Page 28 of Never Say Never

In a moment of weakness or maybe it’s pure lust, my hands cup either side of her face, taking in her pink cheeks and the heavy rise and fall of her chest.

I want her. Need her. Crave her.

And I can’t wait another second.

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Daisy

Tucker takes a step closer, our mouths now only inches apart, and I am brought straight back to the bittersweet moment that I have never quite been able to erase from my mind. The way he took my face in his hands, the way my heart rate skyrocketed when he leaned in closer. I remember what it feels like when he pressed his lips to mine and how badly I wanted it.

Tucker’s gaze falls to my lips, and I know he’s remembering that day too.

My heart is thumping so hard in my chest that it almost hurts. It’s been 10 years, but I still remember that kiss like it was yesterday. And now my entire body is trembling with an intense need to feel that way again. I am hungry to have his lips on mine, greedy to ease the ache that I haven’t been able to figure out how to ease.

Finally, Tucker’s mouth descends on mine, and I feel lightheaded. With skill, his mouth moves over mine, and he groans into the kiss. The feel of his lips is perfection. It feels right. The kiss is laced with hunger and desperation, and it’s everything I have ever wanted it to be. My hands move to hischest, where I flatten my palms over his pecs, savoring the feel of hard muscle.

Tucker is kissing me like he’s waited 10 years to kiss me again. He’s kissing me like there’s nothing in the world that makes more sense, like he couldn’t have waited another second to have his mouth on mine.

He sucks on my bottom lip before pulling back and looking at me with an intensity I’ve never seen before. It’s like he’s seeing me—reallyseeingme and what we could be— for the first time, but then his eyes darken and his mouth crashes to mine again. There’s nothing gentle about the kiss, and when his tongue sweeps over the seam of my lips asking for entry, I give it to him.

His tongue strokes against mine, over and over like he can’t get enough. His lips are soft, but his mouth is controlling, possessive. I am kissing the boy I had a crush on and the man I didn’t think I could ever have. Everything around us fades away.

I tell myself to remember every second of this kiss, every flick of his tongue, but when he backs me up against the door, I can feel his thickening erection pressing against my abdomen and my brain short circuits.He’s hard for me. For me. I made Tucker hard.

Needing more, my hands move to his hips before sliding around to the curve of his back, eventually slipping under the hem of his T-shirt. His skin feels so soft and warm, and I remember every one of those summer days when I was forced to look at Tucker in his swim shorts and wonder what his skin would feel like. Now that I know, I never want to stop touching him.

A wave of goosebumps washes over me as I remember what Tucker said to me earlier…We’re leaving after dessert, Dais. We’re making our pact official tonight, before you can back out on me.

My need for him only intensifies at the thought. My hands grip his flesh while my tongue strokes the inside of his mouth, leaving no corner untouched. The kiss is frenzied and frantic and Tucker groans, his erection trapped between our bodies as he pushes me harder against the door of his father’s office.

It feels wrong to be kissing Tucker in here of all places but there’s no way I can stop. I’ve been dreaming about this kiss for a decade.

His hand moves from my hair and then he’s massaging my breast over the cotton of my tank top. My head tips back and I feel my nipple pebble under his touch. I breathe hard, squirming my pelvis into his thigh, searching for some much-needed relief.

“Jesus, Daisy,” he growls against my neck as his hand squeezes my breast then pinches my nipple through the thin cotton of my shirt. He sucks hard on the sensitive flesh of my neck, earning him a moan and most likely leaving me a mark. The thought shoots a lightning bolt of arousal straight between my thighs. Just the thought of being marked by Tucker is a fantasy come true.

“You taste so fucking good.” He drags his nose along the column of my neck until my eyes are on his, those blue eyes searching mine for a silent beat. It’s long enough for the two of us to be brought back to the present, our hold on one another loosening as we untangle from each other and take a step apart.

Biting my lip, I can’t help the laugh that escapes me. “Your dad would lose his mind if he knew what we just did in here.”

“Worth it,” he smirks.

Bringing my hand to the spot on my neck where his lips just were. I move my fingertips over the sensitive flesh and Tucker looks at me sheepishly. “You gave me a hickey, didn’t you?”

“Maybe,” he says, smiling now.

“Tucker, what I am supposed to do now? We need to go back downstairs and finish dinner.”

His eyes trail down my neck and then over every inch of my body before he reaches to the nape of my neck and frees my hair from the elastic band, gently shaking it loose with his fingertips.

“What are you doing?”

He drags my hair over one shoulder. “I’m making sure I’m the only one in this house who knows what we just did in this room.” With that, Tucker leans forward, pressing one last soft kiss to my mouth, making me dizzy, before he unlocks the office door. “After you, rebel.”

The sound of my old nickname falling from his lips sends a million butterflies fluttering in my belly. I’m senseless over just a kiss with Tucker. He has always owned a piece of my heart. He always will. What will happen when we take it further? But that’s too much to think about right now. I need to get back to dinner before someone finds us in here.

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