Page 44 of Nashville Lights

One of his muscular arms loops around me. The other hand finds my slippery clit, making a little cage with his fingers, squeezing in a light rhythm, rubbing and playing ashe fucks me hard and deep. I slide into another rich, ridiculously intense orgasm that tugs strongly around his throbbing thickness, pulling his own release from him in lusty pulls, like my bodycraveshis seed and won’t relent until it gets all of it. Another flood of liquid warmth pumps into me in hot pulses, overflowing down my thighs.

“Roxie.” He growls my name like a prayer as he comes. “You make me come so fucking hard.”

I’m pretty sure there’s nothing on Earth that can compare to this. Turns out, getting thoroughly made love to by a big, lusty, well-hung country-boy-who’s-all-grown-up is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

I think we just want to make up for all the time we’ve lost, all the years that have passed, when we could have spent them doingthis.

I’m not sure I could ever get used to how good he feels.

Still inside me, he holds me in his arms. “I missed you, Tuck.”

“I missed you too.” I turn to look at his face and he kisses me slowly.

“I thought about contacting you a thousand times.”

“You did?”

“Yeah. I did.”

“You should have.” It occurs to me then that I could so easily have missed him. Something else could have come up this weekend and I could have stayed in Nashville and I never would have run into him like this. We never would have realized that we both felt like the other was the OneThat Got Away or the One That Never Quite Was. It feels like a huge misunderstanding. And it makes me never want to make the same mistake again. “I would have been so happy to hear from you, Nate.”

“Well, you’re going to be hearing from me a whole lot now, darlin’. I’m going to go make you breakfast in bed. Then we’re taking a shower. Then I have to go pick up Daisy. Then it’s up to you whether you want to hard launch at the hoedown. Since we just spent the night raw-dogging nonstop and you’re moving in with me, I figure we might as well go hard and let the relatives deal with the fallout however they want.”

I blink up at him. “I’m moving in.” It’s not quite a question and it’s not quite a declaration. I was kind of distracted when I agreed to that.

“You said so.”

“I mean, of course I want to. I’m just wondering how that will work. I probably can’t just take off and not show up for my job. They rely on me for a lot.”

“Maybe you could find some help and start delegating some of the work.”

“Yeah. I’ll have to talk it over with my brothers.”

“You let them control you too much.”

I can’t help biting back a light smile at his sudden surliness. I trace my fingers between his eyebrows, smoothing the light furrow. “Probably. But I can’t just leave them in the lurch either. Besides, you might need to do some delegatingof your own,” I say gently. “There’s no point to me moving in if you’re never here.”

His expression is hard to read, but the lightly pissed-off scowl is, more than anything else, adorable. He’s mad because he wants me here. “We’ll figure it out.” He traces my cheekbone with the back of his fingers. “I built you an office.”

“An office?”

“Yes. An office.”

“For me?”

“We never got that far on the tour because you jumped my bones before we could, but there’s a lot more I want to show you.”

“Like what?”

He tortures me by taking his time, a mysteriously smug smile on his face. “Well, there’s your private office, then there’s the sauna?—”

“You have a sauna?” I remember the exact conversation once. We were all camping down by the creek one night and we were listing off things we’d put in our dream house if we ever got rich. Travis wanted a pool. Vaughn wanted a mechanical bull in his living room. Kade wanted a five-car garage with a Harley Davidson and a bunch of other cars I can’t remember off the top of my head.

They all ended up getting everything they wanted—although Vaughn’s mechanical bull happens to be in Kade’s apartment. He somehow convinced Kade that was a good idea.

I said I wanted a sauna. “I can’t believe you remember that.”

“I remember everything, Tuck. There’s also a recording studio in the lower floor. Fully soundproof.”

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