Page 35 of Unraveled

“We’ve had sex in your truck before.” She kissed me, withdrawing a hand to run her fingers through my hair.

I stifled a groan. “We weren’t in a packed parking lot, and even if you want to risk it, which I’d be game for if you really were, I’m worried you’re just using this as a distraction.”

She stiffened for a moment before giving me a hurt look. “You’renevera distraction.”

“It feels like it right now.”

“You’re not,” she insisted, but her attempts to do more had stopped, her hands resting on my shoulders.

“Then make me believe it. Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours. I saw the look in your eyes a minute ago. I already know it has to be about what happened today. Which you haven’t even filled me in on yet. I don’t want you to hide from me.”

“Really?” Irritation flared over her. “I’m sittingin your lap, practicallybeggingyou to sleep with me, and all you care about is accusing me of hiding and getting me to talk about the one thing I want toforgetright now?”

“So, Iama distraction.” My voice went flat, and I shifted her hips away from mine, but she grabbed my face, crawling back to straddle my lap before I could set her aside.

“You’renot.” She stared fiercely into my eyes. “I willnothide things from you again. Not like I used to.I swear.We fixed all of that that night. But tonight, thinking and talking about Zane is the last thing I want to do.”

“Will youeverwant to talk about it? Because I’m not a Zane erase button.”

Her brow furrowed as it raised in angered disbelief. “Did you not just hear what I said?”

I flinched, knowing I was digging my own hole. She’d been through hell today, and I was out here just making it worse. I placed my hands on her thighs in a comforting grip. “I heard you. And I don’t want to start a fight. I just…” I dropped my head back, trying to figure out what my dumbass brain wanted me to say without screwing everything up worse. “It’s just old habits, I guess.”

“What do you mean?”

Relieved to hear her voice had calmed, I sighed. “That I have to push for you to talk about things that are trigger points for you.”

“Ouch. Drive it home then.”

I looked back at her as she looked down. “I didn’t mean to–”

“No. That’s how things have been for a while now.” She sighed, folding her hands in her lap. “I see where you’re coming from, but I meant what I said, Tucker. I won’t hide things from you again. I just neededsomepart of today tonotbe about Zane and what happened. I neededyou.”

She looked up at me through her lashes, so much sadness in her expression, and I officially felt like an ass. I might be a distraction for her, because even if she couldn’t see it, I was. But it was just for tonight. She’d needed me to take her demons away and help her forget.

And I told her no.

I cupped her jaw, staring into her eyes so she’d know I meant it. “I always want to be what you need. But is having sex in this parking lot where people might see really what you want?”

Doubt crossed her features. “You might have been right about that. But I did want you.” She ducked her head against my chest and her voice muffled. “Too bad we killed the moment.”

I slipped my hands under her dress, sliding them up her thighs until my thumbs brushed the edge of her panties, and I heard her suck in a breath as I murmured in her ear. “Do you want to try to get it back?”

“Now?” She sounded unsure, but I could hear the interest in her voice.

“There are ways I can make you feel good without anyone noticing us.” I slipped my thumb under the edge of her panties, slowly brushing the edge of her folds. “Do you want me to?”

ISABEL

I quickly nodded, my body instantly responding with Tucker’s touch so near, and I shifted the way I straddled his lap to give him more access as I rested my forehead against his.

“Just press your mouth to mine if you need me to cover your cries,” he murmured against my lips, and with just those words, I was ready to combust in anticipation.

“Touch me,” I demanded, and I sensed his smile as he finally pressed his thumb to my clit. My core immediately clenched, a spasm of desire jolting through me, and I had to resist the urge to grind my hips against his hand, craving the pressure and friction. He was so slow, gentle like the night he’d first touched me again, but I didn’t want slow. I needed his power. His control. I needed him to demand the orgasm from my body with those skillful fingers until every thought and ounce of tension was driven away.

“Faster and harder,” I growled against his mouth. “I need you to wring the orgasms from my body until I collapse over you and can’t move.”

He growled, the sound tearing from deep in his chest under my hand, and like a switch was flipped, he complied.

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