Page 32 of Finding Fate

He wasn’t sure what had come over her, but he didn’t have the strength to fight it. She had given him her assurance that she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. They could talk later.

Electricity surged through his body tenfold each time his lips met hers, each time he felt her touch. He had known he cared for her, but this, this was more. It ran deeper than he could have ever guessed.

Knowing this was no fling, his lips traced along her jaw, his hands lingering in places he knew would please her most. She squirmed with his attentions, and he moved lower, his lips trailing to her chest as his practiced fingers focused between her thighs. He worried she’d be tense, but she gasped, trembling beneath him for the few short strokes it took to bring her release. He watched her, amazed at her quick response, but never stopped his touch. She looked up at him, her gaze hungry and craving for more. Unable to resist her, he covered her body with his, skin against skin.

Any discomfort she expected to feel vanished with his touch. All she felt was pleasure rushing through her, his body working in sync with hers. His lips, his hands…neither let her go untouched until longing filled her every pore, and each time she didn’t think she could take another second of the blissful agony, she’d come undone all over again.

His heart raced, his chest full at the intensity he’d never felt with this act before. He reveled in the sensation, in her, as he felt her body react to his time and time again. Nothing compared to being with her, and he drew it out as long as he could, collapsing against her, breathless, at its eventual end.

* * *

“What was that?” Tucker asked as his senses came back to him. “That was not what I expected for your first time.”

“I like to read,” she said sheepishly. “You learn a lot.”

Tucker smirked. Apparently so.

Flushing, Isabel pulled her purple blankets over herself, her hands going to cover her face.

“No,” Tucker stopped her. “Don’t be shy. That was amazing.”

She smiled, offering for him to crawl under the covers beside her. “Is it always like that?” she asked as she settled her head against his arm.

“No, Izzy, it’s never like that.”

She flushed again, but he could tell she was pleased with his response. “So…” she began, studying some errant strands of hair she began winding around her fingers. “What does this mean for us?”

Tucker shifted to look down at her, noting her apprehension. “Does she really not know what that just meant?” he wondered. “Did it mean something else for her?”

“You know how I feel about you, Izzy,” he replied, now nervous himself. “Even without what we just did, mind-blowing by the way, I like you, and I want to be with you.”

She frowned, the familiar words striking a cord. Still focused on her hair, she asked, “Then why have you been sleeping with so many girls this summer? How do I know I’m not going to end up…forgotten the next time some other girl comes along?”

He closed his eyes for a second, hating that what he’d done made her doubt him so much. He stilled her hand, urging her eyes to his. “To your first question, because I was confused, and I was grasping at stupid, desperate straws to try to fix it. For your second question, because I would never do that to you. I really do have feelings for you, Izzy. I’ve never felt like this about anyone before, and I want to give us a shot.”

She laid there quietly for a few minutes, processing he was sure, before giving him her trademark crooked grin. “So does this mean I officially have a boyfriend now, or what?” He beamed and kissed her in response.

“We should probably go downstairs. I don’t think it would be good if Annie came home and found us lying in bed together,” Izzy said, breaking things off before they got carried away again.

Tucker groaned internally, not wanting to let her go just yet. He still couldn’t believe that they were together. “How could tonight have changed so drastically in so little time?”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he agreed reluctantly.

Isabel watched as Tucker got up, ogling as he moved about her room to find his clothes. Then he turned, catching her, and she pressed her face to her pillow.

“You’re welcome to look,” He smirked in his cocky, playful way. “It’s nothing you didn’t just touch anyway.”

“Oh, my God, Tucker!” she tossed her pillow at him. Her cheeks hot with embarrassment, he took pity on her and shut himself in the bathroom to dress. As soon as the door shut, she got up to change before he came back out.

They curled up on the couch together to watch a movie while they waited for their friends to get home. Her back to his front, Tucker marveled at the idea that she was now his. Her breathing went deep as they waited, and he knew she’d fallen asleep. Between Wesley and himself, she’d had a lot taken out of her.

It wasn’t long before he heard a car door shut and several of their friends laughing outside. “Izzy,” he gently shook her shoulder, careful to avoid the bruise he could see starting to form.

“Mmm,” she mumbled.

“Sounds like Annie’s back.”

“’Kay,” she yawned as she sat up, and he adjusted so she could lean against his shoulder as the front door opened. Annie came stumbling into the room. Jet followed and grabbed her arm to steady her when she looked like she might fall.

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