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Tingles gathered between my thighs, and I strained against Tucker’s hot body, right on the edge.
I just needed . . . something more.
Like he could read my mind, Tucker bit down on my shoulder, and I shattered. Brilliant lights flashed before my eyes, and my sharp cry echoed off the bedroom walls. Unending waves of bliss radiated outward from my core, and I never wanted to stop riding this high.
My orgasm was still cresting when Tucker widened his knees and reared back to loop a forearm beneath my thigh. The move spread me wide open, and he finally rolled his hips, actively engaging in our coupling.
I expected him to pound into me like he had every time we’d fucked before. Instead, he kept his thrusts measured, though each snap of his hips still packed a strong punch.
“Can’t get deep enough,” he panted. “Want to fucking live inside you.”
God, I wanted that too.
His hand stroked the sweaty hair away from my face, cupping my cheek as we held eye contact. He was pouring his love into every movement, and I felt it curl around my heart, healing those broken parts and soothing the scars. With him, I was whole again.
Tucker Grant was my one great love.
My heart beat for him. It always had, and it always would.
The emotion grew overwhelming, and I couldn’t keep it contained. “I love you,” I whispered.
Tucker’s pace faltered for a split second but then resumed. His mouth came down on mine in the sweetest kiss, even as our bodies crashed together.
When he tore his lips away, he murmured, “My love for you is endless, Bex. Even when my time on this earth is done, I won’t stop loving you.”
His beautiful words sent me careening over the cliff a second time. We clutched each other tight as he shuddered his release, coming deep inside me.
Utterly spent, I was unable to keep unconsciousness at bay as his strong arms banded around me.
My last thought before I let darkness drag me under was:What I wouldn’t give for more time.
Chapter 29
Tucker
“Tucker.”Softfingertipsbrushedacross my forehead.
With my eyes still closed, a smile formed on my lips. Bex’s morning voice was sexy as hell, and my cock reacted immediately, swelling to life, ready for an encore after last night’s performance.
I extended my arms, intent on pulling her closer. But when my hands came in contact with what felt like her fully clothed form, my eyes flew open.
Dread settled in my gut like a rock when I found her perched on the side of the mattress, her carry-on suitcase visible near the door in my periphery.
She didn’t have to say a word for me to know she was leaving.
“Bex.” Her name came out like a plea.
The room was still dim; the sun hadn’t yet fully risen, but I could make out the glassy sheen of her eyes, which were glued to a spot on the wall above my head. “My flight’s in a few hours.”
With my throat closing up, I begged, “Stay.”
She offered me a sad smile, finally daring to meet my eye. “I can’t. I’ve got things I need to take care of in Chicago. I’ve already put them off long enough.”
Okay, I could work with that.
“Are you coming back?”
Bex’s only reply was a nod.
