Never Say Never (Haven Harbor #3)

Chapter 31

THIRTY-ONE

WOULD IT HELP IF I SAT ON YOUR FACE?

T ucker

Daisy isn’t in her room when I arrive in Florence the next afternoon. The lady at the desk speaks mostly Italian, but we manage to communicate enough for her to let me know that she will call her. The phone just rings and rings, so I have no choice but to sit in the tiny lobby and wait for her. I have no clue how long I’ll be waiting. Hours? Days? I’ll sit here as long as I need to. I check her Instagram page to see if she posted recently, but there is nothing. It doesn’t matter. I am finally going to get to see her.

Knowing that we’re so close sends my heart racing. My knee bounces a steady rhythm as I keep my eyes fixed on the hotel door. Finally, it swings open, and I jump out of my seat when Daisy walks into the tiny lobby looking down at her phone. She smiles at the woman at the front desk as she passes her.

“Ciao, Anna.”

“Ciao, bella.”

Anna nods in my direction with a mischievous expression, and Daisy turns then freezes on the spot as a look of shock transforms her face.

She does a double take when she sees me, as if she can’t quite believe I’m real. Then she is running in my direction. I catch her when she jumps into my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. My mouth crashes into hers with a desperate need and a wild energy as my hands grip her ass tight, and my tongue plunges inside her mouth. I want her in the worst way possible then I remember where we are, but I can’t bring myself to stop. Anna will just have to enjoy the show.

When Daisy unclasps her heels from behind my back and drops down to her tiptoes, I take her in. She looks beautiful in a pair of faded jean shorts and a tank top. Her long hair is tied back in a high ponytail accentuating her cheekbones. She smells like suntan lotion and lemons. Her skin is a perfect golden bronze. She isn’t wearing any makeup and while she always looks incredible when she’s all done up, this is the way I love her best. My entire body shivers as she drags her hands up my chest, circling her arms around my neck again.

“I can’t believe this. What are you doing here?”

“I missed you.”

She gives me a sweet smile before going up on her toes to kiss me again.

“I thought I’d be able to do it,” I say, watching her eyes soften. “I tried my best. I had a plan to focus on spring training. Work hard. Look after my players. FaceTime you every night. The three months without you were going to fly by and before I knew it, you’d be back home… with me.”

“But you missed me.”

“Like fuck.”

She giggles as I hold her tighter.

“I had to see you, so here I am. I hope it’s okay.”

Italy was her trip. Her dream. I didn’t think to ask her if it was okay that I come, I just booked the first flight I could find and got on the plane as fast as I could. Now I’m standing in front of her realizing that maybe I should have checked in with her first. My heart pounds in my chest.

“I realized halfway through the first day that I didn’t want to be here without you. Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed you?” She fists my shirt in her hands, tugging my face down to hers and the room falls away. “So, yes, Tuck… it’s more than okay.”

“Good.”

She smiles, tugging my face even further until her lips are on mine. I seal my mouth over hers. Goddamn, she tastes so good. Like lemons and sugar. My tongue searches for hers, and then we’re kissing again without caring who’s watching.

The kiss is full of longing and lust. Bold and special. Everything Daisy. And it’s over too soon. I growl, and Daisy laughs and shakes her head.

“Wait,” she says, her expression turning serious. “How are you here? What about spring training?”

“I need to be back in Reed Point by Monday. Do you think five days is long enough to remind you how fucking good we are together?”

“I haven’t forgotten, but I’d still like you to remind me.”

She goes up on her toes and nips at my bottom lip with her teeth.

“Dais, please invite me up to your room.”

“Would you like to see my room?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

I reach for my suitcase and Daisy leads the way. We jog up a marble staircase and two more narrow flights of stairs, tripping over ourselves to get to her hotel room. We are a hysteria of entwined tongues and scraping teeth, her hands in my hair as I push open the door to her place. I have never been so lost in a kiss before. The space between us feels electric. I taste her, realizing I’ve never experienced this kind of need before. The desire feels like it’s burning me alive. Like I’ve waited for Daisy forever.

I’m grinding my aching cock into her ass as soon as the door shuts behind us. It’s already leaking at the tip at the thought of finally getting her naked. When I tear her shirt over her head, my dick starts to throb. By the time she’s bare standing in front of me, I’m so hard it hurts.

She’s as eager as I am, and it shows when her hands fumble with my belt. And because I can’t take another second of my dick being confined to my pants, I help her with the buckle then get to work on the button and the zipper.

Fuck, I need her. Finally, we’re both naked and I’m walking her backwards to the small kitchen table—the closest surface I can see—where I hoist her up, so she’s perched on the edge. I cage her in as her legs spread wide for me, my swollen cock trapped between us.

I plan on making up for lost time.

“Fuck, baby, I missed you.” The smooth skin of her body presses against mine, and I melt into her, letting the warmth of her seep into me.

“Do you feel better now, or would it help if I sat on your face?”

Fuck. That sounds so fucking hot.

“Tucker!” She squeals when I hoist her off the table. “What are you doing?”

Her legs wrap around me as I carry her to the bedroom, dropping her onto the mattress before flipping her so she’s straddling my waist. “Hands on the headboard and sit on my face, Dais.”

I help her shimmy over my chest with my hands on her hips until she’s straddling my face, and I have her two ass cheeks in my hands. “Spread your legs wider, baby.” I groan when I pull her center over my face, licking her mercilessly and sucking on her clit.

“Tuck… my God… your mouth,” she moans in desperation as she writhes on top of me. It only spurs me on. I use my fingers to spread her wide open, then I’m feasting on her, licking her up and down.

I have fantasized about this for weeks, and the reality that I am finally tasting her is enough to drive me out of my mind. I try to read her cues, sucking her harder if she groans or her legs begin to shake, and I find the perfect rhythm when I slide one finger into her, and she begins to ride my face like a wild horse.

She doesn’t stop, and neither do I, until she’s cursing my name and coming on my face, riding every last wave of her orgasm. “Tuck,” she breathes after she collapses over top of me. I catch her, rolling her onto her back beside me before I’m sprawling my body over hers, kissing the life out of her. I know she can taste herself on my lips. That thought alone is enough to make every drop of blood in my body flow to my already aching hard-on.

I kiss her tenderly before the need to have her is like a freight train barreling down the tracks, and I can’t take it any longer. I rise to my knees between her parted thighs, staring at my girl lying naked on the bed for me. The sunshine seeps through the window, casting a warm glow over her skin. My gaze roves over every inch of Daisy, her flat stomach, ample tits. Her wavy hair fans across the pillow, a mess from my hands flying through it.

Mine. She is mine.

I’ve never felt luckier in my life.

“Tuck.” Her legs fall open ever further. “I need you.”

I think that this is when it’s over for me. My heart feels like wild horses in my chest. She’s perfect. We’re finally together. She isn’t going anywhere.

She whimpers when I tease her with the head of my cock, sliding over her slick entrance. She’s soaked. Fuck me.

“Please, Tuck.” She goes up on her elbows as she watches me tease her clit, her thighs beginning to tremble. Her hips rock up and down, needing more. I lean forward capturing her mouth then I line myself up with her entrance and sink inside.

“Yes.” She lets out a sated moan, her fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs.

I start slow, my cock so sensitive, I know there’s no way I’m going to last. I play with her nipples, tugging hard on one and then the other. I reach my hand between her legs and thrust into her harder and faster.

“You feel so good. You’re perfect, Daisy. Nobody will ever see you like this again. Only me. I’m the only one who gets to fuck this body. Say it, Dais. Tell me I’m the only one.”

“Tuck.” She moans and gasps, arching her back, gripping the sheets.

“Say it, rebel. Say it now. I need to hear you say it.”

“Only you,” she manages to get out. “Only you will ever fuck me like this.”

“Good girl. That’s my good fucking girl.”

And then I’m picking up the pace, driving myself deeper with every thrust.

“Right there, Tuck. Please. Don’t stop.”

My name on Daisy’s lips is all it takes to come hard, my limbs shaking, emptying inside her until my body is spent and lifeless. I want to end every day like this, hearing my name on her lips as she’s coming undone, for the rest of my life. This girl is everything I want. Everything I need.

I kiss her hard as she clings to me, my one hand on her jaw, the other in her hair. I can’t get close enough to her if I try.

“I think it’s obvious how much I missed you.” I kiss her again, slowly pulling out of her before climbing out of bed. I walk to the bathroom to find a washcloth then I crawl back into bed and clean up the mess that I made.

“Should we wander around Italy?” she asks, sitting up in bed, pulling the bedsheet over her chest. I shrug, then I climb into bed next to her, wrapping her up in my arms.

“I think I’d rather stay here naked in bed with you.”

“I think I’d like that too.”

I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.