Page 53 of The First Best Man

“What?”

“I’ve washed my mother’s hair many times. Not naked in a tub like this, obviously, but she has arthritis in her hands and can’t scrub her scalp the way she used to. So whenever I go home for a visit, we set up a chair at the kitchen sink, and I wash it for her.”

“Oh,” is all I can say to that.

Imagining Tucker lovingly washing his mom’s hair for her is…

Damn.I honestly didn’t think this man could get anymoreattractive, but here we are.

“Sit up so I can rinse this out,” Tucker says softly, and I follow his direction.

Tilting my head back, I enjoy the feel of the warm water sluicing down my back. Once he’s finished, Tucker squeezes the excess liquid from my long strands, then drapes the bulk of it over my shoulder. Pumping a squirt of body wash from a bottle on the ledge into his hand, he rubs his palms together before rubbing them both over my back. His movements are slow and tender, making me shiver, then he rubs harder, massaging the muscles in my upper back and shoulders.

“You keep this up, and I’m never going to let you leave this island,” I tease. “I’ll hold you captive in my attic and only let you out for times like these.”

“Promises, promises,” he sing-songs back, making me laugh.

The laughter dies, however, when his soapy hands curve over my shoulders and move down my chest, his fingertips skirting the tops of my breasts. I suck in a sharp breath, and Tucker’s hands freeze.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice so quiet, I barely hear the words.

My nipples are puckering at the mere prospect of him touching them, so I cinch my fingers around one wrist and pull his hand down until it covers the entire boob. Tucker exhales harshly, then slides the other hand down to lightly grip the other breast. His breath blows hot over the skin of my shoulder as he takes his time washing every inch of delicate skin, and I almost grunt in protest when he pulls his hands away.

He quickly maneuvers from the end to the side of the free-standing tub. After pumping some more soap into his palm, he gets back to work, carefully washing my arms and torso. He soaps up first one leg, then the other, and his eyes lock with mine as his fingers finally smooth over my inner thigh, getting so close to the spot where I need his touch the most.

His tender ministrations have me panting with need, and as he silently asks for permission, I give it by spreading my thighs a bit wider while giving him a tiny nod. He lets out a relieved breath, and I fall back against the end of the tub with a groan as his slick, soapy fingers explore my sensitive flesh.

Then his hand is gone, and my eyes pop open as he climbs to his feet in a single, swift motion. Then he’s helping me to my feet with one hand while he pulls the plug to release the water with the other. Bending his knees, he wraps his arms around my upper thighs and lifts me out of the tub, paying no mind to the water soaking the floorandhim.

I brace my hands against his shoulders to hold myself steady as Tucker draws a wet nipple into hismouth. He sucks at it ravenously as he turns and carries me back into the bedroom. I feel a brief need to protest when he lays my wet body on his bed, soaking his sheets, but the need vanishes when he pushes my thighs apart and licks the length of my seam with the flat of his tongue.

A high-pitched sound I’ve never made before keens from deep in my throat, and Tucker’s answering groan vibrates through my core. Spreading me open with gentle fingers, his tongue seduces my clit, worshipping it like a most delicate prize. Heat blooms in my core, and I lift my hips, instinctively seeking more pressure.

Tucker gets the hint and goes wild, making me shout as he devours me. A now-familiar pressure starts to build deep inside me, and I roll my hips in time with his tongue. The combination of his movements and mine drive me wild, and I end up driving my fingers into his hair and yanking it mercilessly.

He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow down or make any move that would suggest he doesn’t love everything that’s happening in this moment. He just works faster, building the desire inside me until the dam finally breaks.

I come with a shout, a hundred firecrackers exploding inside me at once. Every muscle in my body convulses at the same time, curling me upward, then I fall back as dopamine floods my system.

I yelp as Tucker runs his tongue around my over-stimulated clit one last time, and he chuckles as he climbs onto the bed to hover over me on outstretched arms.

“You’re delicious,” he murmurs, licking his lips.

“I think that was the body wash,” I quip back, and he shakes his head.

“Nope. It’s all you, and I can’t get enough.”

“Show me,” I say in a burst of self-confidence as I lift my hips to rub my core against the ridge of his erection.

“It’s not too soon?” he asks, his voice husky as I continue to rub myself against him. “You’re not sore?”

I pause my movements to think about that. I suppose I am, a little, but only in the best possible way. Tucker was so very careful with me, I barely felt any discomfort, much less pain, when we finally joined our bodies together as one. And residual soreness or no, I’m ready to do it again.

“I’m good,” I promise, rubbing against his cock one more time. “Please, Tucker.”

He kisses me before I finish speaking, and I hear the crinkle of paper as he reaches for the box of condoms still perched on the end of the bed from before. Breaking off the kiss, he pushes himself up and sits back on his ankles before ripping the wrapper off a condom.

His blue eyes are as bright as the Pacific as he says, “What the lady wants, the lady gets.”

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