Page 38 of Pretty Little Scars

But I’m not.

I’ve never been this needy for a man in my life.

“I’m okay with it. I don’t know how I thought I could stay away from you.”

He steps closer, his big hands frame my face, and his lips areso closeto mine, I can smell the coffee on his breath and feel the heat from his hard body.

My hands fist into his shirt at his waist, and I scoot closer, so my stomach lines up with his cock, and he growls, sending goose bumps all over me.

He lowers his lips so slowly, and covers mine softly, as if he’s still waiting for me to say no. As if he’s afraid that I don’t really want this with him, and it makes me want it all the more. When I moan and boost up on my toes, Tucker deepens the kiss, and I open to him, welcoming his tongue inside my mouth as stars explode around me, and I swear to God, I might have died and gone to heaven. My hands glide around to his back as his handsmove into my hair, and he holds me still. I press my breasts to his stomach as he devours my mouth. He nibbles my lips, then sinks into me again, andholy shit, if he can set me off like this with just a kiss, what would he be able to do to me if we were naked?

He might kill me.

But what a way to go.

“Fuck, you’re the sweetest thing,” he murmurs against my lips as we both take a breath. He doesn’t pull away. He rests his forehead to mine, and we’re pressed tightly together from head to knees, as if we can’t get enough of each other.

I can’t get enough of him.

His eyes are on mine, so full of lust and longing, but gentle too. It makes my heart warm.

I rub my hands up and down his back, and he brushes my hair back, then frames my face again and nuzzles my nose, back and forth, before pulling back and smiling softly down at me.

“You want to know what the only downside of that was?” he asks.

“What?”

“Now I have to work all day and pretend like I don’t want to carry you upstairs to my bedroom, strip you down, and worship you until you’re screaming.”

Holy fucking shit.

I swallow hard and press my lips together and then start to laugh. Because this is so unexpected and a little ridiculous, but also so muchfun.

When was the last time I had fun with a man?

“Is that ahe’s really bad at thatlaugh, orI can’t believe I did thatlaugh?” he asks.

“It’s aI don’t know how I got here, but I’m really glad I didlaugh.” I pat his chest and enjoy the hard muscles under mytouch. “As much as I’d love to stand here and make out with you all day, we should get to work.”

Before I can turn away to grab a shovel, Tucker moves back in, but this time, he leans down, grips me by the back of my thighs and lifts me, braces me against the wall of the barn, and I wrap my arms around his neck and legs around his waist as he kisses me once more. This isn’t soft and gentle and new.

This is sexy and primal. This isI want you so bad, I ache with it.

I moan against his lips and circle my hips, moving against the hardness I feel behind the fly of his jeans, and he groans before kissing down my jaw and burying his face in my neck and biting me there, then soothing it with his tongue.

“Fuck, you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met in my goddamn life.”

That admission lights me up inside. This incredible man wantsme. The broken one. The one who’s bad with people and scarred so horribly, I’ll never let him see parts of my body.

The one that no one else has ever wanted to keep around for long.

“Do you hear me,” he continues, his voice harder now. More commanding. He’s not lazy and laid back now, and I fuckinglove it.

“I hear you.”

“Good. Because now that I’ve tasted you, it won’t be enough, Duchess. So, if this is as far as you want it to go, you need to say so now before I bury myself ten inches inside of your perfect pussy and make you mine.”

Um. Holy shit.