Rumor Going 'Round (Lyrics and Love #3) - Lind, Samantha Page 0,63
back, leaving a mark on his skin like he’s left on my heart.
His pleasure-filled grunts and satisfied smirk tell me that he’s feeling just as good as I am. His release comes hard and fast, filling me with one last snap of his hips against my own. “Damn, baby,” he pants, pinning me to the bed. My legs stay wrapped around his hips, my ankles locking behind his back as we both recover.
Once he’s caught his breath, he pulls back slightly, looking down at me still pinned beneath him. “You good?” he asks sweetly.
“Never been better,” I tell him, meaning every word.
The smile that fills his face could light up a room. He brushes a few strands of hair out of my face before he kisses me sweetly. No urgency, no need to deepen the kiss. He pulls back again, leaving just enough space between us that we can easily look into each other’s eyes. “I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you, too,” I tell him as I feel tears slide from my eyes and down the sides of my cheeks and into my hairline.
“Why the tears?” Tucker asks, wiping them away.
“Because I’ve never told someone that and felt it so deeply. I thought I knew what love was before, but it was nothing like what I feel with you.” He doesn’t answer me with words; I don’t need them. He kisses me again, this time a little more urgency in his kiss.
18
Tucker
The past month has flown by. I can’t believe Christmas is already upon us, but here it is.
“Daddy?” Paisley calls for me from the other room.
“Yes?” I answer, walking into the living room.
“We need your help,” she says, doing her best to reach the top of the tree.
“I’ll pick you up; just give me a second,” I tell her, setting down the steaming mugs of hot chocolate. We didn’t get a tree set up until last week, just due to crazy schedules, and I’ve held off on decorating it until Paisley, Lindsay, and I could all do it together. It just so happens that today, three days before Christmas, is that day. So, we decided to make a day of it. Decorate the tree and house; we’re going to try our hand at baking some cookies later, and round out the night with some takeout and a movie night with the classic The Santa Clause.
I pick Paisley up, setting her on my shoulders and handing her the ornament she wanted to place higher on the tree than she could reach with the stool. It takes her about twenty more minutes to get all the ornaments on the tree with Lindsay and my help, but once it's done, it looks perfect. I plug in the lights and step back to see it glow in the front window. “You ladies did a great job,” I praise them both.
“You helped, too; we can’t take all the credit,” Lindsay says. I hold an arm open, and she tucks herself right into my side. With Paisley on the other, we all stand back and admire our handiwork.
“It looks beautiful,” Lindsay agrees. “Are we ready to make some cookies now?” she asks both Paisley and me.
“Cookies!” Paisley cheers and bolts for the kitchen.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” She laughs.
I pull Lindsay into a hug, tucking my hands into her back pockets and cupping her ass. It’s a delectable one that I can’t keep my hands off of. “I’ll clean up the boxes and stuff, and then be in to help the two of you,” I tell her, before sweeping some hairs off her face and tucking them behind her ear. I drop a quick kiss to her lips before stepping away. If I’d have allowed the kiss to go longer or deeper, I don’t know that I’d have had the willpower to stop kissing her. We’ve been apart so much the last few weeks, due to our conflicting schedules, that I need that connection with her. She grounds me, and I almost feel lost without her.
“Sounds good; we’ll be waiting,” she tells me before going to join my daughter in the kitchen. I stay put, listening to them talking as Lindsay reads off the ingredients they need for the cookies they’re starting with. As they begin pulling everything out, I get a move on it so that I can join them sooner than later.
“The Cookie Monster has arrived,” I announce as I enter the kitchen a little while later. The mixer is whipping