And right now, his fingers drew circles along her back and his touch made her tingle.
What was it about Tucker’s hands on her that could send skitters of sensual awareness down her spine?
She supposed it was too early to ask him if he was ready to leave, but for some reason, she wanted to be alone with him. Like now. She slid her hand along his arm and did the same thing to him, letting her palm rest against his chest, her nails digging in just enough to get his attention.
He looked at her with a questioning glance, then smiled as her hand snaked lower, toward his belt buckle. She kept her movements unobtrusive and easygoing so no one would notice. Nothing overt, just enough so only Tucker was aware of what she was doing.
“Something you want?” he asked.
“Definitely.”
He smiled, his movements picking up with a little more intent across her back. When his hand rested on her hip, his fingers tapping on her butt, she inhaled—deeply.
“Tucker.”
The wicked look he gave her was filled with intent and promise. “Yes, Aubry.”
She shifted her gaze to everyone around her, realizing they were engaged in conversation and not paying attention to them, which was a good thing since at the moment she was very much hot and bothered. When her gaze met Tucker’s again, she realized he was still focused on her.
“We’ll continue this conversation later,” she said.
“Yeah. We will.”
Funny how very little had been said between them, but so much had been implied.
But it was good to know they were both on the same page.
AUBRY MADE HIM HARD. JUST HER TOUCHING HIM made him hard, not to mention her hands roaming over his body. Oh, sure, she made it look all innocent, but the looks she gave him, and just the goddamned way she breathed, turned him on.
And now she rested her hand on his thigh while she sipped her wine and talked to her friends like she didn’t know exactly what she was doing.
He finally had to think about something else until his erection subsided, then he slid off the bar stool to get away from Aubry and cool down.
He headed over to watch some of the guys play darts, figuring that would pull his attention from the hot woman who made him want to grab her by the hand, drag her out to the car and bury himself inside of her until the ache making his balls throb went away.
And thinking in those terms wasn’t helping, because now he had a visual of fucking her in the backseat of his car.
Darts. He needed to concentrate on the dart game.
“You should put your tongue back in your mouth, man. People are starting to notice.”
He shot a glare to Trevor Shay. “Fuck off.”
Trevor laughed. “It’s kind of obvious that you have it bad for Aubry.”
Tucker shrugged. “We just started seeing each other. No big deal.”
“It’s the beginning, when things are really hot and heavy. It is a big deal, when you can’t get enough of each other.”
“Is that how it was with you and Haven?”
Trevor’s gaze drifted over to where Haven stood in the middle of the crowd of women. As if she knew he was staring at her, she looked up and smiled. Trevor smiled back. “It’s still like that.”
Tucker shook his head. “She’s so got you hooked.”
“Yup.”
“And you don’t have a problem with that.”
“Not at all. Why would I? She’s gorgeous, smart, and we’ve known each other a long time—long enough to clear all the bullshit out of the way. She knows the worst parts of me, and for some reason she loves me anyway. So yeah—I’m man enough to admit I love her.”
“You make it sound so simple.”
Trevor pushed off the wall and looked at him. “Once you find someone you want to spend the rest of your life with, it really is that simple. Ask any of the guys who are married or with one woman long term. They’ll all tell you the same thing.”
“What thing?” Gavin asked as he and Garrett came over.
“We’re talking about our women,” Trevor said.
“What about them?” Garrett asked.
“How you know when the right one comes along.”
“Oh.” Gavin grabbed his beer from the table next to him and took a long swallow. “Yeah. You might fight it, kicking and screaming for a while. A lot of us don’t realize she’s staring us straight in the face because giving up our freedom is a hard thing to reckon with. But once we think about what it might be like to live without her, it doesn’t take long for common sense to kick in.”