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wanted him—missed him. Seeing him again had awakened an intense hunger within her soul. She’d been willing to forget why she’d left for that moment in the grass.
She’d go back home, busy herself, plunge deep into work helping others. She’d move on—maybe with Blaise, if they got back together. Maybe things were too far gone. But she’d have to walk again and leave Tucker to move on. He deserved happiness—deserved someone that could give him a family—something she knew he wanted.
It’d been so long since she’d experienced pleasure—the kind that Tucker offered. Her body still ached from having him inside her. She needed a release.
With a mix of sorrow and tension, she laid back onto the flower-patterned bedspread, inhaling Tucker’s soap and sandalwood scent. Her nipples prickled. She closed her eyes and sucked back an emotional sigh.
Once upon a time, she’d been content here and on Havens Ranch with Tucker. Oh had reality spoiled their plans.
Life had driven a stake into the heart of their love.
She didn’t feel normal any longer. She hadn’t cried, laughed, panicked, gotten angry in a long time. She’d become numb.
To experience pleasure again—even if just a glimpse—brought her back to life.
If only Tucker would come into the bedroom and touch her again…
Doubt spurred her to take matters into her own hands.
She was as wet as she could get. Her southern lips throbbed and the burning desire traveled into her stomach. Visions of Tucker, naked, standing in the shower did crazy things to her body. She imagined him soaping his skin, rubbing between his legs. Would he masturbate with thoughts of her in his head?
Tingles shot through her core.
Her brain had always screwed her intention for release, whether alone or with Blaise. She’d almost felt a sense of guilt seeking pleasure when she’d crumbled her life.
The water splashed inside the bathroom and she brought her hand to her breast, rolling one nipple between her fingers, imaging it was Tucker’s mouth sucking the pink bud—molding them with his hands. Pleasure rippled through her.
She pictured Tucker holding his erection in his palm, gently squeezing the head between his fingers. Once she’d dared him to masturbate in front of her. She’d ached to know what his expression looked like as he brought himself to pleasure’s peak. Tucker had never been shy, and he’d easily brought himself to orgasm in front of her. Seeing him without inhibition, watching his hand move over the tight hard muscle was an image she’d never forget. She almost had an orgasm while watching him.
Was he pleasuring himself now?
Oh, how she’d love to run her fingers over the coiled muscles of his arms and stomach. To watch excitement slip across his face as she touched his length, pumped him in her fist. Tucker had always been a giving lover, an exploring lover. She’d enjoyed every second with him as he commanded her into release with his tongue, fingers and cock.
Lifting her knees, she planted her feet on the cover, still playing with her breasts as she smoothed her free hand to the apex of her thighs. Moist heat met the tips of her fingers. Her clit throbbed, begging for a touch. She skimmed the backs of her knuckles along the smooth lips before sliding one finger along the creamy slit.
She held her breath, relaxing into the sensitivity of the swollen bud. Her sex was slick with arousal, making it easy to glide her finger along the swollen curves. She wanted to loosen up, to allow herself a moment to bask in the natural release of her body. She craved Tucker…wanted him, but she couldn’t have him.
Nibbling her bottom lip, she imagined having her mouth on his body. To have her lips and tongue on his most sensitive part until he came and she swallowed his cream.
Pulses swept through her. She was so close…
“Hope?”
Oh. My. God.
She jerked her hand up and lifted her head, her gaze meeting Tucker’s curiosity straight on. He was eyeing
She’d go back home, busy herself, plunge deep into work helping others. She’d move on—maybe with Blaise, if they got back together. Maybe things were too far gone. But she’d have to walk again and leave Tucker to move on. He deserved happiness—deserved someone that could give him a family—something she knew he wanted.
It’d been so long since she’d experienced pleasure—the kind that Tucker offered. Her body still ached from having him inside her. She needed a release.
With a mix of sorrow and tension, she laid back onto the flower-patterned bedspread, inhaling Tucker’s soap and sandalwood scent. Her nipples prickled. She closed her eyes and sucked back an emotional sigh.
Once upon a time, she’d been content here and on Havens Ranch with Tucker. Oh had reality spoiled their plans.
Life had driven a stake into the heart of their love.
She didn’t feel normal any longer. She hadn’t cried, laughed, panicked, gotten angry in a long time. She’d become numb.
To experience pleasure again—even if just a glimpse—brought her back to life.
If only Tucker would come into the bedroom and touch her again…
Doubt spurred her to take matters into her own hands.
She was as wet as she could get. Her southern lips throbbed and the burning desire traveled into her stomach. Visions of Tucker, naked, standing in the shower did crazy things to her body. She imagined him soaping his skin, rubbing between his legs. Would he masturbate with thoughts of her in his head?
Tingles shot through her core.
Her brain had always screwed her intention for release, whether alone or with Blaise. She’d almost felt a sense of guilt seeking pleasure when she’d crumbled her life.
The water splashed inside the bathroom and she brought her hand to her breast, rolling one nipple between her fingers, imaging it was Tucker’s mouth sucking the pink bud—molding them with his hands. Pleasure rippled through her.
She pictured Tucker holding his erection in his palm, gently squeezing the head between his fingers. Once she’d dared him to masturbate in front of her. She’d ached to know what his expression looked like as he brought himself to pleasure’s peak. Tucker had never been shy, and he’d easily brought himself to orgasm in front of her. Seeing him without inhibition, watching his hand move over the tight hard muscle was an image she’d never forget. She almost had an orgasm while watching him.
Was he pleasuring himself now?
Oh, how she’d love to run her fingers over the coiled muscles of his arms and stomach. To watch excitement slip across his face as she touched his length, pumped him in her fist. Tucker had always been a giving lover, an exploring lover. She’d enjoyed every second with him as he commanded her into release with his tongue, fingers and cock.
Lifting her knees, she planted her feet on the cover, still playing with her breasts as she smoothed her free hand to the apex of her thighs. Moist heat met the tips of her fingers. Her clit throbbed, begging for a touch. She skimmed the backs of her knuckles along the smooth lips before sliding one finger along the creamy slit.
She held her breath, relaxing into the sensitivity of the swollen bud. Her sex was slick with arousal, making it easy to glide her finger along the swollen curves. She wanted to loosen up, to allow herself a moment to bask in the natural release of her body. She craved Tucker…wanted him, but she couldn’t have him.
Nibbling her bottom lip, she imagined having her mouth on his body. To have her lips and tongue on his most sensitive part until he came and she swallowed his cream.
Pulses swept through her. She was so close…
“Hope?”
Oh. My. God.
She jerked her hand up and lifted her head, her gaze meeting Tucker’s curiosity straight on. He was eyeing
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