My Best Friend's Ex(55)

Smooth, really, really smooth.

Tucker tilts his head to the side and studies me, one of his hands on the knot of his towel. "If I had the fan on, then how could I have possibly heard what you and Adalyn were talking about?"

And just like that, my face heats up, my ears are in a blaze, and my body feels like lava was just poured all over it.

"You heard us?" I whisper. I don't know why, seems like something I have to whisper, maybe to make it less true.

"Just a little." He takes a step toward me, which causes me to back up into the hallway wall. "Something about fucking. What could she possibly be referring to?"

"Guh, you know." I put my finger to my chin trying to look thoughtful. "I can't seem to remember exactly what we were talking about."

"No?" He takes another step closer, the smell of his soap making me feel drunk, hazy, so damn infatuated that it's hard to stand on my own two feet. "So Adalyn didn't ask you if we were fucking?"

Gah! Stupid Adalyn and her big stupid mouth.

Playing dumb, I ask, "Did she? Huh, well Adalyn doesn't seem to have a filter."

He nods and takes one more step closer, now only a foot between us. He places both his hands on either side of my head, framing me in place, giving me the perfect view of his flexing chest. Sweet mother, may I? Just a little touch, a lick of his nipple, maybe a little bob the apple on his penis.

"What did you say?" The rumble of his voice vibrates through my ribcage, sending my libido into overdrive. He smells too damn good, looks too damn good, and sounds too damn good for any girl to have coherent thoughts.



       
         
       
        

The space between us evaporates as he brings his face inches from mine making the air feel thick. When he speaks, his breath tickles me, sending me further into a sexual awakening. My entire body throbs with need, with yearning for the irresistible man standing before me.

He enunciates every word when he repeats himself. "What did you say to Adalyn about fucking?"

"Oh yeah, the fucking." I laugh nervously. "I told her we were not doing the fucking."

"Did she believe you?"

Unsure of what's happening, I fidget with the hem of my shirt. Why is he so close? Why does he continue to tempt me like this? Is he trying to drive me crazy?

"She did. You know, we're honest with each other and everything. Kind of like you and me, acting like adults, telling the truth and all. No need for roommate rules or boundaries." I swallow hard.

Boundaries, man, we should have set some of those, because right now, Tucker doesn't understand the common courtesy rule of personal space. I don't think he's ever understood that since I moved in.

"Telling the truth, huh?" He licks his lips and bends his head down, which draws my attention to the towel barely hanging on his hips. My heart rate picks up when his eyes meet mine, those sultry, seductive eyes. "Tell me, Emma, when was the last time you fucked someone?"

Everything inside me is aware of his question, of his presence, of the way my clit is throbbing uncontrollably. If he can't tell by the flush of my face and the sweat breaking out on my skin, it's been a while.

Continuing to twiddle with my shirt, I answer, "It's been a bit. I can't quite remember."

Tucker nods and brings one of his hands to my face where his thumb runs along my jaw to my mouth. He rubs the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip, tugging it down ever so slightly, his eyes fixed on my mouth.

"And when was the last time you used this mouth for anything other than talking and eating?"

"I . . . I don't remember." My breath hitches on me, causing my words to stutter.

Nodding again, Tucker steps in another inch, the heat of his body starting to warm me from the tip of my toes to the top of my head. "Can I ask you one more question?"

I wish he'd press me against the wall and end this horrible burning need I have for him, but I nod instead.

"What if Adalyn asked you, do you want to fuck Tucker, what would you have said?"

His eyes bore into me, slicing me in half. He knows the answer, it has to be written all over my face, displayed in my body language, and in the way I react to his every touch.

Do I tell him? Do I admit my burning crush? Does he even feel the same way? Or is he teasing me, trying to get me to admit something just because he can? 

No, that's not the case. Tucker is not like that. He's sweet, caring, considerate, sexy, and irresistible. If I tell him I want to fuck him, what would that do to our relationship? Would it ruin everything we built back up over the last few weeks? But what would happen if I didn't tell him? Would the tension grow so thick that I eventually give in and throw myself at him? At least if I tell him now, I could get it over with and we could have an awkward moment and move on.