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For the last couple weeks, I’ve been feeling down about making smart but disappointing decisions. Choosing to do what I should do, what I need to do, instead of what I’d like to do.
How nice would it be, just once, to do something I know I shouldn’t? Just because I want to, just because it would feel good?
I don’t step away.
Instead, I tilt my hips. I grind into him again, harder this time. Now the outline underneath his belt isn’t semi-hard, it’s rock hard. And it’s huge. My stomach flips as I feel the indentation of it right above my mound.
“Fuck,” the curse falls from Tuck’s lips like a hoarse groan.
Tuck matches my boldness by crooking his hip so that his leg nudges between my thighs. My dress rides up on my hips, the front of Tuck’s leg pushing the hem. The feeling of him between my thighs, the knowledge that the thin scrap of my panties is just about an inch away from his leg, makes a wave of heat unfurl over my skin.
Despite the heat I feel, my nipples pebble into tight nubs underneath my dress, as if this sweltering dance floor were as cold as the winter night outside.
Just then, the slower song that was playing ends, and it’s replaced with a more rhythmic, kinetic track, better suited for the raunchy atmosphere of a nightclub. The pounding baseline heightens the way my heavy pulse is making my body throb. It makes me want to move my hips.
I do. I cant my hips forward, pressing myself against the flat of Tuck’s leg. A whimper escapes my lips as way more pleasure than I expected erupts inside me, snaking through my body and making my heart slam against my chest.
“Holy fuck,” Tuck groans, pulling me tighter against him with his muscular arm. He splays his other hand on the curve of my hip, his strong fingertips pressing into my skin over my dress.
My blood flow pounds in my ears. I’m doing something I know I shouldn’t, and I like how it feels.
But there’s still only so far I’m willing to go. I’m not going to take this all the way and sleep with Tuck tonight. That’s a line I’m not willing to cross, not even with this newfound boldness coursing through me.
There are still too many ways that could go wrong.
Even though lately Tuck’s shown me he’s not the person I initially assumed he was, I still don’t trust him. I don’t trust that he won’t change the way he acts toward me if we sleep together.
I remember how Ryan changed after the first time we had sex. If Tuck acts similarly after getting what he wants, I won’t be able to keep from hating him. Really hating him. Which, considering he’s Hudson’s teammate and best friend, could make things awkward for Summer’s relationship. I don’t want to risk doing that to her.
I also don’t want to risk how hurt I know I’ll be if that does happen.
No, I’m not willing to be that reckless, but I’m still willing to be pretty reckless …
Tuck presses his fingertips deeper into the softness of my hip, moving his big, powerful thumb to graze the outline of my hip bone. His touch makes me thrum with desire.
I tilt my hips again. I press myself hard against his leg this time, the friction between my thighs sending a wave of pleasure rolling through me. My stomach feels like it’s upside down.
I can feel how wet I am. The peak of my thighs is buzzing, my clit tight, my pussy throbbing with liquid heat. I bet I’m so wet that the front of Tuck’s pant leg is damp with the evidence of my arousal.
The thought only turns me on more. I grind into him again, swiveling my hips to the rhythm of the music. I let my forehead drop against Tuck’s chest as a moan rips from me, and from his chest, I feel the vibration of his own.
His hand on my hip grips me harder, so hard that I’ll probably see five marks attesting to the presence of his fingertips on my skin when I take this dress off tonight.
“Let’s get out of here,” he rasps into my ear. His voice is always a cool, easy drawl, but now it’s thick and hot with desire.
“No,” I answer.
A noise that’s a mix between a laugh and a pained groan escapes his throat. “You’re just doing this to torture me, then?”
“Maybe I am,” I tease. It feels like an out-of-body experience as the words float from my mouth.
Tuck angles his hips so his leg presses against my pussy again. I draw in a gasp. I can feel how soaked my panties are.
His leg still pressed against me, Tuck tips his hips just slightly, giving my tight clit the friction it craves. Ecstasy spears through me, my eyes rolling back as my lashes flutter.
“Fuck, Olivia,” Tuck growls. “I can feel how wet you are. You’re soaking my leg. You need to come, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathe, my eyes still closed.
