Page 90 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
My sisters are working at Raw tonight, so Tucker and I have the house to ourselves for a few hours. Butnotall night.
That’s very important.
Tucker cannotspend the night. That’s too much. That’s too risky.
That’s why I brought him here instead of going to his place.
I donotwant to cuddle all night with Tucker Fucking Hastings.
Okay, I do want to, but I can’t do that, so I’m kicking his gorgeous ass out of here the minute after he’s given me an orgasm.
Or three.
“Jesus, here, let me.” He takes the keys from my hands after I try twice, and fail, to unlock the door. From behind me, he reaches both arms around my body—which serves to press his big, hot, hard body against mine and makes me take a big, deep breath of how good he smells—and unlocks the door with a steady determination that both impresses me and pisses me off.
He’s not excited? What, this is just like any other Friday night for him?
Probably.
I frown and turn in his arms. “I don’t really appreciate you?—”
He pushes the door open behind me. “I know, Finley. I know.” Then he nudges me across the threshold.
I stumble back, but his big hands are on my hips in an instant, keeping me from falling.
I grip the front of his shirt, and he steps into the house with me, practically on top of me.
“You know what?” I ask.
He kicks the door shut. “That you don’t appreciate me doing things for you, taking over, being in your space.” He walks me backward until my shoulder blades and ass hit the opposite wall.“Except that you’re a beautiful fucking liar. You do like when I take over and when I’m in your space.”
“I really don?—”
“Stop sassing me, Finley.”
I blink up at him. His eyes are hot. His whole body is hot. He moves his hands from my hips to the wall on either side of my head, caging me in.
I swallow hard.
“I get it,” he goes on. “You had the car ride over here to get these walls up again. To remember that you’re a badass. But, just stop thinking you have to be tough for one damned minute,” he says gruffly. He leans in, putting his nose against my temple and breathing in. “Just be here, in this moment with me. Just soak in the fact that I want you so fucking much, that we are going to be so fucking good together, and that you don’t need to have your defenses up.” He presses a kiss to my temple, then drags his mouth down to my ear. “I promise to take care of you. I promise I’m going to be good to you. Let me in.”
Oh. Fuck.
Vulnerable. I’m so damned vulnerable right now.
But I want this. Him.
I want to be soft with him. For him.
I want to see what Tucker Hastings will do if I let him in.
That is scary as hell.
I squeeze my eyes shut, pray quickly that I’m not about to make a big,bigmistake, and say, “Okay.”
His breath rushes out as if he were holding it, and he’s incredibly relieved right now.
Then his hands are on my face, cupping my cheeks, tipping my head back, and he’s staring into my eyes. “I’m going to?—”
