Page 36 of The First Best Man

“Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?” I ask, only half-joking.

“What?” she asks with a smirk. “I’m being my usual cheerleader self. Besides, with a guy like J.T.? At least you’re pretty much guaranteed to find the pleasure of an orgasm during your first time, unlike some of us.”

My eyes widen comically as I joke, “Logan didn’t get you off? Has he ever?”

She shoves at my shoulder with a chuckle. “It was his first time, too. It was awkward and uncomfortable, and he only lasted about forty-five seconds. You know this.”

“I know,” I say with a grin. “I just love teasing you about it.”

“Well, practice makes perfect, don’t you know?” she says, raising her nose into the air. Then she meets my eyes again as her humor flees. “If you want J.T., try again. I don’t know why he turned you down last night, but I do know it was probably the hardest thing he’s ever done. He won’t have the strength to resist you again. Trust me.”

“I don’t know how,” I say. “I don’t know what to do.”

She pushes herself to her feet and looks down at me with a fond smile. “Just keep being yourself. And wear the red swimsuit. You look like fire in that thing.”

I roll my eyes. “Um, no. It’s a two-piece that puts all my flaws on display.”

“You don’t have any flaws, and trust me, Kate,Tuckerwon’t be able to take his eyes off you in that thing.Wear it.”

With that, she shoots me a wink and leaves the room, closing the door softly behind her. Pushing myself to my feet, I walk into my closet and pull the basket out that stores my swimsuits. My fingers rub the soft material of the red one while I debate wearing it or going with one of the others.

“Screw it,” I breathe, pulling the two-piece out and stalking back out of the closet.

Undressing quickly, I pull the suit on before studying my reflection in the full-length mirror hanging on the wall. The suit is retro, with high-waisted bottoms that add a little tummy-control. The bra-style top makes my boobs look great, but leaves a two-inch strip of bare skin visible between it and the bottoms.

I’ve never really felt comfortable in this thing, despite Penny’s kind words about me looking hot in it. I stare at myself for several long moments, trying to see the image through Tucker’s eyes. Would he really like it?

Would it…turn him on?

Just the thought has my cheeks heating, and I turn to take the damn thing back off. Then I stop, close my eyes, and blow out a harsh breath.

We’ll be in the privacy of my own backyard. Penny and Logan have seen me in this suit. And if there’s a snowball’s chance in hell that Tucker might give in to temptation and take me to bed, he’s going to see a hell of a lot more of me than this swimsuit reveals. If I feel embarrassed like this, then how will I ever strip myself bare in front of him? Or anyone else, for that matter?

No. I’m wearing it. And I’m going toownit, damn it.

Marching back into my closet, I pull out a sheer, black, kimono-style cover up and pull it on, belting it at the waist. Then I take a deep breath and leave the room.

Tucker is only on the island for four more nights. If I’m going to make him crush his resolve and take me to bed, I need to start now.Today.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Tucker

I’mglad I’m in the water when Kate walks into the backyard and peels that black cover-up from her body because I’m hard as a rock in an instant. My mouth waters as my eyes take in every inch of her in that damn red swimsuit.

She looks like a pin-up model, an inspiration for every wet dream I had as a teenager and every fantasy I still harbor to this day. God damn, what I wouldn’t give to get my hands on all that bared skin, to kiss it with my lips and taste it with my tongue.

I take a peek at the opposite end of the pool where Penny and Logan have their heads together as they speak quietly. The conversation looks tense, but at least it’s keeping them occupied so they won’t see the visceral reaction I’m having as I watch Kate smooth sunscreen onto her arms and legs.

My first instinct is to hop out and offer to get herback, but I come to my senses before making that mistake. Wet swim trunks don’t hide much, and my current predicament would be fully visible, making me look like some kind of pervert.

If Kate weren’t a virgin, I’d probably do it. Hell, if she weren’t a virgin, I’d probably pull her into the house and beg her to let me fuck her against a wall, the floor, and finally, the bed.

I shake my head to clear it, and when she looks over at me, I motion for her to come over. Smiling, she picks her way down the steps into the cool water and hands me the bottle of sunscreen before giving me her back.

I take my time rubbing the lotion in, making sure to cover every centimeter of her skin. It’s as soft and supple as the last time I did this, and just like then, I don’t want to stop. Kate doesn’t move away, rolling her head forward so I can get her neck. I massage the column as I rub in the lotion, and a quiet moan vibrates from her, making my cock even harder than it was before.

How am I supposed to make it through the day like this? Wanting her, knowing I can’t have her?

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