“Stop,” Tuck said, closing his eyes. “Gay or not, I’m not capable of hearing it, Toots. I can’t think about—”
“The great and powerful Oz,” she murmured, touching her lips to his chest in an effort to soothe the tension building in his taut muscles.
“Don’t tease me,” he said. “The thought of you with anyone—”
“That’s what I’m saying, there hasn’t been anyone.”
Everything she’d said in the motel was meant to hurt him, well, most of it was. Being realistic about what might be expected of her here had forced her to contemplate giving up her body to a man she didn’t know or want to be intimate with. If Tuck hadn’t shown up when he had then there was a good chance that she would’ve w****d herself. She’d struggled to care about what happened to her when she thought her love had given up on he
