Page 64 of The Goal

I expect disappointment, but he simply nods. “Cool. Want to introduce me?”

The one thing I’ve learned from dating Tucker this last month is that absolutely nothing fazes this guy. He takes everything in stride, adjusting and adapting as needed. I don’t even know what he looks like when he’s annoyed.

“I should warn you—Nana’s a bit…outspoken.” That’s my tactful way of sayingrude bitch. As we head for the kitchen, I pray that my grandmother won’t be a jerk to Tucker.

She’s at the table when we walk in, flipping through an issue ofUs Weekly. “Did Ray forget his key again?” Nana asks without looking up.

“Um. No.” I shift awkwardly. “Nana, this is Tucker.”

Her head flies up. Immediately, interest fills her gaze. She studies Tucker from head to toe, so blatant in her ogling that I feel my cheeks heat up.

“Nana,” I chide.

She snaps out of it. “It’s very nice to meet you, Tucker.” She emphasizes the wordvery.

Great. My grandmother is hitting on my…well, I’m not sure what he is. But Nana’s seductive tone still isn’t cool.

“I’m Joy, Sabrina’s grandma.”

“It’s nice to meet you, ma’am.” He extends his hand for a shake, and she holds it a little too long. Long enough that he looks uncomfortable when he steps back.

“Sabrina didn’t mention she had a boyfriend.”

“We’re just friends,” I answer.

Tucker’s shoulders tense.

Aw fuck. I wasn’t trying to hurt his feelings. I simply don’t want Nana getting all nosy and asking us when the wedding is or some shit.

“I thought you were too busy for friends.” She lifts a mocking brow.

I grit my teeth. “I’m not too busy for friends. I hang out with Hope and Carin, don’t I?”

Rather than answer, she turns back to Tucker. “So, what are you twofriendsup to tonight?”

I speak before he can. “We’re going to hang out in my room for a while. Maybe watch a movie or something.”

A knowing smirk curves her lips. “All right then. Try to keep the volume down, hmmm?”

And we all know she’s not talking about the television volume.

Cheeks scorching, I drag Tucker out of the kitchen. “I’m sorry,” I say when we’re in the hall. “She can be inappropriate.”

His steady gaze finds mine. “Why would it be inappropriate for her to ask what we are to each other?”

I avert my eyes. He’s got me there.

Truth is, the reason I don’t want Nana asking questions is because I don’t have any answers. I don’t know what Tucker and I are to each other. All I know is that I miss him when he’s not around. That every time a text from him pops up on my phone, my heart soars like a cluster of heliumballoons. That when he looks at me with those heavy-lidded brown eyes, I forget my own name.

We go to my bedroom, where he sits on the edge of the bed while I close and lock the door. A couple seconds tick by. Then he pats his lap and says, “C’mere, darlin’.”

I’m on him in a heartbeat, my legs wrapped around his waist and my fingers in his hair. “I really did miss you,” I whisper, pressing my lips to his.

Kissing Tucker is like sinking into a hot bath. It makes my skin tingle and turns my limbs to jelly, surrounding me in a cocoon of heat that I never want to emerge from. His tongue drags over my lower lip before easing into my mouth. His hands are warm and solid as they slide underneath my tank top and stroke my bare hips.

Before I know it, we’re tangled together on the bed, clawing at each other’s clothes even while our mouths stay locked. Once we’re naked, my body strains against him, aching for release. Tucker is just as frantic. There’s no foreplay, no words exchanged. I grab a condom from my nightstand, toss it to him, and he puts it on without delay.

It’s the quietest sex we’ve ever had. It has to be, because Nana is right down the hall. And there’s something so hot and dirty about the silent way we fuck. He fills me completely, sliding in and out of my pulsing core in a slow, sweet pace that drives me wild.

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