Page 59 of Never Say Never

Holding eye contact, he stares at me with hungry blue eyes. “You can flirt all you want with every guy in Reed Point, but no one touches what is mine. Not even a finger. Only my hands will touch you until this pact is over. Got it?”

Tucker presses the length of his body against mine and I feel his warm breath against my forehead. The possessive grip he has on my wrist and the feel of his hard chest against my body has me melting with lust.

Standing firm, I hold his eye contact. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“I never said I was jealous.”

“But you are. Why won’t you just admit it?”

Goosebumps erupt over my skin when he sucks my earlobe into his mouth. I moan softly at the feeling, closing my eyes, my head tilting to one side, encouraging him to keep going.

“I shouldn’t have to watch another man touch what is mine,” he growls, slipping his hand up my shirt and yanking the cup of my bra below my breast before he pinches my nipple. “Admit it, rebel… you like getting a rise out of me. You can be such a brat.”

“You’re one to talk. You know exactly how to push my buttons,” I whisper as he keeps twisting the stiff peak. “Just like you’re doing now.”

My breathing is shallow. The feeling of his fingers plucking my nipple shoots straight between my legs until he suddenly stops, leaving me wanting more.

But it gets better when the same hand slips down between my legs, under the band of my tights and carefully slides my underwear to the side before pushing a finger inside of me. When I moan, he growls against my neck. “Someone likes it when I push their buttons. You’re drenched for me.”

“Maybe I do like it.”

“You love it. And damn, if that doesn’t make my dick hard.”

“Tucker—” I release a breath, as his finger moves in and out of me, before he adds a second. “That feels so good.”

“Spread your legs a little wider for me, baby. I’m going to remind you who you belong to.” I do what he says as his fingerspush deeper inside me. “Now I want you to keep your eyes closed and don’t open them until I tell you to. Understand?”

“Tuck… what if someone comes out here?”

“Trust me, rebel. Now do what I say and close your eyes.”

My eyes flutter closed as he gently slides two fingers slowly inside me, adding his thumb to my clit where I ache for him the most.

“Kiss me, Daisy,” is his next command, and with parted lips and my eyes closed, I slowly lean forward to where I think his mouth his, my breathing shallow, my lips searching for his. When I finally find them, he gently kisses me as if he’s never kissed me before.

A slow, sensual lingering kiss. It’s almost too tender like it means more than a silly pact. When he breaks the kiss, a whimper escapes me.

His fingers continue to pump inside of me, while his thumb draws tiny circles over my clit. I’m squirming and whimpering, riding a potent cocktail of multiple sensations.

Tucker Collins knows how to touch a woman.

I exhale a tiny breath when his fingers inside of me slow to a stop. “Kiss me again, rebel. Keep those pretty eyes closed.” With parted lips, and my eyes still shut, I lean forward, again seeking him out, slowly searching for what I want. My mouth opens, desperate to get a taste of him, and then I feel the tip of his tongue draw a long-wet line over the length of my bottom lip. The sensual way his tongue wets my lip, the careful way he’s taunting me with his mouth, while my eyes are closed has my body lit up. My tongue flicks at his before he kisses me again.

I gasp against his mouth when his fingers start to move again, faster this time, in a perfect rhythm. He picks up the pace, his fingers curling inside of me as I rock against his hand.

“That’s it, rebel. Fuck my fingers. Show me how desperate you are to have my cock inside of you.” His fingers find my G-spot, his thumb stroking my sensitive bundle of nerves, while he holds my mouth to his like he needs my breath to breathe.

“Now, open your eyes and keep them open until you come. If your eyes are anywhere else but on mine, I will stop.”

This is reckless. Anyone could walk by and see us, but I push those thoughts down, not giving a damn. I slowly open my eyes, riding his fingers as he pumps inside my slick center.

“My god, Tucker. You know how to make me feel so—”

I come hard on Tucker’s hand, biting my bottom lip to stop myself from screaming. An intense wave of pleasure spreads through my body leaving me lifeless as my heartbeat slows and I ride out wave after wave of my release. I cling to him as my body falls limp against the wall when he slips his fingers from me, and he wraps an arm tightly around my waist to keep me from toppling over.

Tucker’s mouth slants over mine in a bruising kiss. The hand he used to fuck me is pressed against the wall, and his other hand cups the side of my face. I can feel his erection when his hips hold mine in place, making me desperate to want to get him off too. My hand palms his length over his pants, but before I can undo the zipper, he moves it away.

“That was for you, Daisy, to remind you who you belong to. You are mine. And I don’t want you to forget it.”

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