Page 88 of Just One of the Groomsmen
“Take it off, Murph!”
Tucker turned and glared at Ford, who jerked back and raised his hands. “Dude, it was a joke. Murph wasn’t actually going to strip you of your shirt.”
His blood pressure slowly returned to normal—his friend hadn’t been demandingAddiestrip.
Funny how hollering for him to lose his shirt in a crowded room seemed much better.
If Addie was losing her shirt, Tucker wanted it to be at his place, himself as the only witness, where he could also kiss her until they were both gasping for air.
He peered down at her, fighting the urge to haul her against him and relive the sensation of her soft lips opening under his demanding ones.
The image of her lacy bras flickered into the mix and then he was thinking of running his hands over every inch of her, and he should definitely derail that line of thinking before it got him in trouble. Next thing he knew, he’d be accused of getting turned on by the idea of stripping for everyone.
Hell, if Addie was the one relieving him of his clothes, he might say go for it, audience be damned.
He released his grip on her, and she let out a shallow exhale. “I don’t think we have enough dollars now that he’s in such high demand,” she said.
Oh, he’d make her pay for all these jokes later.
Ten tongue lashings at least.
He reclined against the wall next to his friends. Several of Lexi’s friends were there as well, and when Brittany waved at him, Addie tensed at his side. He gave her hand a quick, subtle squeeze.
“So, are you gonna tell me whether or not the rumors are true?” Addie shot him a sidelong glance. “Are you, or are you not, practicin’ law from your boat?”
“Guilty as charged.”
“Wow. That was ridiculously easy to get you to admit. I guessIshould be a lawyer. After the past few days, I’m beyond ready for a job change, too.”
“Bad day?”
“Make that days—plural. My boss made a dress code edict on Monday. Slacks or skirts.”
Tucker leaned closer. “Is that all it takes? Making an edict? I choose skirts.”
Skirts meant easy access, and he shouldn’t think about that right now, but his thoughts were very one track tonight.
He hadn’t seen Addie in days, and it felt like months since he’d kissed those tempting lips of hers. Since he’d run his hands over her.
She lifted an eyebrow. “Funny, I remember you demanding baggy overalls.”
“And instead you’re wearing those tight, holey jeans.” The knees had gone out of them long ago, and he’d noticed the back pockets were fraying at the corners, one good tug from coming off completely.
Damn did he want to give them a tug.
Her chin hitched a notch higher. “Because I don’t take instructions.”
A loud whistle pierced the air, cutting him off before he could come up with a retort—probably for the best, considering their back and forth was only revving him up more and more.
“Everyone,” Lexi said. “Gather round so we can get started.”
Addie walked toward the center of the floor, and he couldn’t help teasing her. “Looks like you’re taking instructions pretty well to me.”
She stuck out her foot and tripped him, and he stumbled before catching himself.
Just like that, this dance practice he’d been dreading since getting the text became that much more fun.
Addie had always challenged him, but she was smart and quick-witted, and he was seeing a new, flirty side of her that he couldn’t get enough of.
