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My throbbing dick screamed in protest, but my brain won out, and I eased off, nipping her lower lip one last time before pulling away.
“Just sleeping tonight.” I panted out the words.
Bex offered me the tiniest smile, and her fingers tangled with mine. “Okay.”
One baby step down, about a million more to go.
Chapter 17
Bex
Ipausedattheentrance to Tucker’s bedroom, suddenly nervous.
What was wrong with me? The man had literally been down on his knees for me less than an hour ago, feasting on my pussy like he was on death row and it was the last meal he’d ever eat, yet now the thought of entering his private space gave me pause?
This was so silly, but I couldn’t help but feel like once I crossed the threshold—sex or no sex—there would be no going back.
Tucker realized I hadn’t followed him inside and turned around, cocking his head. “Did you forget to tell me you turned into a vampire during the last ten years and need an invitation to come inside?”
I rolled my eyes, making a big show of stepping into the room. “That’s for the house, not the bedroom.”
He snapped his fingers. “You know what, I knew that.”
Unspoken between us was why he had that knowledge. It was because I’d forced him to watch my favorite vampire series a million times when we were dating. Even during the years of our long-distance relationship, whenhe was off at college, Tucker would call at night, and we’d sit on the phone while we both watched the same episode.
Life had been so much simpler back then. We didn’t have to worry about being manipulated by ex-wives or breaking off engagements that we shouldn’t have entered into in the first place.
Guess the saying held true. It was hard to recognize the good days when you were in them.
Those days of my youth—wrapped up in Tucker, surrounded by his love—were the best of my life. Nothing had come close since.
Until tonight.
Tonight created a bridge between the past and present. Only time would tell if it extended beyond this moment and into the future as well.
I couldn’t think about that right now. Not when Tucker was taking off his shirt.
Like a deer caught in headlights, I couldn’t look away as he fed the buttons through the loops, my mouth going dry as each inch of bronzed skin came into view.
Where did I sign up to have this doctor give me a physical? Becausedamn.
“Bex?”
“Mmm?” My eyes were glued to the muscles lining his chest and abs.
“I asked if you needed something to sleep in, but you were too busy checking me out to hear a word I said.”
When my gaze snapped up, heat rose to my cheeks at the sight of the amused smirk on his lips.
I was so busted. But could anyone blame me? Over-thirty Tucker Grant washot—the kind of hot where you knew getting too close was dangerous, but you pushed forward anyway, even at the risk of getting burned.
The only way to fight fire was with fire, so I gripped the hem of my skirt, drawing my dress over my head.
“Fuck me,” Tucker breathed out when he discovered that I wore nothing underneath.
I wasn’t sure why he was surprised. He’d stolen my panties, and my left tit had been hanging out by the time he finished going down on me. It was pretty obvious when he helped cover me up that there hadn’t been a bra to reposition.
Tossing the garment behind me, I kicked off my heels and taunted, “Pretty sure you took that off the table for tonight.”
