Page 38 of Take the Bait
She was starting to like Tucker a little too much for her comfort—to the point where sheknewshe probably needed to tell Madi and Bella about him soon, but she couldn’t quite work up the nerve. She’d never thought this thing with Tucker would go anywhere. She figured he’d grow annoyed at her awkwardness—like most people. But instead, he still just had that little smirk on his face anytime she found herself being embarrassing.
She didn’t quite know what to make of it.
At the sound of footsteps, she turned over and watched Tucker walk in with a tray of elaborately made breakfast foods—pancakes smothered in syrup, crab eggs Benedict, bacon and sausage, and what looked to be some sort of smoothie. Clad ina t-shirt he’d left here for when he slept over and the jeans he’d worn last night, he looked mussed, but alert.
“Good morning, shortcake,” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he set the tray in front of her.
She bit her lip as the smells of the food hit her and her stomach loudly growled. “Where did you even find the ingredients for all of that?”
“Ran to the grocery store real quick.” He sat next to her, grabbing her chin and tugging her in for a kiss. “Gotta make sure my girl keeps her strength up.”
“Oh yeah?” Hanna smirked, grabbing the fork and cutting a slice of the pancake to take a bite. “And why’s that?”
“Because I plan to spend the whole day in bed with you.” He licked a stray smudge of syrup from her lips, and her core fluttered.
“Is that right?” She attempted to sound confident and sexy—but it came out breathless and eager.
“Eat first.” He laughed, then whispered, “More sex later.”
Hanna could get on board with that. She scarfed down the rest of the pancake, feeding every few bites to Tucker, then started in on the crab eggs Benedict.
“How the fuck do you make this so good?” She moaned.
He reached over for the fork and tried to take a bite for himself, but she raised a brow at him. “Um, these aremyeggs Benedict. What do you think you’re doing?”
He snickered. “Is that how it’s gonna be?”
She nodded, mouth full.
As she finished eating, his eyes lingered on her mouth and she grinned.
“Strip,” he said, grabbing the tray from her and setting it on a bedside table.
She eagerly obeyed, kicking off her bright pink comforter and tossing the oversized t-shirt she’d thrown on last night over herhead and his gaze lingered on her tits, on the places he’d marked her the night before.
“Fuck,” he growled, his hands clenching at his sides.
Goosebumps prickled over her skin, anticipation clawing away at her.
“You gonna have your wicked way with me, or what?” Hanna asked, a teasing edge to her tone.
“Is that a challenge?” Tucker said, his eyes feral.
Hanna’s breath caught. She nodded, her eyes wide, heart pitter-pattering as she waited for what he’d do next.
His gaze caught on a scarf hanging over her dresser, and he snatched it while her brows furrowed in confusion.
“How do you feel about being tied up?” He asked, his voice gravelly.
Oh.
Oh.
He wanted to?—
Okay, then.
Hanna could feel wetness pooling between her legs as she responded, breathless, “I’d like that.”