Emma almost wilted with relief. He wasn’t quite as calm and removed as he appeared. He’d seemed so remote and cool that her courage had almost deserted her. She was used to the easy warmth of his smile and the sensual invitation in his eyes and felt as if she’d lost something incredibly special when it was no longer there.She rubbed her hand over his chest, loving the way the crisp hair felt against her palm and the play of muscles flowing beneath the skin. Tucker covered her hand with one of his, flattening it against his chest and keeping it from its exploration.“What do you want me for? If you want a quick fuck, I can probably accommodate you.” He curled his fingers around hers and dragged them down until she was touching the front of his towel. There was no mistaking his erection. She skimmed her fingers over the hard length that pushed against the thick cotton, making it tent out in front of him.His words were crude, but his touch was gentle. He wasn’t going to make this easy for her, but why would he?
