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She was naked and underneath him, and it felt amazing and full of possibilities, and as he’d said, itdidfeel right.
She completely let go, crying his name as she let the incredible sensations she’d never experienced so strongly before wash through her, and he followed right after.
They’d crossed a huge line, but instead of it feeling like the end of anything, it felt like the beginning to something even more amazing.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Tucker curled Addie onto his chest and ran his fingers up and down the line of her spine, basking in the glow of having her warm, naked body pressed against him and her smooth skin under his fingertips.
It’d taken him longer than usual to catch his breath, and he still wasn’t sure he’d totally caught it.
“You good?” he asked, knowing she’d feel better with a check-in.
Her eyelids drifted halfway closed as she smiled and sank her teeth into her lower lip, and he felt a hundred feet tall. “I’m amazing. You?”
“Also amazing. I do have to call you out on something, though. You lied.”
She lifted her head off his shoulder, her forehead crinkle in full effect. “Okay, I think your ratty old baseball hat is sexy as hell on you, even though I maintain the Saints logo needs to go.”
“And I’ll be fantasizing about you wearing those damn overalls, although I won’t bother with the shirt underneath. But I wasn’t referring to that. I’m talking about when you said you weren’t good at sex. You’re really fucking good at it.”
A blush crept across her cheeks, and she brought her hand to her mouth. “Yeah?”
“Hell yeah. Now that’s not to say I couldn’t use more demonstrations on how good you are at it. Just to, you know, make sure I can fully attest to it.”
“Oh? Are you gonna be my witness in court?”
“If it means bragging about tonight? For sure.”
She laughed. “I think you’re crazy. We both might be crazy.”
“And after sex that good, we should be.”
He dragged his hand down her back again. He was never going to get enough of touching her.
He guided her mouth to his because he was never going to get enough of that, either.
A canine whimper carried through the silence, followed by scratching at the door. “Looks like Flash’s patience for our alone time is up.”
Addie sat up, her hair mussed, holding the sheet over her breasts. “I still can’t believe you named your dog after one of my most embarrassing moments.”
“Can’t say as I’m sorry, considering it was one of my top five moments.” He tugged on the sheet, getting another peek, since he’d been in too much of a hurry earlier to get his fill. “A few minutes ago is number one, in case you’re wondering.”
She tugged the sheet back up. “What’s number two?”
“Flash pulling down your shirt. Three would be movin’ back to Uncertainty and seeing your legs sticking out from underneath that truck—totally countin’ that as one amazing day—and four would be passing the bar.”
“And five?”
“Not sure. Probably the other night on my boat.”
“I think you’re buttering me up.”
“No, but I like where your head’s at. Some people go for whipped cream and chocolate, but if you like butter, I’ll do whatever kinky thing you like.”
Addie rolled her eyes, but she was also fighting back a smile.
As if he sensed whatever was going on might leave him outside for even longer, Flash renewed his pawing and whimpering, putting more volume behind it, and Tucker reluctantly forced himself out of bed.
