Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Kate
As the guests trail out in groups of two and three, I head into the kitchen to start cleaning up. The wedding is tomorrow, and the last thing Penny and Logan need to worry about is tidying the kitchen. Those two seemed to have had a great time tonight and are currently cozied up in front of the fire pit outside after saying goodbye to everyone.
My thoughts scatter when Tucker walks into the room after seeing Blaine and Sam out. He doesn’t speak, just offers me a soft smile as he gets to work, helping me pack away leftovers. Once that’s finished, he rinses the dishes before handing each piece over to me to load into the dishwasher.
Tucker turns off the faucet and dries his hands while I load some soap into the dishwasher and close the door. Pressing the button to start the machine, I freeze when I feel him step in close behind me. I inhale sharply at the feel of his hands on my hips, and my body sways backward without my permission, leaning into his chest as he presses a soft kiss to the side of my neck.
I barely manage to restrain a grunt of disappointment when he releases me and takes a small step back, and as my eyes flutter open, I see Penny and Logan’s shadowed forms outside, backlit by the dying fire.
Oh, yeah. We’re not alone. It’s not like Tucker can finish what he’s started right here, right now.
“Let’s go say goodnight to them and get out of here,” he whispers, his breath skating over the skin of my neck and sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
All I can do is nod, and Tucker holds out an arm, inviting me to precede him. I swallow thickly as we step out onto the patio. Penny and Logan rise from the chair they were sharing and turn to face us with warm smiles.
“Thanks for everything tonight,” Logan says, reaching out to shake Tucker’s hand. “You guys really made it special for us.”
“And thank you so much for helping with the whole dress tragedy,” Penny adds, pulling Tucker in for a tight hug. “You really saved the day, J.T.”
“It was my pleasure. Really,” he murmurs back as he hugs her for a second longer.
Penny pulls away with a misty smile, then turns her gaze on me. “Are you leaving, too?”
“Yeah. I’m beat,” I mutter.
Logan makes a choked sound, but when my gaze snaps to him, he’s wearing an innocent smile. I murmur a goodnight and hug him before moving to embrace Penny. She spears me with a questioning look as I lean in, and when I just shake my head, she hugs me back and whispers, “Later.”
It’s pretty obvious that, unlike Blaine, Penny hasn’t heard Miss Ginny’s gossip about my not-so-successful attempt to sneak out of the Errant Heart unnoticed. I stifle a groan. I should’ve made a point to get her alone and tell her. She’s going to be pissed if she hears it from someone else. When she hears it from someone else.
Regardless, now is not the time, so with a final goodbye, Tucker and I leave them to enjoy their final night before becoming husband and wife. I’d originally offered to have Penny over at my place tonight, but now? Now, I’m glad they decided to buck tradition and not spend the night apart.
Anticipation floods my system as Tucker’s hand presses against the small of my back, gently guiding me out of the house and toward my golf cart in the driveway. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly as we separate to climb in on either side of the vehicle.
“It’s a beautiful evening, don’t you think?” he muses as I pull the cart out onto the road.
“Gorgeous,” I reply, my nerves sparking with fire beneath my skin.
“I hope tomorrow is just as nice,” he says, leaning back and closing his eyes like he hasn’t a care in the world.
“I’m sure it will be.”
We fall silent after that, and while I’m filled with nervous tension, Tucker looks like the epitome of careless relaxation. Maybe I read this wrong. Does he expect me to take him back to the B&B? I know we had a moment in the bathroom, a moment where he made it explicitly clear that he didn’t want to spend the rest of this weekend without me, but has he changed his mind?
“Kate.”
“Yeah?” I chirp, the sound of his voice jerking me out of my chaotic thoughts.
“You’re thinking too much. When we get to your place, I’m going to make you come so many times, you won’t be able to think, at all.”
I inhale sharply, my head snapping in his direction, but he’s not looking at me. He’s still kicked back with his eyes closed, a serene smile on his lips. I turn my eyes back to the road and let out a breath.
Okay, then. I guess that answers my questions.
We remain silent for the rest of the short trip. When I pull the cart to a stop in my driveway, Tucker slides out and meets me on my side. Taking my hand in his, he leads me up to my front door, releasing my hand so I can dig out my keys and unlock it. Sliding between me and the door, Tucker opens it and waits for me to step inside before following and closing it behind us.
My bag hits the floor as his fingers curl around my wrist, tugging me backward. Before I can blink, my back is against the door and Tucker’s mouth is sealed to mine, his tongue driving between my parted lips. My hands automatically move to his hair, my fingers fisting the strands as I kiss him back.
I feel his fingertips lightly brush the skin of my bare thigh beneath the hem of my dress, and I widen my stance slightly in invitation. Tucker moans into our kiss as his hand glides up my leg, then moans again when his fingers brush over the damp fabric of my underwear.
The touch disappears far too soon, but before I can complain, he’s gripping the backs of my thighs and lifting me. My legs wrap around him as his hands find my ass, kneading it roughly as he spins and carries me away from the door. Without breaking off our kiss, he takes me to my bedroom where he sets me back on my feet near the end of the bed.
Taking a small step back, he watches me with heat-filled eyes, saying, “Take off your clothes. Slowly.”
I feel my cheeks heat as I nod and reach down to grip the hem of my dress. I’m breathing hard through parted lips as my mind races with a myriad of crazy thoughts. Is he expecting some kind of striptease? Should I dance and hum a few bars of burlesque music?
“Kate, please.”
The anguish in his tone and the heat in his eyes calm me. Steeling my spine, I slowly pull the material upward, letting my fingertips trail along my skin as I go. The way Tucker is panting for oxygen combined with the tickle of my own soft touch sends shivers coursing through me as heat pools in my core. By the time I get the dress off and drop it to the floor beside me, I’m panting just as hard as he is.
He bites his lip as his gaze drops to my breasts, eagerness shining in their bright blue depths as he waits for me to reveal them to him. The bra I’m wearing has a front-closure, and feeling a bit brazen, I grip my breasts and grind my palms over my nipples as my fingers undo the little hook between them .
Tucker’s breath shudders out of him as I spread the two sides apart and drop my hands to my sides. Shrugging slowly, I work the straps off my shoulders until the garment drops to the floor.
I feel like I should be embarrassed, or at the very least, shy , but the man before me is so obviously worked up by my little performance, it’s impossible to feel anything less than powerful. Lifting my hands, I run them down my sides, sliding my fingers beneath the waist of my underwear.
But that’s as far as I get.
With a low growl, Tucker lunges for me. Kissing me, he backs me up until my thighs hit the mattress. He keeps coming, guiding me onto my back before kissing a trail down my neck to my chest. My head tilts back, my mouth falling open as he sucks at one nipple. He hums with pleasure, and the vibrations shoot straight to my core.
His hands yank down my underwear as he moves his lips to the other breast, worshiping it in the same way. I shiver when his mouth disappears, the cool air making my wet nipples even harder. He straightens and steps back to finish pulling my underwear off, then pushes my knees wide before leaning in to lick a hot, teasing path along my slit.
“Oh, God,” I breathe, bucking my hips when his tongue flicks against my clit.
The touch vanishes, and my eyes pop open and my mouth snaps closed. I lift my head to search for Tucker, and I find him on the side of the bed, hurriedly stripping out of his clothes. I lick my lips as he bares his strong chest and muscled abs, then again when he shucks his pants, revealing the bold outline of his erection beneath black boxer briefs.
I scoot over as he crawls onto the bed, anxious for him to pull me back into his arms. I freeze, though, when he stretches out onto his back and casts a heated glance in my direction.
“Kate, come sit on my face.”
And what do I do? Only the sexiest thing in all of sexy land.
I choke on my own spit.
Tucker doesn’t move or speak as I cough to clear my trachea, nor does his expression change. He’s freaking serious.
“I cannot sit on your face, Tucker.”
“Yes, you can. Just climb on and hold onto the top of the headboard for balance,” he says firmly.
I stare at him with wide, incredulous eyes, and he just stares back with that same determined look. He’s not going to try to force the issue. He’s just telling me what he wants and letting me decide if I want it, too.
Do I? Want it, that is?
My body temperature rises a few more notches as I imagine doing what he says, but the desire doesn’t negate the fear.
“Won’t I…like…suffocate you? How will you breathe?”
“Let me worry about my breathing, Kate. I’ll be fine, but not if you don’t get up here and fuck my mouth.”
Holy shit. Why was that so hot? The words. The rumble in his chest as he spoke them. The desperation edging his tone.
I realize I’m gasping for oxygen, my heart pounding out a staccato rhythm as I fight an internal battle. Do I want to do it? Yes .
What am I afraid of? He’s seen me naked multiple times. He’s picked me up. He knows how curvy and soft I am. How heavy. He knows every inch of me, and he desperately wants this.
Moving before I can change my mind, I roll onto all fours and crawl up the bed. Tucker makes a relieved sound as I raise up to grab the headboard, then grips my hips to steady me as I move my right knee over his head.
Once I’m in position, I tighten my thigh muscles, intent on hovering just above his mouth. An impatient noise rumbles out of him as his hands curl up over my thighs, and I yelp as he jerks me down, pulling me flush against his face as his tongue drives into me.
“Oh, my God.”
The words burst out of me like cannon fire as lava floods my veins. The last traces of hesitancy flow out of me as the heat seeps out of my pores, and I roll my hips, driving his tongue deeper. My entire body sways as I ride his mouth, and I tilt my head back, my eyes closed as if in silent exaltation.
Has anything in the history of mankind ever felt this good?
Tucker’s grip on my thighs tightens as he shifts my position slightly. He focuses his efforts on my clit, and taking on a mind of its own, my pelvis starts to rock back and forth. I grind down on his lips and tongue as I move to a beat only I can hear, my breathing ragged and rough as pleasure spirals through me .
“Oh, God. So good,” I chant, a buzzing growing in my veins as my muscles start to tense. “I’m so close.”
Tucker must hear the murmured words, because he multiplies his efforts, his tongue working faster and faster. My own movements turn erratic, my words degenerating into barbaric grunts and groans as I chase my release.
There’s a sudden, intense pressure as Tucker curls his lips around my clit and sucks, hard. I scream as an orgasm explodes inside me. My entire body bucks and convulses while I go a bit dizzy, and Tucker’s lips release my clit so he can flick his tongue against it, shooting off a wave of aftershocks.
He doesn’t relent until I’m sagging against the headboard with exhaustion. His grip on my thighs slowly loosens, and I snap back to reality, realizing I probably am suffocating him at this point. Finding the last vestiges of my strength, I lift myself up, and he licks at me playfully as I pull away. I yelp, my poor clit over-sensitized after that apocalyptic orgasm, and Tucker chuckles as he grips my hips to help me roll off him with at least some tiny modicum of grace.
I’m sitting on my pillow, probably soaking it with my own juices, my back braced against the headboard as I try to catch my breath. Tucker rolls onto his side, licking his lips thoroughly before pressing a light kiss to my thigh.
“Good, right?” he asks.
“No, it was terrible,” I say, making him laugh.
“Maybe we should try it again, then,” he purrs. “Practice makes perfect, right?”
I squeal as he grabs me and makes to pull me back onto his face. He doesn’t fight me when I scooch down to straddle his hips, instead, and his eyes fall closed as the ridge of his erection nestles against my hot, dripping center with just his underwear separating us.
The humor between us flees as I grind down against his hardness, heat spiking in my blood once more. I’m never going to get enough of this.
Enough of Tucker .
I go still at the thought. Shit. I can’t think stuff like that.
This has to be enough. This, right here, is all I get.
“Stop thinking,” he mutters, rolling us over until I’m on my back and he’s hovering over me. “Don’t worry about tomorrow.”
“Live in the moment,” I murmur back while he grinds his hard cock against my clit.
“Live in the moment,” he repeats, then kisses my lips.
My worries flee under the assault, and I don’t think again as he makes love to me, pouring all of his passion into the act while making sure it’s a night I’ll never forget. Not until I’m drifting off to sleep in his arms does my mind start to work again, leaving me with one final train of thought––
I’ll never have this with anyone else. This connection. This pure bliss. I’m glad I got to experience it at least once. No regrets.