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She bit her bottom lip in that way that would drive any man crazy. Lord, the woman had an amazing mouth.
“Our friendship means a lot to both of us so if either one of us thinks it won’t survive whatever this is that we’re doing, we need to call it quits. Friendship above all else, all right?”
“Deal,” he murmured.
Abby jerked her head toward the walkup. “Now are you coming up or what?”
Startled, Tucker glanced toward her building. He just assumed he’d be at his own apartment tonight. Alone.
“My roommate Lisa is upstate visiting her parents and won’t be home until tomorrow night.” She shrugged. “I have the place to myself.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. Tucker grabbed her hand, and the two of them took the stairs as if they were racing to a fire.
“One more thing,” Abby said after they entered the building.
“What’s that?” He was distracted. Already picturing her naked. Above him. In front of him. Underneath him.
“Marathon or sprint?”
Holy. Hell. An image of her flashed in his brain. Abby up against the wall, hair all over the place, warm and wet and so fucking hot that it hurt.
They were at her door.
“Both,” he growled.
Abby unlocked it and then they were inside her loft. She shrugged out of her jacket and reached for the bottom of her T-shirt. It was on the floor before he had time to toss his leather coat.
“Good answer.
Chapter Sixteen
The sun was just peeking through her bedroom window when Abby woke up. She stretched and took a moment as things slowly came into focus. Like the jeans on the floor beside the bed. Her bra tossed onto the chair in the corner.
Tucker’s boot near the bathroom door.
She frowned. Where the hell was the other one? And smiled. Oh. Yes.
And then kept smiling as she turned onto her side so that she could have a look at the man she never dreamed would be in her bed.
Tucker Simon was sprawled on his back, arms spread above his head, covers tangled and bunched up low on his torso. With his thick hair low across his forehead, dark stubble on his jaw and long lashes a girl would kill for—he looked hot and adorable and so damn sexy.
He was all kinds of masculine with his defined abs, broad shoulders, and square jaw. But the generous mouth and well, those long lashes softened him.
Carefully, she inched forward until she was snuggled against Tucker, her finger absently moving across his chest. She heard his slow and steady heartbeat, watched his chest rise and fall and she couldn’t help but think that it was the most wonderful sound in the world.
Memories of the night before washed over her and she bit her lip, cheeks burning. She’d been insatiable and he’d been, well, incredible, and even that didn’t come close to describing the night.
“Shit,” she whispered, raising her head so that she could see him again. “What have I gotten myself into?”
Would she survive Tucker Simon? Did a question like that even matter at this point? She was already all in and, well, there was no turning back now.
She spotted a freckle near his eyebrow and frowned, moving a little bit closer. Hmm. She’d never noticed it before.
“Hey,” he murmured suddenly, and she froze. Before she could blink, Tucker’s arm snaked around her, and then she was on top of him, staring down into a wicked smile.
“Hey yourself,” she murmured, finger moving to the freckle she’d spied.
“God, you feel good first thing in the morning.” His voice was rough, still full of sleep.
