybe one second where he could have stepped back and put the brakes on. One second to just make sure that he wasn’t getting in too deep with a woman he’d only end up hurting. A woman he cared about.
But then the bra was on the floor, and she whispered, “touch me.”
Just like that, any resolve in him melted away. Touch her? Wicked thoughts filled his head. Wicked. Decadent. X-rated, porn star thoughts.
Tucker leaned forward, breath hot as it slid across her skin. He inhaled her scent, there beneath her ear, and smiled when he felt her shudder.
“I’m going to do a lot more than touch you, Abby.”
Was that a groan?
“I’m going to kiss.” He swiped his mouth across her ear lobe. “And lick.” Then slid his tongue down her neck.
That was definitely a groan.
“And suck.” She wavered on her feet and he clasped her shoulders, holding her in place as he bent even lower and took one of her nipples into his mouth. Gently he suckled, his cock hardening even more when she moaned. He gave one more tug, rolling his tongue across the tip before leaning back so he could see her.
His breaths were ragged, and he was pretty damn sure that he sounded rough.
“Open your eyes.”
Slowly her lashes lifted, and those amazing eyes stared up at him from beneath heavy lids. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and it was all he could do to keep his hands from palming them. He was hot, and it felt as if his skin didn’t fit.
He let the moment stretch thin until he knew she was ready to crack, and then he grabbed her chin so that there was no way she could look away.
“I’m so close already, Abby. So f*cking close.”
If she was shocked at his language, it didn’t show. Her lids were now half-closed and that delectable tongue rested against her bottom lip.
“Push your panties down your legs.”
His hands were on his belt buckle and then his zipper.
She stared up at him not really sure what was going on.
“Now Abby.”
There was a tone in his voice that hit, and she slid her panties down over her hips, stepping out of them as the moonlight from outside washed over her pale skin.
Jesus. H. Christ.
Hot tattoo. There low on her hip.
Lots of smooth, toned skin.
Lots of smooth, toned, and bare skin.
His zipper was down and his aching cock free when he reached for her. The wildness inside him must have shown, because something flared in her gaze. Something primitive. Primal.
Something that he needed and he needed it right now.
“I’m going to apologize,” he said as he pushed her up against the wall. One hand gripped her hair, the other on her hip. His dick was there, already nestled against her hot, moist center.
“Because this is going to be fast.”
And then he was inside her.
She whimpered, or moaned. Hell he didn’t know. He was losing it.
He stared down into her eyes, as his hand gripped her hip and with one more thrust he was buried inside her, as far as he could go.
“Tucker,” she breathed, her head rolling back, slightly.
“I’m going to f*ck you right now, Abby.” He began to move, but there was no slow build up or long, sensual strokes. There was skin on skin. Hot, moist heat that surrounded him.
And Abigail Mathews.
“I’m going to f*ck you hard and fast.”
She caught his rhythm. She met him thrust for thrust. And she made the most incredible noises. Sounds that heightened the frenzy inside him. Sounds that brought out the inner caveman in him. Shit, if he wasn’t careful, he’d hurt her.
He tugged at her mouth, increasing the speed of his thrusts. He could already feel things tightening. He could already feel her tightening and he knew that they were both close.
“But this is just f*cking, Abby,” he whispered hoarsely. “We’ve got the whole night to do it right.”
Christ he was so close.
“And I plan on making the next time last.”
She banged her head against the wall, her hands suddenly in his hair. “This whole night has been foreplay, Tucker. Amazing, hot foreplay. But with you, I’ll take a marathon over a sprint any day.”
Then her mouth was on his and seconds later he lost it. There against the wall, the two of them shattered together. He held her body, felt her orgasm as she came. Breathed in the scent of their sex.
And held her tenderly as they both slid to the floor.