Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
I mean, I’m not above doing it, but I can get up and go down to him.
Before I can move, I feel hands, rough with calluses, rub up my calves, and every nerve in my body sits up and preens.
How did I not hear him come in the room?
“I’m coming downstairs,” I mutter as I turn my face to the side and see Tucker smiling down at me. “It just looked so comfy, and I had to see if it’s as good as it looked.”
“And?” he asks.
“It’s better.” His smile is soft as his hands continue to drift up and down my legs. “Do I need to apologize?”
“I just found the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life, in my shirt, on my bed. No, sweetheart, you don’t have to apologize for that.”
He doesn’t make me get up.
No, this man joins me.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
TUCKER
Ithought I was seeing things when I walked into the bedroom and found my girl lying face down on the bed, her smooth legs bare, shirt riding up and barely covering her amazing ass, giving me a glimpse at black underwear. Fucking hell, I want to get my hands on her more than I want my next breath.
“We don’t need to go downstairs,” I inform her as I crawl onto the bed next to her and pull her against my chest and wrap my arms around her. She drags her leg up my thigh and to my hip, and the smile on her lips tells me everything I need to know.
She wants to be right here, in my bed. I’ll never ask her to leave. She can stay forever if she wants to.
“Do you have any idea how absolutely gorgeous you are?” My voice is a whisper. I can’t stop touching her, my fingertips drifting up and down her bare thigh, sending goose bumps over her perfect skin. “How incredible you are?”
“I’m just a normal girl, Tucker.”
I kiss her forehead, breathing her in. She smells like lavender and . . . mine.
“You’re not just anything, sweetheart. Not to me.”
“What is this that’s going on between us?” she asks, her blue eyes suddenly serious as they search my own. “It’s so fast and—”
“Fast? I’ve wanted you for more than five years. Trust me, that’s slow even for me.”
She huffs out a laugh, and I can’t keep my lips to myself any longer. I lean in and kiss her, and she whimpers in the back of her throat, the sweetest noise I’ve ever heard, as her mouth opens for me and my tongue swipes over hers, making us both moan.
Her hips push forward, rubbing against my hard-as-fuck cock that’s not happy about being trapped behind the sweatpants I changed into while she was in the shower.
Her pussy is already hot, and I need to get my hands and mouth and, ultimately, my cock on it. I want to touch her everywhere at once. I want to consume her.
“I’m going to worship this hot little cunt of yours,” I whisper against her lips. Her blue eyes blow wide, and she stares at me for a half a heartbeat and then kisses me again, as if she’s ravenous.
As if she’s been waiting for this forever.
“I like seeing you in my shirt.” My lips drift down her jawline to her neck, and I roll her onto her back so I can take my time exploring her.
“My shirt.”
I grin against her skin and then bite her, making her squirm.
“I’m going to fuck you in my shirt,” I continue as my hand drifts down her chest and cups her perfect breast, plucking at her nipple over the cotton, and she bites her pouty lower lip. “So sensitive.”
“Tucker,” she whispers, and my cock pulses in my pants at the sound of my name on her lips.
“I’m right here.” I scoot down, kissing her over the shirt, and then pull that tight nipple into my mouth, soaking her and the material with my saliva. Her back arches, pushing her breasts up in the most beautiful offering I’ve ever had. Christ, she’s everything I’ve ever wanted. “I’m going to take my time with you.”
“Shocking,” she says, and then moans when I bite her nipple. “Oh God, that’s good.”
“I need to know how much pain you like, Duchess. I need to know everything because I’ll never do anything that you don’t want.”
“The bite felt awesome. You can smack my ass, pull my hair, do just about everything except draw blood, Tucker. I’m not fragile.”
I boost back up and kiss her hard and hungrily, groaning into her mouth. My hand glides down her stomach, and I pull the shirt up so I can dip my fingers into her underwear, and I groan again when I find her already wet as my fingers slip through her slit, from her entrance to her pulsing clit, and she sucks in a sharp breath.