Page 96 of Just One of the Groomsmen
Sticky, humid air hit her as he pushed open the door of his truck. He readjusted his grip on her, and she wasn’t sure how he got them both out of the vehicle without them tumbling to the ground.
As far as she was concerned, the ground was as okay a spot as any, as long as more clothes came off.
Thanks to the straps of her overalls sliding down, down, down, her pants were barely hanging on, and most of that was due to the fact she had her legs wrapped around Tucker’s waist.
Flash greeted them with barking and jumping and general pay-attention-to-me tactics the second they came through the door.
“He’s gonna be relentless,” Tucker said, setting her down. “Lately he’s taken to tearing everything apart, too, so just give me one second.”
He grabbed treats and Flash’s toys and led the hyper dog onto the deck. He scratched the puppy’s ears and tummy and then tossed him a treat and stepped back into the cabin, closing the door behind him.
He looked so big and sexy, taking up all the space and the oxygen, and she’d just thoroughly groped and made out with her best friend. He’d had his hands on her breasts and she’d felt every inch of his hard body.
Weird.
Or maybe it was weird that it wasn’t weirder.
What if it waited until tomorrow to show up and it was too late to do anything about it? Apprehension rose up to poke at her now that her body wasn’t plastered to his.
He grabbed hold of one of her fallen shoulder straps and reeled her over to him. “Check-in time?” he asked, and she nodded, worried he thought it was weird and even more worried that following through would bring more weirdness—or worse, disappointment. “We don’t have to rush, and we don’t even have to do this tonight.” He cupped her cheek. “No pressure, okay?”
She nodded again, because that was all she could seem to do. “Is this weird to you?”
“‘Weird’ isn’t the word I’d use. Unbelievable. Intoxicating. Amazing—take your pick. We always have a great time together, no matter what we do, so I shouldn’t be surprised at how addictive kissing you is, butdamn.”
His gaze raked over her, fanning the still-burning embers and sending need pinging through her once again.
“Clearly I have trouble keeping my hands off you,” he said. “I got a little carried away in the bar.”
“Me too. I guess I’m really not a good girl.”
Tucker moved his thumb under her chin, using it to tip her face up as he brought his mouth down over hers.
He drew out the kiss, paying attention to her top lip and then her lower one, and then finally sliding his tongue against hers.
The world spun out of focus, everything narrowing to the feel of his lips and whiskers and his strong hands and his muscles and the way they twitched underneath her fingertips.
She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him until the necessity for air overtook everything else.
A quick sip of oxygen and she’d dive back in.
Tucker pressed his forehead to hers and sucked in a deep breath. “You make me want things I’m not sure I’m ready for.”
“I’m not sure I’m ready for them, either,” she whispered.
He brushed his mouth over hers, not kissing but leaving it there as words fell from his lips to hers. “What I do know is, if there’s anyone I want by my side when I try something crazy, it’s you.”
“So kissing me—being with me—is crazy?”
“Hell yeah,” he said, and when he reclaimed her lips, everything inside her went so crazy she couldn’t disagree.
Give her more crazy.
He backed her up against the nearest wall, his large body pinning her in place. His tongue swept inside her mouth and every other thought besides,mmm,yes, andmorefled right from her head.
She circled his wrists with her hands and peered into those familiar blue eyes. Eyes that’d been a comfort to her for so long she couldn’t remember life without them. “I’m done going slow. I want this. I want us.”
A heady smile curved his lips, sending her heart fluttering.
