She tightened her legs around him as he continued his slow, maddening foreplay. Her inner walls clenched, needing to be filled by him. She’d never felt so needy before, but the hunger to have him inside her was making her crazy.
Reaching between them, she slid her hand down the cut ridges of his abdomen. He shuddered under her touch. When she dipped her hand under the waistband of his pants, skating lower and lower, his big body trembled, making a smile touch her lips.
Fisting his thick length, she wasn’t surprised by his size or that he was commando. The man was big all over. She couldn’t wait for him to push inside her. She stroked him once, loving the way he trembled under her touch. He was solid and hot and his reaction was all for her.
“Tucker,” she rasped out, not sure what she wanted to say and unable to formulate much anyway.
His head lifted, his breathing erratic. The dark look in his eyes had another shot of lust punching through her. Oh yeah, he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
Thankfully she didn’t have to say anything; he just leaned over to the bedside table and found a condom. She felt a little bad about using her friend’s stash and bed, but not bad enough to stop what they were doing.
Nothing could do that, short of a freaking explosion in the house.
She yanked the condom from his hand, taking him off guard. “Strip,” she demanded softly. As she tore the wrapper open, Tucker sat up and shimmied off his pants.
She sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of him. Feeling him and seeing him were two different beasts. The man was truly stunning. Thick and long, his cock jutted up against his lower abdomen. She wished it was brighter in here so she could see every inch of him.
Beautiful would never work as a description for Tucker. He was far too masculine, too . . . Her brain short-circuited as he bent forward again, crawling up her body. As he moved, she reached for him, stroking him again, once, twice, three times—
“Condom,” he rasped out, plucking it from her other hand.
She’d wanted to put it on him, but he moved quickly, rolling it over his erection before he covered her body with his.
His mouth descended on hers, hungry and demanding. She wrapped herself around him as her lips met his. Digging her feet into his butt, she shuddered as his cock nudged her entrance. She couldn’t ever remember being so turned on before, so wet.
Everything about Tucker had her questioning her sanity, but she knew without a doubt that she’d regret not doing this, not experiencing every second of pleasure with this incredible man.
She tugged his bottom lip between her teeth and arched into him, rubbing her breasts against his chest. The friction had her shuddering, but she completely lost all thought when he pushed inside her.
Her inner walls clamped around him as he thrust fully into her. She sucked in a breath as he stretched her. He paused a moment, seeming to understand she needed to adjust. Pleasure spiraled through her when he began moving inside her. She dug her fingers into his back and rolled her hips against his, meeting him stroke for stroke as he started thrusting into her.
He tore his mouth from hers, nibbling a path along her jawline, using his teeth and tongue.
“Tucker.” His name was pretty much all she was capable of saying at this point. She raked her fingers down his back, only stopping at his muscled ass.
Each time he thrust inside her, the muscles clenched, the action making her even wetter. The man’s body was like a work of art, all perfect lines and striations. She could just imagine how he’d look under her as she rode him. Something she definitely wanted to try.
Just the thought made her tighten around him.
He groaned, burying his face against her neck. All his muscles were pulled tight and his breathing was hard, ragged. Raking his teeth against her sensitive skin, he nipped at her when he reached where her neck and shoulder met. “Touch yourself,” he murmured, the order in his voice spiraling right through her, hitting all her nerve endings.
She reached between their bodies and touched her clit. She hadn’t thought she’d be able to climax again, but it didn’t take much stimulation until she was shuddering beneath him.
Pleasure poured through her when another orgasm hit, the combination of his strokes, talented mouth, hands, and her own touch too much. As soon as she let go, he did too.
“Fuck, Karen,” he growled before crushing his mouth over hers again. His tongue danced against hers in the same way their bodies were joining, raw and primal.
She loved how he didn’t seem to hold back at all as he continued slamming into her. As her orgasm ebbed, his did too, the rush of endorphins leaving her feeling sated and lethargic.
She wasn’t sure how much time passed, but eventually he pulled out of her. Too tired to move, she watched as his butt flexed and clenched when he went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
He returned seconds later, moving with a surprisingly graceful quality. Like a skilled predator. But his expression was soft as he crawled onto the bed next to her and pulled her into his arms.
She curled into him, wrapping her arms around his waist as she buried her face against his chest. “You really are a furnace,” she murmured into him. Despite the situation, she felt safe and cared for in his arms.
He let out an amused grunt, those talented, callused fingers stroking down her spine in a way she could definitely get used to. “No regrets?” The hint of worry in his voice surprised her.
Laughing, she shook her head and looked up at him. “No, just wondering if we have time to do that again before we have to go in.”
His eyes heated with pure lust as they dropped to focus on her mouth. “We . . . should check in with Selene first.” The words seemed to be torn from him.
Sighing, she glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. It was close to one in the morning. Yeah, according to Selene’s timeline, Ortiz and Freeman would be here soon enough. Karen wanted to call first just to make sure the schedule hadn’t changed. “You’re right.” Groaning, she buried her face against his chest. She hated that they had to leave, but she didn’t regret a thing.
After a few long moments, she started to roll off him, but he pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her like a vise. He brushed his lips over hers. The kiss was gentle and almost chaste, but at the same time not. She could feel his erratic heartbeat, a match to her own.
Finally he pulled back, leaving her wanting more. “When this mess is figured out, I want . . . to take you out on a date.” He laughed then, the sound harsh and abrupt. “I actually want more than a date, but I just . . . damn it, I’m no good at this—”
“I want more too. Dating and definitely more of this,” she said, a grin tugging at her lips as she wiggled against him. Who would have guessed he was so sweet beneath that tough exterior?
“Yeah?” He seemed so hesitant it was hard to believe.
“Yeah.” She dropped another kiss on his lips, lingering longer than she should, because she knew that in the next hour things were going to change.
She knew he was innocent, but that wouldn’t matter if enough evidence piled up against him. But she was on his side and planned to use all the resources at her disposal to prove it.
Chapter 13
Blood choke: aka carotid restraint. A type of strangulation applied from an opponent’s back in which the attacker compresses one or both carotid arteries (not the airway), causing a lack of blood flow to the brain. Causes unconsciousness after ten seconds, death if longer.
Rayford rubbed his gritty eyes, but nothing could relieve the tension humming through him. He’d been at Hillenbrand’s for most of the day, and then they’d called another meeting with all their associates.