to—”
“That’s not it.” In the dim light of the truck, she watched him as he tried to read
the emotions crossing her face. “If you really are okay paying for it, then I’d like
it if we did . . . get a room, I mean.” Her gaze dropped away from his, though why
she was so shy and insecure he had no clue.
Hell, he’d give a lot more than the cost of a hotel room to be with her. Alone, behind
closed doors, and in a cool, comfortable place where they could both stretch out naked
on a nice big bed with lots of room to get creative. That was truly priceless.
The thought had his heart beating faster and the pulse throbbing in his erection.
“Trust me. It’s fine.”
“Okay.” Ducking her head so it didn’t hit the ceiling of the truck, she backed up
and managed to turn herself around and sit facing forward in the passenger seat as
she refastened her jeans.
He took a steadying breath and dashed the sweat from his forehead. Between the heat
of the summer night and the heat between him and Becca, Tuck was even gladder they
were going inside to a nice, air-conditioned hotel room. Getting sweaty with a woman
after some good sex was one thing, but he’d rather not start out that way.
Opening his door, he got out and stood, stretching his back in the process before
he reached behind the seat for his gear bag. Under the guise of getting his payout
envelope, he also grabbed the other necessity he’d need for the night, the condoms
Jace had supplied him with.
As he shoved both into the pockets of his jeans, he spared barely a thought to what
Jace might or might not be doing at the moment with Emma. If Becca wasn’t worried
about her sister, then he wasn’t, either. Jace was a good guy and Tuck knew his friend
could definitely take care of himself, and would take good care of Emma, too.
Jace and Emma were probably at that very moment wondering what he and Becca were doing.
It was a funny thought. There’d likely be an inquisition in the morning, for both
of them.
Lucky for him, tomorrow was hours away. As he walked around the truck to open Becca’s
door for her, he couldn’t care less about the morning. All he had thoughts for was
tonight. And her.
Chapter Eight
“H ow many nights?” Fingers poised above the computer keyboard, the front desk clerk
waited for Tucker’s answer.
Meanwhile, Becca stood slightly behind him so the guy behind the counter wouldn’t
be able to see the guilty expression she was sure was evident on her face—not to mention
the flush that was most likely still present from the orgasm she had experienced in
the truck. She glanced one more time over her shoulder to make sure Emma or Jace wasn’t
lurking nearby. She certainly didn’t need her sister or Tucker’s friend standing here
with them while they booked a hotel room for the night so they could have sex.
“Just one.” Good thing Tucker answered because Becca wasn’t sure she would have been
able to get through this whole registering for a hotel room for their one-night stand
process if she’d been in charge of the check-in.
One-night stand . . . Jeez, what the hell was she thinking?
A quick review of her life over the past few months squashed that momentary doubt.
It was about time she enjoyed herself; that’s what she should be thinking. She deserved
a little fun after having worked hard her entire life, both in school and in her career.
Lot of good that did her. It had left her with nothing but a written recommendation
and a severance check from Vassar—small comfort in the line at the unemployment office,
where she’d be if she didn’t ace this interview tomorrow.
Then there was her personal life. She’d devoted years to working on her relationship
with Jerry. All it had left her with was ten extra pounds on her ass and thighs and
scratches in the paint on her door frames from when he’d moved his shit out.
No more. Time for less work
“That’s not it.” In the dim light of the truck, she watched him as he tried to read
the emotions crossing her face. “If you really are okay paying for it, then I’d like
it if we did . . . get a room, I mean.” Her gaze dropped away from his, though why
she was so shy and insecure he had no clue.
Hell, he’d give a lot more than the cost of a hotel room to be with her. Alone, behind
closed doors, and in a cool, comfortable place where they could both stretch out naked
on a nice big bed with lots of room to get creative. That was truly priceless.
The thought had his heart beating faster and the pulse throbbing in his erection.
“Trust me. It’s fine.”
“Okay.” Ducking her head so it didn’t hit the ceiling of the truck, she backed up
and managed to turn herself around and sit facing forward in the passenger seat as
she refastened her jeans.
He took a steadying breath and dashed the sweat from his forehead. Between the heat
of the summer night and the heat between him and Becca, Tuck was even gladder they
were going inside to a nice, air-conditioned hotel room. Getting sweaty with a woman
after some good sex was one thing, but he’d rather not start out that way.
Opening his door, he got out and stood, stretching his back in the process before
he reached behind the seat for his gear bag. Under the guise of getting his payout
envelope, he also grabbed the other necessity he’d need for the night, the condoms
Jace had supplied him with.
As he shoved both into the pockets of his jeans, he spared barely a thought to what
Jace might or might not be doing at the moment with Emma. If Becca wasn’t worried
about her sister, then he wasn’t, either. Jace was a good guy and Tuck knew his friend
could definitely take care of himself, and would take good care of Emma, too.
Jace and Emma were probably at that very moment wondering what he and Becca were doing.
It was a funny thought. There’d likely be an inquisition in the morning, for both
of them.
Lucky for him, tomorrow was hours away. As he walked around the truck to open Becca’s
door for her, he couldn’t care less about the morning. All he had thoughts for was
tonight. And her.
Chapter Eight
“H ow many nights?” Fingers poised above the computer keyboard, the front desk clerk
waited for Tucker’s answer.
Meanwhile, Becca stood slightly behind him so the guy behind the counter wouldn’t
be able to see the guilty expression she was sure was evident on her face—not to mention
the flush that was most likely still present from the orgasm she had experienced in
the truck. She glanced one more time over her shoulder to make sure Emma or Jace wasn’t
lurking nearby. She certainly didn’t need her sister or Tucker’s friend standing here
with them while they booked a hotel room for the night so they could have sex.
“Just one.” Good thing Tucker answered because Becca wasn’t sure she would have been
able to get through this whole registering for a hotel room for their one-night stand
process if she’d been in charge of the check-in.
One-night stand . . . Jeez, what the hell was she thinking?
A quick review of her life over the past few months squashed that momentary doubt.
It was about time she enjoyed herself; that’s what she should be thinking. She deserved
a little fun after having worked hard her entire life, both in school and in her career.
Lot of good that did her. It had left her with nothing but a written recommendation
and a severance check from Vassar—small comfort in the line at the unemployment office,
where she’d be if she didn’t ace this interview tomorrow.
Then there was her personal life. She’d devoted years to working on her relationship
with Jerry. All it had left her with was ten extra pounds on her ass and thighs and
scratches in the paint on her door frames from when he’d moved his shit out.
No more. Time for less work
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