Page 49 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
That’s actually really sweet.
And kind of hot.
So, I do the only thing that comes to mind. I step closer, lift on tiptoe, and press my lips to his.
Thank goodness he’s bending over slightly to look me straight in the eyes, because at full height I would never be able to meet his lips.
Which makes me wonder about the height difference if I was on my knees and his cock was out?—
Then I stop thinking about anything at all because Tucker makes a low growling noise at the back of his throat, one hand comes up to take hold of my ponytail, and he completely and totally takes over the kiss.
My heart thumps, my nipples bead, and my pussy clenches.
Holy shit, this guy can kiss.
I want to do this all night.
His tongue runs over my bottom lip, then demands entrance, and thoroughly takes over my mouth.
Okay, amendment to the motion—I want him to dothatall over my body all night.
But just as I’m running my hands up the back of his neck and into his hair, he jerks back.
He doesn’t let go of my hair, but he stands, breathing hard, staring down at me.
I blink a few times.
“Fuck. We shouldn’t have done that,” he says, his voice thick.
“Why not?”
He just studies my face. Then he says, “Getting over someone by getting under someone else?”
Right. Evan. My big heartbreak.
I mean, that’s a pretty great excuse. Because this isTucker Hastings,whom I hate.
“Yeah. He kisses someone else, so I should get to kiss someone else, right?”
Tucker drags a thumb over my lower lip, his eyes on my mouth. “I should say no to being your rebound, but I’m struggling to find a reason why.” His gaze comes back to mine. “We both know what this is. We both know how we feel. You hate me. I hate you. It would only be sex, right?”
I swallow hard. But managed to nod. “Right.”
He nods slowly. “Yeah. I think I could hate fuck the hell out of you, Finley Anderson.”
That shouldnotsend waves of heat and lust coursing through me. But I want that.
I should not be vulnerable with this guy—and naked and orgasmic is about as vulnerable as you can get.
But you’re not the same girl. You’re confident and sexy and good in bed. You rocked Evan’s world last night.
Damn right. I need to show Tucker that I’m a sexy, badass siren that he can never really have.
Or something like that. I’ll admit that his kiss made my brain a little mushy. Not out loud tohim, but inside my head.
Be sassy, confident, snarky even.
“If you think you can do that without falling in love with me,” I tell him.
