Bad to Be Worthy (Bad to Be Good #2) - Andrew Grey Page 0,31

had been imagining what Tucker looked like without his clothes on for days. He’d gotten tantalizing glimpses, but this was a feast of masculine beauty. And Gerome was willing to bet Tucker had no idea how gorgeous he was.

“What are you doing?” Tucker asked, folding his arms over his chest. “Is something wrong?”

“God, no,” he breathed softly. “Everything is perfect.”

And it was. Gerome closed his eyes and realized that the perfect man, the one of his dreams, the guy that he conjured up in his fantasies, was lying in front of him. Not that he had fantasized about Tucker specifically, but a man like him, with those deep blue eyes flecked with green, and soft, luminous hair.

Tucker smiled and let his arms fall to his sides, giving Gerome a view of all of him. Gerome tugged his shirt out of his pants and pulled it off, baring himself to Tucker, who reached up, his fingertips glancing over Gerome’s chest and belly. He leaned closer, and Tucker sat up, his hands roaming and discovering. Gerome closed his eyes, taking in the sensation of first exploration.

He drew Tucker down and kissed him, their chests pressing together. Gerome loved the feel of Tucker against him, wrapping him in his arms and pressing them together as he devoured Tucker’s lips.

Tucker arched under him, and Gerome took the chance to open his pants and slip them down. He wanted more, and Tucker held his hips up so Gerome could finish undressing him.

Naked, Tucker was even more stunning. Gerome slipped off the bed, shucking his shoes and slipping out of his jeans and the rest of his clothes before climbing back onto the bed. He wanted Tucker more than he had desired anyone in his life, and that was a little fearsome. Gerome knew he could fall for Tucker. He was fearful sometimes but did what was needed anyway. And Tucker wasn’t afraid to take what he wanted, even from Gerome, which was saying something.

Tucker pulled him down, enveloping Gerome in his arms and legs, wrapping around him tightly. “I want to touch everything and get to know all of you at once.” He chuckled slightly. “And there’s a lot of you to get to know.” Tucker patted his butt and then grabbed hold. “I’ve never been with a guy as strong and powerful as you. It’s like you could break me if you wanted, but you never would.” Tucker sucked at the base of his neck.

“Of course not,” Gerome nearly whined, stretching his neck at the intensity of sensation. “This isn’t about power.”

Tucker pulled away, his gaze boring into Gerome’s. “I know that sometimes it is. Sex and relationships can sometimes be about nothing but power.” He patted Gerome’s chest. “You could be that way if you wanted, but I don’t sense that at all.”

Gerome smiled. Yeah, sometimes sex had been about power and expressing who was in charge. Gerome had experienced a battle of wills in the bedroom on a few occasions, and he hadn’t really enjoyed it. “To me, being with someone is about mutual pleasure and happiness. That’s when it’s at its best.” He kissed Tucker again before sliding his tongue down Tucker’s chin and along his throat. He caressed his sides and belly, moving down to his hips and quivering thighs. Damn, he loved that reaction. It made him feel as though he were important, and Gerome hadn’t felt that way since Detroit. Maybe he did like the fact that he had power… but this time power meant the ability to make Tucker feel good and make those deep, throaty moans he would never tire of hearing. “What is it you like?”

Tucker lifted his head as though he didn’t understand or had simply never been asked the question.

“Didn’t the people you were with before ever ask?” Tucker shrugged, and Gerome narrowed his eyes. “Didn’t they take the time to make it special?”

Tucker groaned softly. “Not everyone cares.” He sighed, and Gerome took Tucker’s hands in his.

“Well, I do.” Then he smiled. “And I get to try to figure it out.” He sucked at one of Tucker’s nipples, already knowing that he enjoyed it. “How about…?” He licked his way down Tucker’s fluttering belly and then over to the top of his hip, sucking lightly at the soft spot just above the bone. He knew if he got the pressure right, the sensation would be somewhere between a tickle and a tease, and… that was it. Tucker gasped and groaned deeply. Perfection.