“You’re trying not to cry right now, ain’tcha?”
Slapping his chest, I dropped my head and buried my face in his shoulder before the first tear fell, a muffled, “asshole,” falling from my lips.
I couldn’t imagine my life without Drew Tucker in it, and tomorrow I would be marrying him. Who knew that the man who’d stumbled onto my driveway, making threats and demands, would turn out to be my forever?
“Drew?”
“Yeah, darlin’.”
“Can you do that thing you do to stop me from getting emotional?”
“I’m really not in the mood for doing puzzles right now, Ayda.”
“So you’re asking me to be clearer?” I asked his chest sweetly. My eyes on the hound inked into his skin.
“You’re about to become a Tucker. Blunt and to the point is all we know. Consider this part of your training.”
I raised my eyes to meet his as my hand skimmed his abs and worked under the waistband of his gray sweats to wrap my hand around his erection. “Fuck me. Please.”
His eyes darkened, the intensity of them penetrating mine. I’d said everything I needed to say. “Yes, Ma’am,” he whispered, moving quickly to pull me closer to him so he could press his lips against mine, a whisper of a groan echoing in his throat from the feel of my palm around his dick.
I sank into the kiss; heat flooding my body and riding my veins. These were the moments when he belonged to me, when I had all of him to myself, and truth be told, I enjoyed being greedy. Tomorrow we were to be married, and I planned on making the most of today.
