Page 58 of Words I Couldn't Say
MY LEG HADN’T STOPPED SHAKINGsince the moment Ava had taken off to spend the day with Leo Lockwood. The day that had come and gone, turning into night, because as of 11:56, she still wasn’t home. Being jealous was ridiculous. Stupid. And I knew it. But I’m a guy. That’s what we do when our women are out on the town, spending over eight hours with the man who, just two months ago, graced the cover ofMen’s Fitnessin nothing but a tight pair of jeans, his abs oiled up. Not that he had anything on me and my authentic, construction-formed six-pack, of course.
Sure, I knew that nothing was going to happen. Leo was married to his high school sweetheart who was currently pregnant with their second child. Ava, these days, was committed to me.
The thing was that Leo would always be in her circle. I didn’t know if I would be. And, if it wasn’t Leo, it could be any other guy in the future. The earlier conversation with my brother rushed to the surface and I realized he was right. I had nothing to gain by playing hard to get with Ava. In fact, it was pretty damn stupid. If I wanted her to be mine, I had to let her know. If I was going to stake my claim—and I sure as hell was—I needed to be upfront with her. No games, no illusions. She needed to know how I felt. Since she’d been back and finally sought me out, things had been easy. They’d been amazing. But we’d kept our feelings unspoken. I didn’t want that anymore. She might not have been ready to hear it, but Ava needed to know that nothing had ever changed for me. Nothing ever would.
Fate apparently smiled on me at that moment. Headlights shone through my kitchen window. I’d been at my table all day, working on my next novel—and maybe watching, waiting for Ava to return. I made sure to click save then closed my laptop, more than ready and willing to go get my girl.
I opened the door and immediately got a fist in my face.
“Oh my god, Tucker!” Ava gasped. She placed her hands on my torso and pushed me to the kitchen and down into the chair I’d just recently exited.
“Hello to you, too?” I teased, wiggling my nose to alleviate the burning sensation her unexpected punch had caused.
“I’m so sorry. I was lost in thought, knocking on your door, when I was banging on your face.” Her soft giggles replaced her worried tone.
“That’s funny to you?” I asked, scooping her up in my arms until she was straddling my waist.
Her arms latched around my neck, and she nodded. “Then I guess I should continue letting you bang on my face. After all, I am pretty hungry.” Her eyes gleamed with wicked heat.
I went rock solid instantaneously. “How about you let me eat first…” I said, trailing off when her mouth met mine, swallowing my words.
Ava’s kisses were passionate, hungry—she was definitely into the idea and more than ready for me to pleasure her with my mouth. My free hand ran down the length of her spine and briefly caressed her ass before reaching the hemline of her dress and quickly drawing it over her head.
She whimpered when I broke our contact to toss her dress aside and admire her half naked in my kitchen.
Barefoot in the kitchen?
No fucking way.
Naked’s so much better.
“So fucking gorgeous,” I told her. I circled her waist with my arm and held her close to me, raining kisses along her collarbone and then down until my lips met the swell of her breast. Without a second thought, my hand slid up her back, and with ease, I unclasped her bra, withdrawing so the material fell away and gave me the perfect view of her breasts.
I released her and used my free hand to appreciatively cup each one.
“These are absolutely perfect,” I admired.
As desperate as I was to taste her essence on my tongue, I was now salivating with the need to worship her breasts.
So that’s exactly what I did.
I took my time, paying each breast equal attention. I gently kneaded them while my lips sucked and my tongue laved at each nipple until she was writhing at my touch.
As much as I wanted to pleasure Ava right then and there, I wasn’t risking having Tanner walk in. So I scooped her up and carried her to my room. I set her on her feet then took my place on the bed, lying flat on my back, keeping my boxers on.
“Come here, Ava,” I said, crooking my finger and beckoning her.
I didn’t have to ask twice. But, when she joined me on the bed, her hands went straight for my cock.
“No, baby.”
“What…what do you want me to do?” she asked.
