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He side-glanced at me. “Right?”
“Of course. Of course. But that’s my point. We’re not about commitment or long-term or forever, Tucker. But I want to believe what you say. I need to. So what do I do when you walk away? How can I believe anymore?”
It took forever for him to sit down next to me, and I was terrified during those long minutes that he wouldn’t, that he’d tell me to fuck off and leave me sitting alone by the Seine. Tucker didn’t. Despite his tattoos and bravado, despite his rock star reputation, he was a good man, and I felt like I needed him. That somehow he could get me through the next two weeks and whatever tortures and vindictive reviews that my mother had waiting for me.
He reached out then and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and I was grateful for his support, even if I’d already managed to take him for granted. “Doesn’t Hermes make you believe?”
I blinked. “How do you know his name?”
“I bumped into him at your apartment. I went to see you last night since the opening didn’t really go well for us. So tell me, he doesn’t make you believe?”
“He doesn’t.”
“That’s because no one can. I can’t either, Nik. You have to believe. And even though we’re not about forever, that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy our time together. And that I can’t do my damnedest to make you believe in a way that sticks.”
“And how do you think you’re going to do that?”
“By making you see yourself the way I see you. As one of the most amazing women I’ve ever met.”
I snorted and looked back out at the water. “Oh please.”
“No, I’m deadly serious. Nik. You’re talented, smart, hot, a go-getter, not to mention beautiful…who wouldn’t want to hang with you?”
As I stared at him, what I’d suspected became utter certainty in my mind.
There was something to the rocker, something deeper about Tucker Benning than the world who loved Point Break knew about. A man this comforting had a deeper, more honest soul than he was letting on. The leather jacket he toted around was his armor, protecting a kind and sensitive heart underneath. I could feel it.
I kissed Tucker long and hard, my tongue threading with his, my need for him raw and naked between us. “I’m damaged. I’m screwed up. You should run away from me right now. But I don’t want you to. I need you. I need you so much, and if you let me, I’ll suck you dry, Tucker, and probably not in the ways you want.”
He reached up and stroked my cheek. “We’re all damaged goods, Nik, and I think I’ll take my chances,” Tucker finished before plundering my mouth with his tongue.
That was all the motivation I needed to follow him back to his hotel.
* * *
Once we were back at his place, Tucker suggested a shower. At first, I stared at him, all too aware that while we’d gotten each other off, we hadn’t been fully naked in front of each other. Hadn’t even had sex yet. Where was the lead up? The foreplay?
Then I saw the fire in Tucker’s eyes and I understood. We’d been engaged in foreplay since virtually the moment we met, and he didn’t want to wait any longer. Neither did I. I didn’t need lead up. I just needed Tucker.
Turning around, I walked toward the bathroom, stripping my clothes off as I went, grinning as I heard Tucker hiss or stifle a groan as I exposed more and more skin. I glanced over my shoulder at him at one point, and his gaze was focused firmly on my ass.
“Don’t be long,” I said before stepping into the bathroom and turning on the shower. I slipped under the spray, reveling in the feel of the hot water running over my skin. The heat on my flesh mixed well with the flames that felt as if they were burning through me, flaring out from my gut.
A few seconds later, Tucker opened the shower door and stepped in. I swallowed hard and stifled my own moans upon seeing him. The ridges of his eight-pack abs, the gorgeous way his lean hips bones jutted out just
“Of course. Of course. But that’s my point. We’re not about commitment or long-term or forever, Tucker. But I want to believe what you say. I need to. So what do I do when you walk away? How can I believe anymore?”
It took forever for him to sit down next to me, and I was terrified during those long minutes that he wouldn’t, that he’d tell me to fuck off and leave me sitting alone by the Seine. Tucker didn’t. Despite his tattoos and bravado, despite his rock star reputation, he was a good man, and I felt like I needed him. That somehow he could get me through the next two weeks and whatever tortures and vindictive reviews that my mother had waiting for me.
He reached out then and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and I was grateful for his support, even if I’d already managed to take him for granted. “Doesn’t Hermes make you believe?”
I blinked. “How do you know his name?”
“I bumped into him at your apartment. I went to see you last night since the opening didn’t really go well for us. So tell me, he doesn’t make you believe?”
“He doesn’t.”
“That’s because no one can. I can’t either, Nik. You have to believe. And even though we’re not about forever, that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy our time together. And that I can’t do my damnedest to make you believe in a way that sticks.”
“And how do you think you’re going to do that?”
“By making you see yourself the way I see you. As one of the most amazing women I’ve ever met.”
I snorted and looked back out at the water. “Oh please.”
“No, I’m deadly serious. Nik. You’re talented, smart, hot, a go-getter, not to mention beautiful…who wouldn’t want to hang with you?”
As I stared at him, what I’d suspected became utter certainty in my mind.
There was something to the rocker, something deeper about Tucker Benning than the world who loved Point Break knew about. A man this comforting had a deeper, more honest soul than he was letting on. The leather jacket he toted around was his armor, protecting a kind and sensitive heart underneath. I could feel it.
I kissed Tucker long and hard, my tongue threading with his, my need for him raw and naked between us. “I’m damaged. I’m screwed up. You should run away from me right now. But I don’t want you to. I need you. I need you so much, and if you let me, I’ll suck you dry, Tucker, and probably not in the ways you want.”
He reached up and stroked my cheek. “We’re all damaged goods, Nik, and I think I’ll take my chances,” Tucker finished before plundering my mouth with his tongue.
That was all the motivation I needed to follow him back to his hotel.
* * *
Once we were back at his place, Tucker suggested a shower. At first, I stared at him, all too aware that while we’d gotten each other off, we hadn’t been fully naked in front of each other. Hadn’t even had sex yet. Where was the lead up? The foreplay?
Then I saw the fire in Tucker’s eyes and I understood. We’d been engaged in foreplay since virtually the moment we met, and he didn’t want to wait any longer. Neither did I. I didn’t need lead up. I just needed Tucker.
Turning around, I walked toward the bathroom, stripping my clothes off as I went, grinning as I heard Tucker hiss or stifle a groan as I exposed more and more skin. I glanced over my shoulder at him at one point, and his gaze was focused firmly on my ass.
“Don’t be long,” I said before stepping into the bathroom and turning on the shower. I slipped under the spray, reveling in the feel of the hot water running over my skin. The heat on my flesh mixed well with the flames that felt as if they were burning through me, flaring out from my gut.
A few seconds later, Tucker opened the shower door and stepped in. I swallowed hard and stifled my own moans upon seeing him. The ridges of his eight-pack abs, the gorgeous way his lean hips bones jutted out just
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