Absolutely perfect day.
That’s what it is.
Not because it is flashy.Because it is easy.Because from the first mile to the last laugh, having her here with me felt natural in a way that should probably scare me more than it does.
Instead it settles me.Like I’ve been riding with noise in my head for years and only now figured out what quiet is supposed to feel like.
Lucy’s eyes flick down to my mouth, then back up.I feel it all the way in my chest.I touch her jaw lightly with the backs of my fingers.
“You tired?”
“A little.”
“You should sleep.”
She smiles against my hand.“There you go again.”
“Yeah.”
I lean down and kiss her.Slow.Warm.Nothing rushed.
The kind of kiss that belongs to the end of a good day and the beginning of something bigger if we don’t screw it up.
When I pull back, she rests her forehead briefly against my chest.And in that small, ordinary contact, I know one thing as clearly as I’ve ever known anything in my life.
This woman could become home.
And that’s the most dangerous, best thing that’s ever happened to me.
SEVENTEEN
LUCY
“You’re quiet,” he murmurs, stepping closer.His thumb hooked under the hem of my tank top, just barely grazing the waistband of my jeans.“That a good quiet or a bad quiet?”
I swallow deep knowing what my body is craving.The air between us has shifted, thickened, like the moment before a storm breaks.I can see the pulse in his neck, steady and strong.I can still smell the leather and gasoline that clings to him, the faintest hint of whiskey beneath it from the last call where the brother’s all took a shot together for luck.“Good,” I whisper, my voice coming out softer than I meant it to.“Just thinking.”
“Dangerous habit.”His other hand comes up, fingers brushing a strand of hair off my shoulder, his knuckles skimming the side of my neck.The touch is light, but it sends a shiver down my spine, making my nipples tightening under the thin fabric of her top.“What’s got you so deep in that head of yours, baby?”
“Just today,” she admits.“Your brothers.The way they take care of each other and everyone around them, it’s kind and comfortable.They treated me, a stranger, like I mattered.”
“Treated you like you were mine, baby?”His lips quirk, but his eyes darken, seriously so.“That’s ‘cause you are.And they know it.So embrace it baby, this is my world and now yours too.”
The words hit me like a physical thing causing my breath to hitch.The idea of being his turns me on more than I have ever been in my life.
Before I can respond, his hand slides up to cup the back of my neck, his thumb pressing just under my jaw, tilting my face up.His mouth crashes down on mine, hot and demanding, his tongue pushing past my lips like he owns them and no barrier will stand in his way.I gasp, my hands flying to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.He tastes like smoke and mint, the stubble on his jaw scraping against my skin as he angles my head just right, deepening the kiss until I am dizzy with it.
A low growl vibrates in his chest when I melt against him, my body arching into his like I was made to fit right here.His free hand slides down to grip my ass, hauling me up against the hard ridge of his cock through his jeans.“Fuck, Lucy,” he groans against my lips.“You’ve been driving me crazy all damn day, lookin’ at me with those eyes, laughin’ at my stupid jokes like I’m funny.”His teeth nipp at my bottom lip, sharp enough to make me whimper.“Like you actually give a shit what I have to say.”
“I do,” I breath deep.“I want you,” I pant.“Tucker, I want this.”I finally admit to us both.
“Baby,” he pants.
My jeans hit the floor before I can blink, my panties right after, cool air hitting tickling my bare skin.Tucker’s calloused fingers slide up my thighs, rough and sure, parting my folds with a groan.“So fuckin’ wet for me already,” he mutters, his breath hot against my ear.“Ready for me.”Two fingers sink into me without warning, curling up to hit that spot inside that make me see stars.I cry out, nails digging into his shoulders, my body clenching around him.
“That’s it,” he rumbles, his thumb finding my clit, circling it in slow, maddening strokes.“Take what I give you.”His mouth crashes back onto my own, swallowing my moans as he fingers me harder, his free hand tangling in my hair, holding me still as I get lost in his kiss.
I can feel his cock, thick and heavy against my stomach, the denim of his jeans rough against my skin.I want it.Want him, all of him.I want to be claimed.
