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Abby gently pushed back until she was kneeling on the floor in front of him. Very carefully, she undid the laces on his Doc’s and pulled off his boots, aware that his dark eyes were on her. Next came his socks.
She stood, held her hand out and pulled him to his feet.
“You’re family is in our living room,” she said.
“Yeah.”
“I should go and—“
“No.”
“No?” She couldn’t help it. Some of the happiness in her heart had found its way outside, and a small smile touched her mouth.
“Nope.” He was already tugging his T-shirt over his head.
“We’re going to bed.”
“We are.”
“Yep.” His hands were on the waistband of his jeans.
“But what about—“
He smiled tiredly. “They’ll figure it out, Miss Mathews.”
His jeans were off, and he stretched, totally unmindful of how amazing he looked in his black boxers and nothing else.
“It’s your turn,” he said crowding her toward the bed. “I’ve missed that fucking tattoo.”
Abby undressed, down to her tank top and undies, but before she could slide onto the bed, he stopped her, his hand on her hip, yanking the top of her boy shorts down.
“There it is,” he said huskily, bending over and closing his mouth over the small orange dragonfly that was there.
“So fucking hot,” he whispered against her skin. “But babe?” He was pushing her onto the bed now.
“Yes?”
“Sexytimes are gonna have to wait. I’m dead tire,d and all I want is to hold you so that I can finally fall asleep. God, I can’t remember the last time that I slept.”
Abby slid up against him, her back to his chest, clutching his arm where it rested just below her breasts. For the longest time, she just held him, loving the feel of her man back in their bed, and like a cat, she stretched into his warmth. Listened to the slow, steady beat of his heart.
I love you.
Three little words that meant so much.
“That sounds perfect,” she murmured.
But he was already asleep.
***
>Abby woke up moaning, her body hot, Tucker already inside her.
“Good morning, Miss Mathews,” he rasped in her ear as he slowly moved in and out, long thrusts that spread liquid heat. Her back was still flush to his chest and his hands gently massaged her nipples.
She was naked, clothes tossed who knows where, the covers bunched up at their feet. Not surprisingly, she was totally okay with that.
“Good morning, Mr. Simon.”
