Page 23 of Big Obsession

Dolly’s voice gets all soft and emotional. “I love you too, Ace.”

I lean over and hug my son. “Love you, Ace. See you in the morning.”

I have to practically pull Dolly from the room, and it’s not until we’re back downstairs on the couch that she breaks her silence. “He said he loved me.”

I don’t know why she seems surprised by it, but I hold her hand and try to talk to her about it. “Honey, you had to know he loves you.”

She nods and then shrugs. “I mean, I know he does, but he’s never said it, that’s all.”

The fact she has no idea how much she means to my son and to me makes me sad. She’s the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, and she doesn’t have a clue about her worth. “Come here.”

She scoots toward me until our legs are touching, but that’s not enough. I pat my lap. “Come here.”

She points at me. “I’m too big to sit on your lap.”

I pat my thigh again. “Dolly, you’re talking nonsense now. Sit on my lap, honey.”

She’s reluctant about it but does as I ask. When she’s settled her weight on me, I circle my arms around her. “Baby, I don’t know who hurt you in the past, but if I knew who it was, I’d kick their ass. You’re the most special, beautiful, generous, loving woman I’ve ever known. I wish you could see how amazing you are.”

She loops her arms around my neck and leans into me. “If you’re trying to get into my pants with your charm and compliments, you can stop now. I don’t need all that, Tucker. I want you.”

A growl escapes me before I can contain it. The fact that she wants me makes me crazy, and I pull her hips against me so she can feel my erection on her hip. “You keep talking like that, I’m not going to be able to hold back, Dolly.”

She presses herself into me. “I don’t want you to hold back.”

I toss her onto her back on the couch and then hover over her. I look into her big blue eyes and cup her face in my hands. “I want to kiss you.”

Her eyes widen. “Okay.”

I smirk at her. “Okay?”

She nods. “Yeah, I want you to kiss me. I’ve dreamt about it enough, I would like to know what the real thing feels like.”

Slowly, I lower myself and softly press my lips to hers. I intended to go slow and take my time, but our lips touching is too much for me to handle. I tilt my head, deepening the kiss, and when she gasps, I stroke my tongue along hers.

She whimpers, and I bring a hand to cup her breast. She jolts against me, arching her back, pressing her breast into my hand. “Yes,” she moans.

I need more. I grab the hem of her shirt and pull it up her body. She raises her head up and looks toward the stairs. “What if Ace comes down?”

I groan and lean my head against her chest. “Fuck.” I raise my head to look at her. “We’re not having sex tonight, Dolly.”

She raises her eyebrows. “We’re not?”

She wants to, that much is obvious, and she almost looks disappointed. “No, baby, when I take you, I want to have you in my bed all night long and not have to worry about anything else but pleasing you.”

She trembles, and I kiss her lips again. “With all that being said, would you come to my room with me?”

Her eyes widen, and I shake my head, making sure we’re clear. “I want to—I need to—touch you, and I don’t want to do it here and have little eyes see us.”

She nods her head. “Yes.”

I don’t wait a second more. I stand up and help her from the couch. I lead her down the hall and into my bedroom. As soon as we’re inside, I close and lock the door behind us. I sit down on the edge of the bed. “Take your shirt off.”

She grips her shirt in her hands, and there’s a flash of insecurity before she pulls her shoulders back and draws her shirt up her body.

She tosses it to the chair, and my mouth goes dry. “Pants,” I grunt.

She immediately undoes her pants and slowly lowers them down her thighs. When she has them past her pretty, pink-painted toes, she tosses them on the chair with her shirt.

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