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How could I possibly call into question her sanity when I knew just as quickly that Tucker was the one I was meant to marry?
“That leap of faith has brought us nine years of marriage and three kids. There are days we have to work harder at it than others, but the bottom line is I’d rather fight through those tough days than give up. The thought of life without him is unimaginable.
“You know what it’s like to live without Tucker. Is that what you want for the rest of your life? Or is it worth the risk of trying again to see if, this time, you can get that happy ending you always pictured? Even if a decade later than you originally planned.
“As far as I can tell, there hasn’t been anyone else for him since he came home. He’s just been sitting here, waiting on the off chance that someday a miracle might happen.”
We’d lost so much, suffered so much heartbreak, but we still loved each other. That, in and of itself, was a miracle.
Tucker had always been easy to read. I could tell he wanted me to stay, to snap my fingers and make my life in Chicago disappear. But it wasn’t that simple. There were loose ends that needed to be tied up, and I would need to figure out how to transition my career from the city to the country. Those things would take time.
But if he loved me the way I knew he did, we could make it through a little more time apart if it meant being together forever.
Chapter 27
Tucker
Ididn’tmakeittwo steps inside the door before the aroma of roasting meat hit my nostrils. Then the music coming from the kitchen reached my ears.
Peeking down at the takeout bag in my hand, I chuckled softly. Guess we’d had the same idea.
Stepping toward the open threshold between the living room and kitchen, I froze when Bex came into view. Hell, I had to lean against the wall to remain upright.
She wasn’t just cooking; she wasdancing, dressed in skimpy cotton shorts and a tank top.
The hypnotic sway of her hips was mesmerizing, and I couldn’t look away.
From where I stood, I could make out the bottom curve of her ass below the hem of those shorts. And when she bent over to pull something out of the oven, a hint of pink became visible between those creamy thighs, and my groan couldn’t be contained.
Bex spun around. “Oh! You’re home!” She gestured to the open oven. “Hope you’re hungry. I made dinner.”
My mouth filled with saliva, but it had nothing to do with the meal she’d prepared. “Starved.”
“Good.” She flashed me with a bright smile. “Mind setting the table?”
“Mm-hmm.” I gave her enough time to pull the hot baking dish containing what looked like Cornish hens out of the oven before I made my move.
I eliminated the space between us in four long strides, spinning Bex around with a hand on her hip. Before she had a chance to voice an objection, my mouth crashed down on hers, my tongue diving inside.
My hands dropped to her ass, pulling our hips flush, and she tore her lips away on a gasp when she felt my hard length pressed to her belly.
“Dinner,” she managed to breathe out as I dragged a path of kisses down the column of her neck.
“Can wait,” I declared. “The only thing I want to eat right now is your pussy while you’re spread out naked on our kitchen table.”
The whimper that sounded in response had my cock leaking. God, I was ready to explode. Those sexy little noises she made drove me insane.
I hoisted her into my arms, carried her to the wooden surface, and set her down. Tugging the tank top over her head, I pressed a hand to her chest, forcing her to lie back. Then, slowly, I peeled the tiny scrap of fabric masquerading as clothing down her thighs, which only confirmed my suspicion that she’d been prancing around my kitchen without panties on.
My fingertip glided through her dripping slit. When I pushed it deep inside, watching the digit disappear into her tight heat, Bex’s back bowed off the table, her cry splitting the air. The sight was so erotic that it deserved to be photographed and featured as a full-page spread in a pornographic magazine.
“So fucking wet for me,” I murmured in amazement, adding a second finger.
Slow and steady, I fucked her with my hand as her hips rose to meet each thrust.
Goddamn, she was a sight to behold.
Her naked body writhing in pleasure.
