Now that she’d kissed Tucker, Missy couldn’t seem to stop. She kissed him, and kissed him, and kissed him, until her lips felt swollen. And still she lay in his arms; the delicious scent of his cologne, the salty taste of his mouth coating hers, and the way his fingers combed through her hair were magical.
He’d taken out the tie and undone the braid in her hair several minutes ago, and it was one of the most sensual things Missy had experienced in a long, long time. She traced her fingertip along the edge of his ear and down into the hair along the back of his neck, a sigh passing through every muscle in her body.
Tucker chuckled, and she settled her face into the hollow of his throat, his strength almost overwhelming her.
“I don’t believe you haven’t kissed anyone in a while,” he whisp
