Fall From Grace(28)

I smiled at his pride, but inwardly frowned.  Oh, Tucker life can change in an instant.  “Wow, sounds like you have everything all set.”

“Yeah, only thing that I’ve been missing is the beautiful girl, but I think that changed recently.”   He slowed his car to a stop, still watching me.  I had no idea how he didn’t crash into something, and as horrible as the thought of having an accident was, at the moment it was more than welcoming.  I looked out through the windshield and saw the amazing view of Manhattan’s skyline glowing against the dark sky.  I hadn’t noticed where he drove me, but we were in some sort of scenic parking lot like teenagers.

Tucker turned on his audio system and Joe Cocker’s voice wafted through the speakers.  Oh my God, I hated this song.

You are so beautiful

To me

Can't you see

You're everything I hope for

You're every, everything I need

You are so beautiful to me

Before I could even ask him to change the song, even though I had a strong feeling his whole playlist would be cheesy love songs, he leaned across the seat and kissed me.  I was completely taken off guard and I gasped.  He pulled me closer to him and let out a soft moan.  Give him a chance.

“You are so beautiful to me,” he sung the words into my lips.  His tongue slipped into my mouth, while his hands deftly unzipped my jacket.

He leaned into me harder and I fell back against the window.  His hot chapped lips traveled along my jaw, down my neck, lingering on my collarbone.  I tried to push him away from me, but his kisses never stopped.  His hands roamed all over me, lifting up my shirt, grabbing at me roughly with one hand, and ripping the button of my pants off with the other.  The button went sailing through the car, smacking against his windshield.  He tried to thrust his hand down the front of my pants.  Worst moves ever.

Fast images flashed through my thoughts, someone smashing the car door open, screaming at Tucker to get off me; the one I’ve been looking for.  I wish.

“Uh, Tucker.  Whoa.”  I whispered.

He sat back immediately. “Grace, I’m, I’m sorry,” he stammered.  “I don’t know what came over me.”  He reached out and lifted my chin to look in my eyes.  “It’s just that you drive me crazy. You are so beautiful and I want to be with you.”  He grabbed the back of his neck and rubbed it.  “Grace, the way you were kissing me, I thought you wanted me too.”

I sat up and fixed my shirt.  I watched as irritation settled around his eyes.  “I’m sorry, Tucker. This is just going too fast, that’s all.  I really am not the kind of girl who likes to get mauled over in a parked car,” I said.

“I’m sorry. I just really wanted to be with you.  I wanted to be with you before one of the other guys got to you.  You’ve seen Shane look at you,” he said flatly.

“Shane doesn’t want me. He just wants another hole he hasn’t stuck himself in yet.  Tucker, do you really think it would be okay to have sex with me in a car?  After knowing me for a whole…what…three days?  Is that what you think of me?”

“Holy shit, Grace, no.  No way.  I’m so sorry.”  He flicked his hand through his hair and looked away.  “I just really like you a lot.  Please, give me another chance. Let me still take you out to dinner on Wednesday, and I promise I won’t try anything.”

“No harm done.  Well, maybe just to my jeans, but sure, I’ll still have dinner with you.” I tried to give him a smile.