Page 76 of Coming Home Country
“Then I probably shouldn’t mention that it’s a good thing I’m not wearing panties, Dr. Grant”—a visible shudder ran through his body when I addressed him professionally on a purr—“because they’d be absolutely ruined. And that if we don’t get out of here soon, I’m gonna need to sneak off to the bathroom to take the edge off.”
A cry lodged in my throat, begging to be set free, when his teeth sank into my earlobe.
It was a warning. That he wasn’t going to hold back from using pain to aid in my pleasure. But all it did was make me need more. Right fucking now.
“Tucker,” I panted.
“Bex.” He groaned my name when I clutched at his lower back, holding him in place as I shamelessly ground my hips against his hard cock. I’d never been granted the pleasure of having it inside me, and that denial made me borderline feral for it now.
Mindless with need, I rasped, “Take me home right now because I’m about two seconds away from dropping to my knees in the middle of this dancefloor.”
He sucked in a sharp breath before growling, “Over my dead body, you will.”
Breathless, I taunted, “What happened to not caring what other peoplesee, baby?”
“Goddammit, woman,” Tucker gritted out. “I was gonna take my time with you, savor each moment, but now . . . oh now, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll be walking bow-leggedtomorrow.”
My hand slid into the back pocket of his suit pants, and I relished the feel of his tight ass tensing when I gave it a firm squeeze.
Pressing my lips to the side of his neck, they curled into a smile as I spoke against his skin. “Aw, darn.”
My unapologetic tone made it clear that I was not sorry in the least for unleashing the rougher side of Tucker. The boy I knew from long ago had been so careful and considerate when performing sexual acts, but that wasn’t going to cut it tonight. No, I wanted him to leave marks on my body that matched the invisible ones imprinted on my soul.
“So . . .” I drew the word out slowly. “What’s it gonna be?”
Nothing but his harsh breathing sounded in my ear.
Okay, then.
I bent my knees, my intent clear, and that was enough to spur Tucker into action. His hands gripped my elbows, keeping me upright.
“Home. Now,” he grunted before bending in half and tossing me over his shoulder.
The world was upside down as he carried me toward where all the cars were parked. We were halfway there when a voice called out behind us, “Hair pulling it is. Mighty kind of you for clearing that up for me, Doc!”
Tucker spun around so quickly that I yelped.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account.”
The haze surrounding my brain cleared enough to place the owner of that voice. Aspen’s meemaw. Of all the people to catch Tucker carting me out of here like a caveman, it had to be her.
“Have a nice evening, you two. And remember, consent is crucial.”
“For the love of God,” Tucker muttered as he spun on his heel, hightailing it for his truck.
Hysterical laughter bubbled up from my chest.
Tucker had said to let ’em talk earlier when we’d been making out in plain sight.
We’d just given this town enough to talk about until Christmas.
Tucker’s fingers flexed on my thigh, where they’d taken up a permanent residence during the drive from the Sullivans’ ranch to his home on the opposite side of town.
The house of my dreams was sitting right before us through the windshield. The weight of what we were about to do hung heavily in the air.
We sat there for a moment in silence. When the anticipation grew so thick that it threatened to choke me, I reached for the door handle.
If he wasn’t going to make a move, then I would.
