And he definitely wanted to give it to her. He grabbed a condom from his nightstand, then reached for her legs, pulling her to the edge of his bed.
“Oh, I like where this is going.”
He grasped his dick, stroked it. “This is going in your *.”
She laughed. “Hurry up.”
“You’re taking all the romance out of it, Aubry.”
“Aww. And does that hurt your tender little feelings?”
Now it was his turn to laugh. “I’ll give you some feelings.”
He tore open the condom and put it on, then put his hand over her sex. Her breath sharpened—deep, harsh, her expression changing from playful to very serious as he swept his fingers over her clit.
He wanted her ready for him, and when she lifted against his hand, her eyes closing as he moved his thumb back and forth over the hardening nub, he knew she was primed.
That’s when he cupped her butt, raised her up and slid inside of her.
Her eyes opened and she met his gaze, grabbing his arms to draw him deeper.
She lifted her hips, giving him access to her.
“Damn, you’re pretty here,” he said, looking at her—at them, where they were joined. “I can see my cock going in and out of you. Your * lips grab me, sucking onto me as I slide out of you. You’re so tight and hot and wet, Aubry. All I want to do is stay buried inside of you, to feel you squeeze my cock like this.”
The grip she held on him and the way she looked at him when he fucked her was torture of the best kind. Her gaze was direct and passion filled, and he could feel her wrapping herself around him, inside and out. It was a heady feeling, putting him in a fog of pleasure like he’d never felt before.
He could get so lost in her, in the sensations she wove around him. Her scent, the way she looked at him, the way it felt to be inside of her.
He gripped her hip and raised her leg, nestling against her to take her mouth in a kiss that made him lose himself even further. He tangled his fingers in her hair, breathing in her scent as he drove his cock in deeper. And when she sucked on his tongue, it took everything in him to hold off, to wait, when all he wanted to do was spill inside of her.
Just a few seconds longer. He’d go when she went.
And when she came, it was goddamned perfect. She whimpered against his mouth, squeezed his cock with contractions and raked her nails along his arm. He was pretty sure blinding white lightning hit parts of his brain when he let go. He rocked hard and deep into her as he gave her everything he had.
Spent and sweating, he wrapped his arm around her and just . . . stilled, absorbing the thrumming beats of both their hearts as they settled.
Aubry ran her fingers through his hair with one hand while rubbing his back with the other.
“I might need a shower,” she said. “You’re sweating on me.”
He raised his head to look down at her. “You complaining?”
Her lips curled. “Not a bit.”
He finally got up and pulled her to a standing position. “Let’s go.”
They took a quick shower and he washed her back, kissing all the red spots he’d put on her body with his day’s growth of beard.
Her skin was tender, and he’d scratched it. But she didn’t seem to mind, which was a good thing, because he sure as hell liked touching her—especially with his mouth.
They got out of the shower and dried off. She went into his closet and came out wearing one of his T-shirts.
He didn’t mind that, either. He grabbed a pair of sweats and climbed into those.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry,” he said.
“You are, huh?”
“Yeah. Sex always revs up my appetite.”
She shook her head. “Don’t look at me, Tucker. I’m no great cook.”
“Surely between the two of us we can come up with something simple.”
“Do you have eggs and bacon? I can manage those.”
He led her down the hall and into the kitchen. “Surprisingly enough, that’s one of my specialties, too. That and tuna. I can open a can of tuna like you’ve never seen anyone do before.”
She reached into his fridge and grabbed the carton of eggs. “I’m pretty good with tuna, too. And bowls of cereal. I also make some incredible toast.”
He took out two pans and started laying the bacon in one.
“I hope you don’t like fancy eggs,” she said. “I can only make scrambled.”
He laughed. “Scrambled works for me.”
“You should find a girlfriend who’s a good cook. That should be tops on your list.”
He shifted toward her and put his arm around her, tugging her close. When she looked up at him, he kissed her. “Cooking skills is not high on my list of criteria when picking out women I like.”
She gave him a look. “Really. And what kinds of talents are important to you?”
He let go of her and concentrated on the sizzling bacon. “Oh, you know, the typical things—earning potential and blow job skills.”
She laughed. “Of course.”
He liked that she wasn’t easily insulted, and that she didn’t take him too seriously.
They finished the eggs and bacon and added toast, then sat down to eat.
While she ate, Aubry kept studying him.