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“No one has ever called me wily before.” She stretched out across the bed, waiting for him, waiting for this man who’d come roaring into her life to turn it upside down.
She didn’t want to think about ghosts, grandmothers, or where she’d be two weeks from now. No one had ever accused Olive of being a live-in-the-moment person, but right now that’s all she wanted. To live in the moment. To enjoy whatever this was while it lasted.
Whatever this was. Love? Lust for sure, but was it more? Was this hormones or heart? “Stop thinking,” she whispered. “Just feel.”
“What?” Tuck said as he joined her on the bed and began to undress her. He spent a lovely moment caressing her breasts as he removed the pajama top.
“I said I should be wily more often.”
He made quick work of her pajama bottoms, and then he was there. Touching her everywhere, making her forget everything. Everything but this. Touch, a driving need, a closeness that went beyond the physical, Tuck’s warmth, her racing heartbeat. The world spun just for them.
When she couldn’t stand to wait another second, he was there. Inside her. A part of her. There was truly nothing and no one else in the world but the two of them and the release they offered one another.
His skin against hers was heavenly. Their bodies joined and moved and danced, yes danced, until the sensation they created went beyond anything she’d ever known or expected.
She shattered; he came with her.
Everything slowed. Their bodies; her mind and heart.
When he kissed her it was slow, easy, as natural as breathing. Was it foolish to think this was love when she was still reeling from sex? She’d ask herself that question again in the morning.
When they’d been kissing on the couch and there hadn’t been a condom handy, she’d been able to control herself. She’d convinced herself that she possessed self-control where Nate Tucker was concerned. That was, apparently, no longer the case.
She hadn’t given the earrings that sat in her dresser drawer a thought as he’d come inside her house, as he’d come into her bed. This wasn’t a night for ghosts, family secrets, or confessions. The night was just for them.
“That was… unexpected,” Tuck said as he moved away.
“Was it?”
“For me, yes. For you? I’m shocked. You seduced me, Olive Carson.”
“With badly hung Christmas lights and holiday pajamas.”
He didn’t respond right away.
“I’ve never seduced anyone before,” she whispered.
“Why not?”
“I never wanted any man as much as I want you.”
After a long moment he muttered something. She must’ve misheard. It sounded like he said, “You terrify me.”
