Page 60 of Never Say Never

Goddamn this man, he knows how to send a shiver up my spine. Three orgasms in two hours is just asking for trouble. If I had any sense in me, I’d cut this thing off right now. But I can’t. It feels too good to be drowning in the depths of Tucker Collins.

“But what about you? You’re hard. I felt it.”

“Go back inside, Daisy.” His hands straighten my hair. “I told you this wasn’t about me.”

Without another word, I turn and walk back into the restaurant, still sated, my hand clutched to my heart.

I return to the party and do everything I can to not think about what just happened. Or how much I like the idea of beinghis.

Somewhere along the way this has become more than just friends with benefits. Somehow, I’ve developed a deep connection that is about so much more than just great sex. But what if Tucker doesn’t feel the same? I ache to know how he’s really feeling but I worry that if I force that conversation, I’ll scare him away.

It’s a risk, I decide, I’m not willing to take.

TWENTY-TWO

GOOD THING WE’VE HAD ALL THAT PRACTISE

Daisy

By the time Tucker and I get into his truck after the party at Catch 21, I’m desperate to get my hands on him. I barely made it through dinner and out to his car. Half of me wants a repeat of what happened in the locker room, and the other half wants to pump the breaks on all the mind-bending sex we’ve be having. I know I need to get him out of my system, but I’ve never been interested in being with anyone else. It has always been Tucker.

His eyes meet mine as he turns out of the parking lot, and he gives me a look that makes it clear he knows exactly how badly I want him. I feel like I’m 15 years old again and madly in love with Tucker. The more time I spend with him, the easier it is to blur the lines of our friendship. It has started to feel like Tucker and I have something real building between us, and as much as I like the feeling, I also find it confusing.

He moves his arm to the back of my seat and threads his fingers through my hair. I close my eyes and lean into the touch as he twirls a lock of my hair around one of his fingers then pulls it free. Goosebumps dot my arms. Tucker is a quick study; he has learned exactly how I like my hair played with.

“Tired?” he asks, glancing over at me again.

“A little. It’s been a big day. How ‘bout you, you must be exhausted.”

“Strangely, I’m not. I must be still running on the adrenaline from the win.” The hand that is in my hair tickles my neck.

“I’ve never been prouder of you.”

“Thanks, rebel.”

“Hey, was it just me or was your dad in a strangely good mood tonight?”

“Wasn’t just you. My mom must have read him the riot act before the game this morning.”

“You think that’s what it was? Maybe he’s coming around.”

“Maybe.” His hand slides up and down my hair feather soft. I sigh, focusing on how good it feels. How good it feels to be close to Tucker again.

“Daisy… I’m not ready to say good night. Come back to my house?”

“What about Holden?”

“We’ve been sneaking in and out of our houses since we were 12 years old. I think we’ve got this.”

I laugh, realizing he has a point. “Good thing we’ve had all that practise.”

“Good thing.”

With my grip on the door handle, I push the door open and step outside. I freeze right there when Tucker appears out of nowhere next to me, his hand replacing mine on the handle.

“What’s wrong?” I quickly ask. “Are you okay?”

“You don’t ever need to open your car door around me again.” His blue eyes cement me in place.

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