Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 150878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 754(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 150878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 754(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
God he was beautiful though. Big and hard and perfectly formed. I ran a finger along a vein and then licked the drop of moisture from his tip. He made another sound of desperate anticipation, and I gave him a small push so that he staggered back and fell into the upholstered chair behind him. Then I pulled his jeans farther down around his ankles and he kicked out of them so I could push them aside. I positioned myself between his thighs, meeting his stunned eyes once before I lowered my head and took him in my mouth. He bucked his hips, and I swirled my tongue, taking one long suck as he gave another helpless thrust, making incoherent sounds of pleasure.
I felt powerful and wonderful and, though I loved fighting with Tuck, I also loved pleasuring him, and never in my life had I felt this intoxicating mix of physical and emotional reactions to any man.
I bobbed my head, sliding up and down on his shaft faster and faster until he let out a growl and another thrust, pressing my shoulders so that my mouth disengaged with a pop. He had his head thrown back and he dug his fingers into my shoulders as he came, his abdominal muscles straining and tightening with each wave of pleasure.
Then his muscles went lax, and he sunk into the chair, bringing his hand to his hair as he raised his head. “My God. I told you,” he said, voice laced with a smidge of embarrassment. “I’m surprised it took that long.”
I breathed out a small laugh as I picked up his T-shirt and swiped it over his lower stomach. Then I leaned forward again, kissing the spot I’d just cleaned and dragging my lips around his naval.
“Earlier, when I mentioned that hayloft where you found peace, what were you thinking?” I propped my chin on his stomach and looked up at him. He still looked drugged and satisfied and very, very beautiful, candlelight caressing his features in both shadows and highlights.
“How do you know I was thinking anything?”
“Because I know your expressions, Tuck.” I ran my short fingernails over his hip and felt the beginnings of another erection stir at my breasts. His eyes went sort of dreamy as he looked down at me. “Even now. I know when you’re keeping secrets.”
I brought my other hand to the opposite hip and scraped my fingernails over his skin and then leaned up slightly so I could do the same to his inner thighs. I watched as he stiffened into an erection again even though the evidence of his recent orgasm was still drying on his lower stomach. I wrapped my hand around him, and he let out a hum. “Tell me,” I cajoled, giving a slow stroke.
“Oh God, Em. Uh, I was thinking about how you always liked to disturb my peace. A lifetime thorn in my side.” He smiled but it was fleeting. When he met my eyes, I saw the earnestness in his expression. “I never could dig you out. Time hasn’t changed that, and I don’t have any desire to try.”
My heart gave a kick. Tuck. He could be so sweet when he wanted to be. And oh I loved hearing his secrets.
He put his hand on mine and forced me to halt midstroke. He began to sit up, his stomach muscles bunching. “And do you want to know what I’m thinking now?”
A thrill whirled through me. “Yes.”
“I’m thinking that if I don’t get inside you, I might die, and there’s a bed right behind us and I mean to make use of it. Is that okay with you?”
My mouth went dry, nipples pebbling, and all I could do was nod. His eyes moved lazily to my chest and stayed there for a moment. And then he stood up, pulling me to my feet as he walked me backward, both of us laughing as we tumbled down.
thirty-five
Tuck
I hadn’t known lust like this. I tried to tell myself the arousal coiled around my muscles and pumping through my veins was only natural considering how long I’d been celibate, but I knew very well that was a lie. Sure, that was part of it. But mostly, it was her. No one got me going like Emily. No one brought out my emotions like her. No one else both pressed my buttons and turned me on. No one stirred my soul like the woman beneath me. I wanted her desperately. But I also needed to keep her safe. “Before this goes too far… I need to check for condoms.”
“I have an IUD,” she murmured. And then she pressed against my aching erection, now standing at attention even though I’d climaxed not five minutes before.
I swallowed back a moan. And the knowledge that I didn’t have to worry about coming inside her sent a bolt of excitement through my body. But I took a breath. I didn’t want this to end too soon. Somewhere beyond the lust was this vague fear that we were on borrowed time. Like a shooting star speeding through the galaxy—hot and dazzling—but destined to burn out. Something told me I needed to relish every blazing moment. I barely wanted to blink. I breathed her in as I kissed down her throat, the moment slowing, her muscles softening beneath me.