Picturing Perfect

Picturing Perfect by Melissa Brown, Lori Sabin Read Free Book Online

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Authors: Melissa Brown, Lori Sabin
Tags: Contemporary
said, walking to me, his hands reaching out to touch my arms. He stroked the skin until goose bumps rose up to meet his fingers. I shivered and Tucker chuckled, loving the reactions he got from me. Our bodies started to fall into the routine we set a very long time ago.
    He kissed my neck, creating a light trail marked by his lips. I gasped and shivered as chills ran down my spine. Running my fingers through his black hair, I pulled him up to me, pressing my lips to his. Gentle at first, he bit my lower lip, increasing the intensity and making me squirm as his teeth threatened to pierce my skin. He laughed as he crushed his lips back on mine, easing his tongue into my mouth. Together our tongues stroked one another in a comfortable rhythm. I heard the familiar sound of my zipper as Tucker removed my little black dress. He'd always been smooth with that. There were times in college that I didn't even realize I was half naked. I'd be standing there, kissing him, so into it and clueless that my top was off as well as my skirt. Tucker had skills.
    As I stepped out of the dress, I leaned against the bed and removed my bra. Tucker looked me up and down like a predator. I felt hunted. Desired. Ready.
    Tucker guided me down onto the bed, removing his shirt and pants as we kissed, stroked and nuzzled on top of the down comforter.
    "I want you," Tucker said, easing my panties down my legs. When I said nothing in return, he asked, "Do you want me, Hadley?"
    Although I had no idea why, this tiny voice in me said no. I ignored it, though, allowing my hormones and lust to take over completely. I want this. I do, I do.
    "Yes…yes, I want you."
    "Good, that's what I thought," he said, plunging his tongue into my mouth once again, this time not nearly as gentle. He wasn't holding back. He was taking what he felt was already his.
    Within seconds, Tucker was inside me. I gritted my teeth as my muscles struggled to relax. Normally, Tucker would sense my discomfort and slow down, knowing it'd been a while. But, not tonight. Tonight he was urgent and determined. Tonight his thrusts were harsh and fast and I found myself holding on to his shoulders, just trying to keep up with him.
    Just as a familiar pressure was building inside of me, Tucker cried out and sank into my arms. Sighing, I lay there, staring up at the spinning ceiling.
    What the hell was that?
    "Fuck." He ran his fingers through his dark hair and leaned back. "Sorry, that didn't last so long."
    "It's all right," I said casually, attempting to blow it off as the room spun in circles. But, I couldn't help it. My body was disappointed. As much as I'd hoped he'd give me the release I was seeking, I knew it wasn't going to happen.
    "That's what happens when we go so long without having sex," he said, pulling out of me and walking to the bathroom. For a moment, I lay stunned, my stomach flipping uncomfortably. It was true. It had been a long time since we'd had sex. But, even though he was right, his words stung. His tone was harsh and detached.
    Hoping to calm the twisting and turning of the room, I kicked my leg over the side of the bed and planted it on the floor. Do not throw up, do not throw up.
    In between being coherent and completely asleep when Tucker came back to bed, I turned my body toward him, hoping for some resolution, some comfort, something . But, within moments, he was snoring and I lay there, unable to drift to sleep, wondering what had happened to the man next to me. He was no longer the boy I once loved.
     

     
    I woke up shivering, teeth chattering, skin covered in goose bumps. Even though Tucker had gotten himself underneath the covers, he'd left me on top of the comforter without a stitch of clothing on my body.
    Damn him. I deserve better than this.
    Tucker was a selfish man. Why had it taken me so long to really see him? Had he always been like this? Or had something changed in him? Was this why I'd avoided being intimate with him the last few months? Because I

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