I stand up, pulling her with me, and we leave everything on the blanket. The food, the containers, all of it. I'll come back for it later. Right now, all I care about is getting Marley to my bedroom before I lose what little control I have left.
We practically run down the hill, hand in hand, and when we reach the house I'm thanking every god that Boone took Emma somewhere far away.
I unlock the door and pull Marley inside, and the moment it closes behind us I'm kissing her again, backing her against the wall, my hands everywhere—her waist, her hips, her ass. She gasps into my mouth and I swallow the sound, pressing my hard cock against her so she can feel exactly what she does to me.
"Bedroom," she breathes. "Tucker, please—"
I don't need to be told twice.
Chapter 8 - Marley
I'm making the same mistake I made in the city.
The thought flashes through my mind as Tucker pulls me through the house, his hand tight around mine, his other hand already reaching for the buttons on my sweater. Getting involved with someone I shouldn't. First my boss, now a client. I'm an idiot and will probably get hurt in the process.
But I can't stop myself.
My mind is flooded with images of his broad shoulders flexing as he touches me everywhere, those work-roughened hands on my skin, that mouth doing things I've only fantasized about. My panties are damp, pussy pleading to be touched, aching in a way I haven't felt in forever.
I want the man before me to claim me. To make me scream his name shamelessly.
We stumble into his bedroom: a simple space with a large bed, dark wood furniture, nothing fancy, and the moment the door closes behind us we don't waste a single second.
Tucker pulls my sweater over my head and tosses it to the floor. I yank at his flannel shirt, buttons popping, not caring where they land. His hands are on my jeans, unzipping them, sliding them down my hips while I work on his belt buckle with shaking fingers.
His jeans hit the floor. Then mine.
We're both standing there in our underwear. Him in normal black briefs, the outline of his cock clearly visible and throbbing, and me in my old, baggy panties and faded red bra that I've had for three years.
Fuck.
I feel awful. I never expected this to happen during the day, so I didn't come prepared. I could have worn that new sexy black set I bought two weeks ago because I wanted to feel hot, the one with the lace and the little bows. But I thought I'd go home before our Italian dinner, thought I'd have time to change into something that didn't make me look like I gave up on life.
"I'm sorry," I blurt out, crossing my arms over my chest. "I don't look very good. These are just my everyday—"
Tucker shakes his head and reaches out, squeezing one of my ass cheeks hard enough to make me gasp. "You look incredible."
"But my panties are awful—"
He chuckles, a low, rough sound that goes straight to my core. "Why would I care about your panties when I'm about to take them off?"
Fuck.
He sounds like a totally different person now. The shy, jumbled Tucker who stumbled over his words on the hill is gone, replaced by someone confident and dominant. Someone who wants me and isn't afraid to show it.
And I love it.
I feel empowered by the fact that such a handsome man desires me. It's been so long since I felt wanted, since I felt pretty. Richard never looked at me the way Tucker's looking at me right now, like I'm something he needs to survive.
Tucker guides me to the bed's edge, and I sit down, my heart pounding. He kneels before me, those hazel eyes squinted with desire and starts kissing my knees.
Then he's kissing his way up my inner thighs, taking his time, and I love the pressure of his lips on my skin. Love the momentthey touch me, and when they leave, sometimes with a soft popping sound, I miss them immediately.
And then he's right there, kissing my panties, his breath hot against the fabric. He places his hands on my legs, spreading them wider, and I can feel my pussy juices trickling, wetting my panties. I probably have a wet spot right in the middle, obvious and embarrassing.
But I don't care. The only thing on my mind right now is Tucker and what he's about to do to me.
He lies me back on the bed and slowly takes off my panties, sliding them down my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. Then I'm fully naked, exposed, pussy gleaming before him.
