Roustabout (The Traveling #3) by Jane Harvey-Berrick

Author:Jane Harvey-Berrick [Harvey-Berrick, Jane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harvey Berrick Publishing
Published: 2015-09-07T22:00:00+00:00

Tera

I tried to sleep.

I needed to be at work at 8AM and it had been a tiring week. But even though I screwed my eyes shut and lay as still as a plank of wood, sleep eluded me. Instead, all my moments with Tucker ran like an erotic, pornographic movie behind my eyelids.

Frustrated, I opened my eyes, staring up at the ceiling.

The blanket of darkness left my eyes wide open, giving me too much space to think. Too much room to corral my wayward thoughts. Too much thinking, too many thoughts, and I tossed and turned restlessly.

The Pacific breeze set off the wind chimes that I kept on the balcony, a sound I usually found soothing; and even the quiet hum of the air conditioning seemed loud.

I was listening out for Tucker: a rustle of sheets as he moved around on the couch, soft footfalls on the floor that meant he was coming to my room. But there was nothing.

Silence.

Sighing with frustration, I tiptoed into the kitchen to get a drink of water. Yes, I could have gotten water from the bathroom, and yes, I could have walked through the bathroom to get to the kitchen. I just happened to walk through the living room instead.

I could see the bulky outline of Tucker’s body on the couch. The sheet had slipped to his waist and I paused beside him, staring at his hard chest, examining the darker shadow of his bruises now that he’d removed his shirt again.

I jumped when he spoke.

“Can’t sleep, sugar?”

“No,” I whispered, then wondered why I was whispering. “No,” I said again, more clearly.

“Me neither.”

He sat up slowly, careful of his damaged shoulder. Then his eyes traveled across my body, pausing at my chest, before looking up at me.

“This ‘friends’ thing is hard,” he said ruefully.

I flopped down next to him on the couch.

“Why did we decide to do this again?” I asked.

He shook his head and sighed. “Because we’re on two different roads, TC. Crossing paths was an accident, but it’s not meant to be.”

I suppressed a giggle at his serious tone. “You’ve been hanging out with that old fortuneteller too much.”

He smiled. “Yeah, probably. Doesn’t make it any less true though.”

“Can’t we make our own road, choose our own path?”

“Do you want to?”

I nodded fervently, but Tucker looked away.

“I don’t see how we . . .”

I placed a finger against his lips.

“Let’s just try.”

He reached for me and then hesitated.

“Fuck, Tera, if we start, I won’t want to stop.”

“I’m not asking you to stop.”

I straddled his lap, lightly resting my hands on his shoulders, and pressed my lips gently against his. A low growl sounded in his throat and he kissed me back, deeply, passionately with an edge of reckless desperation.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since Nashville airport,” he grit out, as his hands slid around to the small of my back, pulling me firmly against his fast-growing erection.

My hands wound into his hair, tightening roughly as our breaths grew ragged, and the way he held me bordered on the edge of painful.

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