Page 65 of Never Say Never

Time stands still.

I settle into the V of her thighs, lining up at her entrance, and with a slow thrust of my hips I slide inside her.

“Oh, Tuck,” she cries as her body stretches around my cock.

I bite my lip, squeezing my eyes shut as the pleasure zips up my spine. I sink in as deep as I can and stay there until my pelvis is touching hers and Daisy’s hips rock up into mine, encouraging me on.

“Always so wet for me. That’s my girl.” I pump my hips, changing the angle until I find the one that sparks her orgasm.

“I really want to come,” she moans, her eyes still wide open and locked on mine. Eye contact while I’m inside her is the hottest fucking thing.

“I know, baby. I’ll get you there.” My voice is strained, my finger sliding between us to her clit where I run my finger in tiny circles. Her back arches and her mouth falls open and the image alone almost sends me over the edge.

“Come for me, Dais.” My voice is strained, the hold I have on my control fading away.

Daisy loses control, clenching hard around my dick, as I continue to rock my hips into her wetness. “You were made forme,” I growl. “God, Daisy, do you feel that? It just gets better with you every time.”

She’s drenched my cock with her arousal, the sound alone something I will never forget. I pin her leg to the bed with my hand, keeping her spread wide open, until pleasure pools at the base of spine and white light steals my vision.

“Daisy.” I come on a groan, pouring inside her as her walls flutter around my cock, milking every drop of me. I tell her how perfect she feels, how perfect she is for me, how much I want her as I draw out the orgasm as long as I can, losing all control and concept of time. My heart thunders in my chest and I allow myself to fall deep into the abyss of my release, until I finally surface for air.

Heart beating, I collapse onto her chest, regaining my focus slowly as my breathing returns to normal. She whimpers as I pull out of her before I turn over to my back, taking her with me. I hold my breath, waiting for Daisy to get up and collect her clothes. To run for the door like she always has. But she cuddles into me instead. Her long hair tickling my arm, her palm flat on the center of my chest.

We have never slept in the same bed together. I have never spent the night with anyone. But I want Daisy to stay more than anything. I want to wake up to her. I want it to be Daisy who is the first person I see when I open my eyes.

Softly, I kiss the top of her head before sliding out of bed. “I’m just going to turn off the light,” I say before reaching for the corner of my duvet yanking it back. “Get in, Dais. I want you to stay.”

I hold my breath, worried this might be too good to be true. My heart is in my throat as I pray that she won’t second guess herself and find an excuse to leave.

And while I do everything in my power to will her to stay, she climbs underneath the covers and curls up with her head on my pillow.

I flick the switch on the light and climb back into bed beside her and a few minutes later, she’s asleep in my arms.

Well… fuck.

I think I fell in love today.

TWENTY-FOUR

WE BROKE ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR RULES

Daisy

I wake up the next morning with Tucker’s arm draped over me.

I am in Tucker’s bed.

For the first time, instead of making a beeline for the door, I stayed. All through the night.

My heart pounds behind my ribs when I remember last night and everything that happened. Tucker has a photo of me in his bedroom, and he has my name tattooed on his body. He said that he wants me, that he’s never stopped wanting me. The confession is enough to make my heart stop. I’ve always dreamt of hearing him say those words, but never actually believed I would.

I stay in the warmth of his arms for a stolen moment before carefully slipping out from underneath him to stand. Then I tiptoe to his ensuite bathroom, thankful that I don’t have to chance an awkward run-in with Holden.

I quietly shut the door, then run the tap until the water turns hot, splashing my face. My hair is wild, and my lips are pink and swollen from Tucker’s kisses. I look like a mess, but I don’t care. It was one of the best nights of my life. Tucker is mine.

I’m drying my face when I hear a soft knock on the door. I wrap my body in a bath towel before opening the door to see a half-awake Tucker standing there. He’s put on a pair of boxer briefs and he’s leaning against the doorframe with the sweetest grin. He’s so beautiful it hurts.

“Morning, Dais.”

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