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)
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
DARBY
The sun is high in the sky when I wake up, and I realize two things.
One, this is the most comfortable bed I’ve ever slept in in my life. It’s not too soft, and it’s cozy, and the blankets are perfect. I slept like the dead, with not one nightmare in sight.
And two, I’m not alone.
Tucker is behind me, his heavy arm draped around my waist and holding my stomach, as if he’s making sure I don’t run away in the middle of the night. His thigh is tucked between mine, and I can feel his breath on my neck. His cock is full and hard, and pressed against the cleft of my ass, and I want to wiggle against him, to move just slightly so he can push inside me.
But he’s still breathing deeply, slowly, still clearly in sleep, and that gives me time to take stock of . . . everything.
I saw him naked last night, and I was too damn out of it to really enjoy him. Don’t get me wrong, I ogled the shit out of this incredible man. His body is something the Greek gods would be jealous of. Every inch is sculpted perfectly, as if from marble. I counted eight abs, which I thought was something romance novels lied about, and he’s so tall, so broad, so . . . delicious.
I want to get my mouth on him.
I also wonder if that’s a mistake. During our time together over the past couple of days, Dr. Fisher talked about Tucker a lot. About what an incredible rancher he is and how much I can learn about the animals here. It reiterated to me that I shouldn’t be trying to pursue something physical with Tucker and blurring the lines of personal and professional.
But then, in the middle of a major freak-out last night, Tucker came to my rescue. I didn’t have to ask, he just knew that I needed him, and it was everything. He calmed me down, got me back here, and he took care of me.
I’ve never had someone other than a hairdresser blow my hair dry.
I’ve never allowed anyone to see my scars.
I’ve never done any of this before, and as scary as it is, it’s also intriguing, and I don’t want it to stop.
“You’re thinking way too hard, Duchess.”
I didn’t hear his breath change. He tightens his grip on me, hugging my back to his front, and presses his lips to my hair.
“Good morning.” My voice is raspy with sleep and lust, and now I let my hips move, circling back against his erection.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he grumbles into my ear. “How are you doing this morning?”
“I feel rested.” I circle my hips again, making him groan. “And—”
I don’t get to complete the thought before I’m turned onto my back and Tucker’s lips cover mine as his hand cups my breast, over the borrowed shirt, and I loop my leg over his hip.
“No more waiting,” he murmurs against my lips. “If I don’t sink inside you, I’ll go out of my goddamn mind.”
“We can’t have that.” I grin and push my fingers in his hair, holding on as he continues to devour my mouth. I feel him shift, shoving his shorts down, and then he’s trying to tug my shirt off, making us both chuckle. “Here.”
I sit up long enough to get naked, and then his eyes are drinking me in, from my face to my toes and back up again.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
I wrinkle my nose. “It’s the horniness talking.”
“No, baby, it’s me looking at you that’s talking. I’m not a kid.” He drags his nose down my cheek to my jawline, and then he rests his forehead on my shoulder and growls, “Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?”
He exhales and looks at me. “I don’t have condoms, sweetheart.”
Clearing my throat, I drag my fingertips down his cheek. “I’ve got pregnancy covered. And I’m healthy.”
He blinks down at me, and then a line forms between his eyebrows.
“Are you telling me that I can—” He swallows hard and grinds his hard cock in my slit, making me whimper. “That I can fuck you bare?”
“If you’re also healthy, yes.”
“Do you want the medical records?”
“No, I’ll take you at your word. Also, I never do this without protection.”
His green eyes glow as he watches me, as if he’s trying to decide if I’m telling the truth.
“I promise, Tuck—”
“I’m good to go,” he whispers. “And I’ve never been inside anyone without a condom.”
I cup his face and bring his lips down to mine, nibbling his mouth. “Are you going to fuck me or what, Hotshot?”
With a growl, his mouth plunders mine, kissing me deep and hard, and his hand drifts down my stomach to my core. When his fingers brush over my clit and then farther to my entrance, I whimper against his lips.