Page 39 of Never Say Never

“It blows my mind that we never woke them up,” I say, laughing at the memory. “We must have snuck out here 50 times, but we never got caught.”

Tuck shrugs his shoulders. “Heavy sleepers,” he says, before a mischievous smile takes over his face. Then he’s diving underthe water and swimming directly to me. I shriek when I feel his hand take hold of my foot.

“Tucker Collins—” I manage before he pulls me under with him.

We’re laughing when we both come up for air, then he’s wrapping one arm around my middle and pulling my body into his. My legs instinctively wrap around his hips while my arms snake around his neck. His free hand grips my ass to hoist me higher in his arms while my breasts press firmly into his hard pecs. We stop laughing when the hard length of his erection presses into the V of my thighs.

Arousal flares in my core at the feeling, intensifying as the tip of him bobs between my legs where I’m spread open while he treads water to keep us afloat.

“Jesus,” he growls.

Then his mouth descends on mine, lips crushing together in a searing kiss.

And it is the single hottest moment of my life.

My core pulses with need. My hands hold on tight to his neck. My mind is drunk with lust as my thighs squeeze his waist like I’ll never let him go.

The kiss is soul-deep, his mouth devouring mine. The feeling of his erection nudging my entrance with nothing between us is incredibly arousing. The energy between us feels like it’s hit a boiling point.

As his tongue glides against mine, his legs work to get us to the shallow end, and when his feet hit the bottom of the pool, he breaks the kiss, eyebrows pulled together like he’s not quite sure this is real. It feels surreal to me too.

“Tonight, you’re mine, Dais,” he growls before leaning in to kiss me again. “Unless you tell me to stop then we stop. Do you understand?”

I understand. Tucker is mine for tonight, but he’ll never be mine to keep. And if this is all I will ever get, I can be fine with that.

“I’m yours tonight, Tuck. Do whatever you want with me.”

His blues eyes turn green before his hand cups my jaw, then he presses a soft kiss to my lips. Will I ever get used to his mouth on mine? Whether it’s a quick peck or the kind of kiss that lingers, every single time Tucker kisses me, heat rushes down my spine.

He breaks the kiss and lazily floats to the edge of the pool with a smirk on his face. I stay where I am in the crystal-clear water, staring at him.

Tuck stands so I have a view of his torso, and I greedily take in his bronzed skin and his rigid muscles. “Come here, Daisy.”

I follow his command, moving closer until I’m standing in front of him. He grabs me by the hips and lifts me up onto the edge of the pool. His eyes lock on mine, pinning me in place as water drips down my body. His big hands grip my thighs, spreading me wide. My cheeks burn, hyper-aware that I’m spread open for him, and as vulnerable as it feels, I force my legs to remain that way, never breaking eye contact. Then he runs his tongue over my seam, slow and eager, and I groan, arching my back, letting my head fall back in ecstasy.

“Is this okay?” He suddenly stops. “If it’s too much, I’ll stop.”

I shake my head like he’s crazy. “Your tongue is fucking perfect. Stop and I might die.”

He chuckles at me before lowering his mouth back where I want him. “You taste so good, rebel, I could come just by eating you.”

He devours me until my legs shake. One hand pinches my nipple while he sucks on my clit and when he adds a finger inside of me, I’m seconds away from falling apart.

A moan slips from my lips as I watch him pull my hips closer to his mouth. “Keep going,” I murmur, watching him explore me with his tongue.

I hold on, as long as I can, until his finger inside of me curls, finding that sensitive spot inside of me. His tongue circles my clit, and that’s all it takes. My orgasm crashes over me in waves and I’m screaming his name. I come hard. Tucker keeps going, doesn’t stop, as pleasure rips through me until I’m sitting up and dragging his face to mine.

Our mouths take their time exploring one another as my hands cling to his shoulders. A weird emotion scratches my throat as were holding one another. This feels safe. Touching Tucker and being intimate with him feels comfortable.

“You look so hot when you come.” I kiss him and he kisses me back. “I’ve never tasted anything better.”

He kisses me again, wrapping my thighs around his waist, lifting my sated body back into the pool. One of his hands tangles in my hair while the other palms my ass, squeezing my cheek as his length pushes at my center. His lips devour me as he walks us out of the pool, his possessive hold on me lighting a fire in my soul.

He stops in front of a pool lounger and lowers me down to my tip toes, refusing to break the kiss.

Tucker pulls back suddenly, his eyes searching mine. “Still okay, Dais? I don’t want to move too fast.”

The concern etched on his face is touching. The Tucker I know has always been a little cocky, a little arrogant. I’m surprised to see a different side of him.

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