Page 69 of The First Best Man

Penny pulls away with a misty smile, then turns her gaze on me. “Are you leaving, too?”

“Yeah. I’m beat,” I mutter.

Logan makes a choked sound, but when my gaze snaps to him, he’s wearing an innocent smile. I murmura goodnight and hug him before moving to embrace Penny. She spears me with a questioning look as I lean in, and when I just shake my head, she hugs me back and whispers, “Later.”

It’s pretty obvious that, unlike Blaine, Penny hasn’t heard Miss Ginny’s gossip about my not-so-successful attempt to sneak out of the Errant Heart unnoticed. I stifle a groan. I should’ve made a point to get her alone and tell her. She’s going to be pissed if she hears it from someone else.Whenshe hears it from someone else.

Regardless, now is not the time, so with a final goodbye, Tucker and I leave them to enjoy their final night before becoming husband and wife. I’d originally offered to have Penny over at my place tonight, but now? Now, I’m glad they decided to buck tradition and not spend the night apart.

Anticipation floods my system as Tucker’s hand presses against the small of my back, gently guiding me out of the house and toward my golf cart in the driveway. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly as we separate to climb in on either side of the vehicle.

“It’s a beautiful evening, don’t you think?” he muses as I pull the cart out onto the road.

“Gorgeous,” I reply, my nerves sparking with fire beneath my skin.

“I hope tomorrow is just as nice,” he says, leaning back and closing his eyes like he hasn’t a care in the world.

“I’m sure it will be.”

We fall silent after that, and while I’m filled with nervous tension, Tucker looks like the epitome of careless relaxation. Maybe I read this wrong. Does he expectme to take him back to the B&B? I know we had a moment in the bathroom, a moment where he made it explicitly clear that he didn’t want to spend the rest of this weekend without me, but has he changed his mind?

“Kate.”

“Yeah?” I chirp, the sound of his voice jerking me out of my chaotic thoughts.

“You’re thinking too much. When we get to your place, I’m going to make you come so many times, you won’t be able to think, at all.”

I inhale sharply, my head snapping in his direction, but he’s not looking at me. He’s still kicked back with his eyes closed, a serene smile on his lips. I turn my eyes back to the road and let out a breath.

Okay, then. I guess that answers my questions.

We remain silent for the rest of the short trip. When I pull the cart to a stop in my driveway, Tucker slides out and meets me on my side. Taking my hand in his, he leads me up to my front door, releasing my hand so I can dig out my keys and unlock it. Sliding between me and the door, Tucker opens it and waits for me to step inside before following and closing it behind us.

My bag hits the floor as his fingers curl around my wrist, tugging me backward. Before I can blink, my back is against the door and Tucker’s mouth is sealed to mine, his tongue driving between my parted lips. My hands automatically move to his hair, my fingers fisting the strands as I kiss him back.

I feel his fingertips lightly brush the skin of my bare thigh beneath the hem of my dress, and I widen my stance slightly in invitation. Tucker moans into our kissas his hand glides up my leg, then moans again when his fingers brush over the damp fabric of my underwear.

The touch disappears far too soon, but before I can complain, he’s gripping the backs of my thighs and lifting me. My legs wrap around him as his hands find my ass, kneading it roughly as he spins and carries me away from the door. Without breaking off our kiss, he takes me to my bedroom where he sets me back on my feet near the end of the bed.

Taking a small step back, he watches me with heat-filled eyes, saying, “Take off your clothes. Slowly.”

I feel my cheeks heat as I nod and reach down to grip the hem of my dress. I’m breathing hard through parted lips as my mind races with a myriad of crazy thoughts. Is he expecting some kind of striptease? Should I dance and hum a few bars of burlesque music?

“Kate, please.”

The anguish in his tone and the heat in his eyes calm me. Steeling my spine, I slowly pull the material upward, letting my fingertips trail along my skin as I go. The way Tucker is panting for oxygen combined with the tickle of my own soft touch sends shivers coursing through me as heat pools in my core. By the time I get the dress off and drop it to the floor beside me, I’m panting just as hard as he is.

He bites his lip as his gaze drops to my breasts, eagerness shining in their bright blue depths as he waits for me to reveal them to him. The bra I’m wearing has a front-closure, and feeling a bit brazen, I grip my breasts and grind my palms over my nipples as my fingers undo the little hook between them.

Tucker’s breath shudders out of him as I spread the two sides apart and drop my hands to my sides. Shrugging slowly, I work the straps off my shoulders until the garment drops to the floor.

I feel like I should be embarrassed, or at the very least,shy, but the man before me is so obviously worked up by my little performance, it’s impossible to feel anything less than powerful. Lifting my hands, I run them down my sides, sliding my fingers beneath the waist of my underwear.

But that’s as far as I get.

With a low growl, Tucker lunges for me. Kissing me, he backs me up until my thighs hit the mattress. He keeps coming, guiding me onto my back before kissing a trail down my neck to my chest. My head tilts back, my mouth falling open as he sucks at one nipple. He hums with pleasure, and the vibrations shoot straight to my core.

His hands yank down my underwear as he moves his lips to the other breast, worshiping it in the same way. I shiver when his mouth disappears, the cool air making my wet nipples even harder. He straightens and steps back to finish pulling my underwear off, then pushes my knees wide before leaning in to lick a hot, teasing path along my slit.

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