The Last Virgin in Texas Page 12

  “So, where should I have them meet you? Where’s a good place for them to do the high fashion spread?” I appreciate that he’s relying on my local knowledge instead of letting them force me some place that has no meaning.

  I think for a minute, but before I answer Aaron’s question, I look at Gretchen and another question of my own comes to mind. I remember hearing about location fees when I was on a photoshoot for a cologne company in Curacao, and the set producer had to negotiate with the owner of the little beach bar we were at.

  “The magazine pays a location fee to wherever they’re shooting, don’t they?”

  “They do,” I hear Aaron typing on his keyboard as he answers. “I’d have to check, but usually it’s just a few thousand dollars. Why? What do you have in mind?”

  “Hold on one sec, Aaron.” I cover the phone and get Gretchen’s attention. “Hey. Could you use some extra money? A few grand?”

  Her eyes go round at the question. “Of course, always!” She sits back in her chair and crosses her arms, eyeing me up and down. “What do I have to do?”

  I smile. “Just thank me when it’s over.” I wink and love the pink that flushes her cheeks when I do.

  “Sorry about that, Aaron. Have them meet me at Sophia’s Diner. It’s on the square in town. We can shoot there. The owner and I go way back, and she’ll be happy to let us use her place as a set for a fair day rate and a story credit.” I catch Gretchen’s eye and shrug. “Oh yeah. It’s a real slice of Americana. The photographer will eat that shit up. Okay, nine o’clock it is. I’ll be there. Thanks, Aaron.”

  “So…what was that all about?” Gretchen cocks her head to the side, eyeing me with caution.

  “They want me to do a photoshoot to go with the interview. If we do it in your diner, you get a fee for the photographers using the place. Also, if you tell them to give you a story credit, it could drum up some business. People passing through who’ve seen the article might make it a point to stop by and check the place out.”

  “Really? That would be great. Thanks, Tucker.”

  “Anything for you, beautiful.” I graze a kiss to the back of her fingers.

  “Anything?” She leans in close, resting her elbows on the table and the position pushes her breasts together. My vantage point provides a perfect view down the front of her scoop-necked t-shirt. “Careful, Tucker. I may hold you to that anything part.”

  “I hope you do.”

  After we finish lunch, we sit for a few minutes. The air between us is thick. We’ve been flirting all afternoon. We both want more. Neither of us is ready to head back.

  “Well, what next?” I ask her as I pull a stack of bills from my wallet and drop them on the table.

  “You said your place is close by?” Her lashes flutter as she looks up at me, her green eyes flecked with heat. “I want to see it. Take me there?”

  “You sure that’s a good idea, sweetheart?”

  She flashes me the filthiest grin I think I’ve ever seen. “No. But I want to see it, anyway.”

  She stands and puts on the black plastic frame sunglasses that look adorable on her. The thin fabric of her t-shirt does nothing to hide the fact that her nipples are hard as pebbles. The contrast of sweet and sexy is hot as hell. I look her up and down and lick my lips.

  I push my chair back. “Okay. Let’s go.”

  Twenty-One

  I hit the remote for the garage and pull inside, letting the door close before I open the door to the truck. I walk around to Gretchen’s side just as she’s stepping out, and take her hand, entwining her fingers with mine. We walk through the garage door into the kitchen, and I take my shoes off out of habit. She follows my lead, using the toe of one foot to remove her Chucks at the heel and repeating the process on the second shoe.

  “Holy shit, Tuck.” She looks around from the kitchen on one side to the living room on the other. “This is not some little beach house. This is bigger than most folks’ regular house and you know it.”

  And this is one of those times where I don’t know what to say. If I try to sound humble, I come off like a dick. If I say, yes, it’s great to be rich, I come off like a dick. It’s a no-win situation.

  “I guess that’s true. It’s big enough for me to have people over if I want to. Mom, Dad and I have celebrated Christmas here once. I’ve done a couple of guys’ weekends down here with Jared and some of our buddies. It’s pretty nice.”

  Gretchen walks into the living room and cranes her head backward to look up at the high, vaulted beam ceiling. She points at the door at the end of the hallway and looks at me.

  “Bathroom. The one next to it is a game room. I’ve got a pool table, darts, and a poker table in there.”

  She nods, then looks at the staircase, raising a brow.

  “The guest rooms are upstairs.”

  “And…yours?”

  I swallow, my throat feeling suddenly dry and remind my dick to stand down, though he’s not really interested in listening to me at the moment.

  I crook a thumb over my shoulder. “The master bedroom is this way. Other side of the kitchen.”

  I fold my arms and lean against the doorframe. She doesn’t say a word and doesn’t ask. Instead, she holds my gaze as she walks toward me and passes me, heading toward my bedroom.

  I follow her, my eyes glued to the perfect little peach of an ass in front of me as we walk down the hall.

  Her hands find the knobs of the double doors and she throws a coy glance over her shoulder at me. “Two doors. How fancy.” She raises a shoulder playfully, then flings both doors open at once.

  “God! Would you look at this place?” She walks in, turning in a circle as she looks around and takes in the space. A moment later, she’s walking over to the clapboard accent wall, running her fingers against it. She looks up at the skylight, then over at the matching, pale blue chairs that sit below the picture window. The blinds are closed, of course, like they always are, but if they were open, she’d see the ocean view that the house faces.

  Her eyes land on the door to the bathroom and she grins as she scurries toward it, flipping the light on as she enters.

  “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Her voice echoes through the room. I can’t help but smile at how impressed she is with the place. She pokes her head back out of the bathroom. “This tub is spectacular! Does it have jets?”

  “It does. You wanna take a bath?”

  Her eyes dart to the side, then back to me. “Really?”

  “Sure. Whatever you want to do.”

  Her smile grows impossibly wide. “Maybe later.” She steps back into the bedroom and closes the space between us. When she reaches me, she looks down at my hand where it hangs beside me, and reaches out her fingertips to take it and pull it toward her. “What do you want to do, Tucker?”

  I want to bury my cock in your tight little pussy. I want to fuck you in every position, in every room of this house. I want to ruin you for all other men.

  The way she’s looking at me right now, the real answers to that question are ones I’m not sure she’s ready for. Still, I can’t help myself. I step forward, pressing my body against hers and cup her cheek in my palm.

  “What are my choices?” I cock up an eyebrow as I gaze down on her.

  Her eyes are dark, lightly hooded as she replies. “We can do anything you want. Anything at all.”

  “Hm. Well then, let’s start with this.”

  I dip my head and capture her lips. She’s salty from the water and her skin smells like sunshine. I deepen the kiss and she presses her body into me. I lick the seam of her lips and my tongue darts between them. No matter how close I pull her against me, I can’t get close enough.

  My palms move down her back and find the firm little peach of an ass I was admiring earlier. When I squeeze her cheeks, she lets out a little coo and although my head knows she’s not ready for me to take her right now, my body is as desperate for more as a junkie in need of his next hit.

  I
lift her and her arms and legs wrap tightly around me. I walk her toward the bed, depositing her on it without taking my lips from hers. My tongue glides against hers and the way she’s writhing against me is exquisite torture for my painfully hard cock.

  When I pull back a little, she has a look on her face I’ve never seen from her before. She licks her lips and her eyes flash with hungry desperation. Before I can capture her lips again, she reaches down and grabs the hem of her tee, peeling it off and over her head.

  I run my hand up her belly and along her ribs before palming her breast through the thin, damp fabric of her suit. My thumb circles her nipple and instantly it turns to stone under my touch.

  Her hips sway and the way she’s looking at me…God, the way she’s looking at me. I briefly consider ripping off her shorts and burying myself inside of her–coming hard and fast and putting a baby in her belly that ties her to me forever, so I’d never have to be without her in my life again. It might be the craziest thought I’ve ever had but crazed is exactly what I feel right now.

  Luckily, enough of my brain still works to rethink that, and instead I offer her what I know she wants…what I think she can handle.

  I lean back, pulling my own t-shirt off, then I take her hands and move them above her head, pressing my skin against hers and fuck if it doesn’t feel good to have her underneath me like this.

  Her breathing is fast, and she’s practically panting when I lower my lips to whisper against hers. “I’m going to lick every inch of this gorgeous body and make you come, Gretchen. I’m going to put my mouth on that perfect little pussy of yours and fuck you with my tongue until you scream my name so loud, the neighbors think about calling the cops.” She gasps at the coarseness of my words. “Tell me that’s what you want.”

  “God, yes.” She leans forward, kissing me hard.

  “Roll over.”

  I release her hands and she follows my instruction, rolling onto her belly for me. She’s practically vibrating with anticipation and this is exactly why I have to take my time with her. When we go all the way, when I finish what we started all those years ago, I want her to be so hungry she’s begging me to satisfy her. I want to make sure she has no regrets because I know I won’t.

  With her pale back turned to me, I untie the strings of her top and brush them away. Next, I hook my fingers into the sides of her shorts and bathing suit and tug, pulling them down her legs and tossing them aside.

  I brush her hair aside and when my lips connect with the back of her neck, she stiffens her arms out in front of her. “Oh, God, that feels so fucking good.”

  My lips curl into a smile as I open my mouth and slide my tongue against her skin. As I kiss her shoulders and back, my palm slides down her body, cupping a handful of perfect ass. As my fingers glide around the curve of her ass and against the top of her legs, she opens them wide for me.

  My dirty girl is eager. I like that.

  My fingers dip between her legs and she is so damn wet for me. When I glide up and down against her seam, she grinds her hips to meet the motion of my hand. I kiss down one plump cheek, and she cranes her back, lifting her ass to urge me to the place between her thighs where she wants my mouth.

  Instead, I tease her. I kiss the seam where her cheek meets the back of her thigh, then bear down with my teeth, not hard enough to do any real damage, but enough to leave a mark. I like that she’ll be able to look in the mirror tomorrow and see a trail of evidence that I was here.

  She sucks in a sharp breath. “Tucker, please.”

  I remove my hand from between her legs and pull her hip up to roll her over onto her back. I straddle her and lean up so my face is close to hers. Her full lips are too tempting, and I reach down to taste them again. That’s a mistake, because when I do, she wraps herself around me and grinds against me. I’m already so hard it’s painful and with her doing this, it’s a challenge for me to stay focused.

  I break our kiss. “You ready for more, baby?” I lean back and she squeezes her legs tighter, pulling me back against her.

  Fuck. The friction of her grinding against me feels incredible, and it brings back all those nights we spent parking down by the pond at my parents’ house.

  “Tucker.” She presses her palm to my jaw. “I’m ready. I want it to be here, now, with you.”

  The look on her face now is more than just hunger. It’s full of hope and something else that I haven’t seen in her eyes since that night I ran out of her house and never looked back.

  I roll my neck to the side and look up, then back down at her. “Sweetheart, that’s not going to happen right now.”

  Her brows dip and I instantly worry I’ve hurt her.

  “Gretchen, I don’t have anything with me.”

  She tips her head to the side, just a little, then realization washes across her face. “Oh. You don’t keep anything here?”

  I rarely bring women here, and I’m not the kind of guy to take a risk with out-of-date condoms. “I keep them in my bag, which is back at my parents’ place. I’m guessing you’re not on anything?”

  She rakes her top teeth against her bottom lip and slowly nods her head from side to side. She looks so worried, so I smile and brush a soft kiss to the side of her mouth.

  “Don’t worry, baby. If that’s what you want…” She cuts me off before I can finish.

  “It is what I want. I want you, Tucker. I think I always wanted it to be you. Maybe that’s why I’ve held back all this time.”

  I feel a squeezing in my chest. It’s probably the best thing I’ve ever heard. She wants me, she always has and maybe she’s even been waiting for me all this time.

  This. Fuck profits and starring roles and parties with A-listers. This right here is the best fucking thing.

  I don’t say a word. I just devour her lips with mine.

  Making my way down her body, I capture her nipple with my mouth as I knead the other breast with my palm. I love how her tits feel in my hand, so soft and natural. It’s been so long since I’ve been with a woman who had real tits, I almost forgot what it was like.

  Her fingers loop and tangle in my hair, her body moving beneath me as I lick and nip and suck.

  I kiss down her belly, and for a moment, she raises her eyes to look at the ceiling. That’s when I see it. She’s nervous. I remind myself how inexperienced she is and try to make her more comfortable. She deserves to know how spectacular she is.

  I drag my tongue down the soft curve of her belly, then press my lips to the skin above her panty line. “You’re beautiful, Gretchen. I don’t think you realize how gorgeous you are. Every inch of soft skin, every curve…you take my breath away.”

  Her body relaxes under my touch and I smile up at her as my lips continue to trail down to the place her thighs come together. Now, her breath quickens with anticipation, not nerves. Sliding my palms beneath her legs, I spread them wider. I press a soft kiss to her lips, and she lets out a little gasp. When my tongue breaches her lips and I drag it up her sex, stopping just before the point I know craves my attention, she arches her back as she lets out a soft, little moan.

  I look up to find that she’s resting her weight on her elbows, now, staring down at me.

  “You okay, sweetheart?”

  “Do that again.” She pants, her breasts rising and dipping with each ragged breath. “Please.”

  I do more than she asks. I bury my tongue in her channel. She lets her head roll back and lets out a long, slow, satisfied moan.

  “Hm. You like that, huh?”

  “Yes.” The word comes out clipped and breathless.

  I slide my tongue up and down, then press my finger inside her. I’m careful—not going too deep. My hands are big, after all, like the rest of me and I don’t want to hurt her. When her breathing quickens, I move to circle the bundle of nerves at the top of her sex, and when I do, she falls back against the bed.

  “Oh, God, Tucker…that’s…fuck that’s good.”

  She reaches down, threa
ding her fingers through my hair as she presses me closer, begging for the release I know she desperately needs. When I close my lips around her clit, she tenses all over and finally lets go. Her hips come up off the mattress as her legs tense and her panting gives way to a long, satisfied groan of pleasure.

  I kiss my way up her torso and wrap myself around her as she lays back, smiling and sated. I lean up on my elbows as I kiss along her collarbone and neck. “You enjoyed that I take it?”

  She scrunches up her nose, and with her cheeks flushed with pink and her smile beaming, I’ve never seen her look more beautiful.

  “It was just…” She sighs. “Amazing.”

  I roll onto my back and pull her up onto my chest, holding her close. As I envelope her in my arms, I press a kiss into the top of her hair. “I’m glad. I enjoyed it too, and I’m already thinking about the next time I get to do that.”

  She slides her palm down my belly and when her fingertips reach the waistband of my shorts, she nods toward the tent still pitched at the front of them. “What are we going to do about that?”

  “Oh, well…maybe I should take a shower and take care of things.”

  She slowly slides her pinky finger under the waistband of my shorts, and I suck in a breath as her fingers slide down, closer to my aching cock.

  “You could. Or, you could let me help.” She looks back up at me and arches an eyebrow.

  If I was deflating a little, her words have me back at full attention. I move the arm that’s wrapped across her body and tuck my hand behind my head.

  “If that’s what you want, you definitely won’t hear any complaints from me. You know I don’t expect it, though. I mean, you don’t have to.”

  She sits up, carefully sliding my shorts down, pulling them off and tossing them in the direction where I threw her clothes earlier. “It’s something I want to do—something I get to do, not have to do.”

  Returning to straddle my thighs, she grips the base of my cock and slides her hand up and down in long, slow strokes. Her touch feels better than good. Between my shooting schedule, and my mood lately, I haven’t been with a woman in a while. Now, with this woman, the way she’s touching me, the way she’s looking at me with such hunger, I know I won’t last long.