Page 87 of Coming Home Country
Neither of us would ever be the same after tonight.
Chapter 24
Bex
“Doyouhavetimeto stay for breakfast?” Tucker asked, sitting up against the headboard. The morning sunlight streaming in from the bedroom window cut a path over his mouthwateringly bare chest. “Wasn’t sure what time your flight was.”
I crawled back into bed after having used the restroom. A sigh slipped from my lips when I tucked myself against his side, and his strong arm pulled me even closer.
My eyes fluttered shut when his hand slid down the length of my hair in slow, soothing strokes. “Breakfast sounds nice.”
“Can I drive you to the airport?” Though he tried, Tucker couldn’t stop his voice from breaking when asking that question.
“I have to return the rental.”
“Oh.” I never knew one tiny syllable could hold so much sadness.
Twisting in his hold, I wanted to look him in the eye when I said, “But I still have a few more days.”
His eyebrows shot high on his forehead. “What?”
A tiny smile teased at the corner of my lips. “Pushed my flight.”
Confusion flickered over his features as he struggled to process my change in plans. “Why—” He shook his head. “Why would you do that?”
My hand skated up his chest, coming to rest at the side of his jaw. “Isn’t it obvious?”
Those warm blue eyes widened. “For me?” It was almost as if he couldn’t believe he could be the reason for my delayed departure.
“Partly for you. Partly because I’m not ready to deal with the fallout waiting for me in Chicago.” My eye roll couldn’t be contained. Aaron wasn’t going to take getting dumped lying down—as proven by his little “I’ve been cheating” outburst—and I had a feeling I was walking into a shit storm at work.
Tucker’s lips dusted over mine. “I’ll take you any way I can get.” He let out a little huff. “Sounds pathetic, but it’s true. Would have killed me to watch you walk out that door after last night.”
Vivid flashes of the unspeakable acts we’d performed last night came to mind, and my cheeks heated automatically.
A husky chuckle sounded. “I can’t stop thinking about it either. I always knew we’d be good together, but damn. It’s a miracle we didn’t set the house on fire.”
Yeah, it was pretty hot.
Probably wouldn’t have been as electric between two fumbling virgins if we’d gotten the chance all those years ago before everything blew up. But I already knew it wouldn’t have mattered because we loved each other. We would have figured it out together as time went on.
There was no use in wasting time thinking about what-ifs since we couldn’t go back and change anything now.
It was more important that we enjoyed these next few days before I was forced to return to Chicago.
“So . . .” I dragged the word out. “Breakfast in bed”—my fingers trailed down his torso, teasing the line of dark hair set below his navel—“then stay in bed?”
Tucker’s eyes closed on a throaty moan, and I bit my lip, watching his cock come to life and tenting the sheets. What I didn’t expect was for him to circle my wrist with his fingers and pull my touch away.
I pouted, pressing kisses to his warm skin. “But I want to play.”
He cleared his throat. “Yes, well.” God, I loved how his voice grew deeper when he was turned on. “Given the pounding your pussy received over an extended period of time last night, it’s my, um, professional opinion that we let it rest, giving it time to recover.”
“Professional opinion,” I purred, my lips moving upward along the side of his neck until I reached his ear. “Is that so,Dr. Grant?”
“Fuck, woman.” Tucker’s head dropped back on a groan, and I could sense his resolve crumbling.
“Yes, you should definitely fuck the woman.” My hand slipped beneath the sheets, and his hips bucked when I began to stroke his stiff cock. I squeezed his length tighter with each pass. “You’re so hard. Isn’t that painful, baby?”
