Page 52 of The First Best Man

“Kate, listen to me,” he says, dropping his head back to the pillow so we’re eye to eye. “That was the most explosive, mind-blowing orgasm I’ve had in my entire life. Being with you was an out-of-body experience, and Ibarelymanaged to keep myself from railing into you with wild abandon. I only lasted, what? Three, four minutes? Talk about embarrassing.”

A giggle bursts from my lips without my permission, and Tucker’s mouth curves into a soft smile. He leans in and kisses me with soft, whisper-light touches before pulling back to meet my eyes again.

“You’re really okay?”

“Better than okay,” I whisper back.

“Good,” he sighs, closing his eyes for a moment before they pop back open. “How does a bath sound?”

“A bath sounds amazing,” I say.

Soaking in a tub sounds divine, actually. I’mdefinitely a bit sore from our…activities, and a hot bath would do wonders to relax me.

“I’ll go run one for you,” he says, kissing me again before rolling over the edge of the bed to land on his feet.

I unabashedly stare at his tight, firm ass as he walks away. Damn, how did I ever get so lucky?

He disappears into the bathroom, and I roll back onto my back and blow out a long breath. Icannotallow myself to forget the temporary nature of this relationship. No, “relationship” is the wrong word. Partnership? Arrangement?

Whatever it is, it has an expiration date that’ll be here long before I’m ready. Two days. That’s all we have, and then Tucker will be gone. Sure, I may see him again. He and Logan are best friends, so there’s little doubt Tucker will return to the island to visit at some point.

But as far as he and I are concerned, this is it. This time we have together is all we have and all we’ll ever have. And as long as I remember that, I can allow myself to scrape every ounce of pleasure I can manage out of the next two days.

I hear the water running in the bathroom, and I silently send out a prayer of thanks that Miss Ginny gave Tucker one of the rooms with an en-suite so we don’t have to sneak around in the hallway.

I refocus on the present as Tucker emerges from the bathroom and walks toward me. Rounding the bed to my side, he tosses back the covers, and before I can snatch them back over my bare body, he slides his arms underneath me and picks me up, cradling me againsthis chest. I struggle to get down, because hell, I know I’m heavy, but he only tightens his grip on me and marches back to the bathroom like I weigh nothing.

Setting me down on my feet, he leans over to turn off the water before offering me a hand. I pause for a moment, just staring at him as my mind goes a little haywire.

He expects me to take a bath while he’s in here?

I can see the challenge in his eyes, and my spine straightens the tiniest bit. Oh, he’d leave if I asked him to, but he’s daring me to allow him to stay. All while we’re both standing here as naked as the day we were born.

Holding the eye contact, I stretch a hand toward him, palm down. A huge grin breaks out across his face, and I don’t miss the pride in his eyes as he takes my hand and holds me steady while I step into the steaming hot water. As I settle in the tub, Tucker steps into the shower stall and comes back out with two bottles.

“I can wash your hair, if you’d like,” he offers, holding out the bottles of shampoo and conditioner for my inspection. “These were here when I got here, but they’re brand new.”

That makes sense, the brand and flowery scents are made more for women than for men. Miss Ginny must stock this stuff in the rooms for her guests. I lift my gaze to meet his and slowly nod. I shampooed this morning, but there’s no way I’d turn down an offer like this. Is there anything better than having someone else wash your hair for you?

I sit up and scoot forward so I can tilt my head back.Tucker grabs a plastic water pitcher from the bathroom counter and dips it into the water, filling it before pouring it over my hair. Once it’s fully saturated, he piles the wet strands on top of my head and instructs me to lean back. Then he drops to his knees beside the tub, squirts some shampoo into one palm, then sets the bottle aside before rubbing his hands together.

My eyes fall closed as he lathers my hair, and once it’s nice and sudsy, he starts massaging my scalp, and I can’t stop the deep, guttural moan that vibrates in my chest. God, this feels good.

“You keep making noises like that, and we’ll never make it through this,” Tucker teases as yet another moan slips through my lips.

“Can’t help it,” I sigh. “It feels amazing.”

“I’m eager to please,” he whispers with a husky edge to the words.

We don’t speak again as he massages my head for what feels like an eternity. He helps me sit back up, and after he rinses the shampoo from my hair, he slathers conditioner through it, making sure to fully coat the ends.

“Have you done this before?” I ask as I lay back to let the conditioner soak into the strands.

I immediately regret the question, but Tucker just chuckles as my face scrunches up with consternation. Why did I ask him that? I don’t want to hear anything about his exploits with other women.

“Forget I asked that,” I say quickly, keeping my eyes closed.

“My mother.”

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