“It’s not a big deal. I’ll work it out. Thanks for coming to the game.” He swept his hand over her hair. “Aren’t you tired?”
She laughed. “Now you sound like my father, who told me I should be home and in bed.”
He brushed his lips across hers. “You should be home and in bed.”
She lingered at his lips. “Then take me there.”
“Let’s go.” He held her hand and led her out the door and to his car. “I’ll drive you to your car.”
He dropped her at her car, then followed her to her condo. She got out and waited for him to park, enjoying the way he walked as he made his way to her front door. He pushed her against the door, his body crowding hers in the best possible way as he pressed the length of his body to hers and kissed her.
She felt wrapped up in him. All of him, from his mouth to his thighs to all the delicious parts of him in between. She breathed him in as he wound his tongue around hers, sucking her tongue in his mouth, making her moan with desperate desire.
She pressed her keys to his chest, a silent signal to get them into the house right now.
He broke the kiss only long enough to open her front door and pull her inside. He shut the door, locked it, then pushed her against it—this time inside, where it was private, where they were alone. Then his mouth was on hers again and he was touching her, making her acutely aware of all of her senses.
She wondered if she’d ever grow tired of this—of sex with Tucker. It seemed like every time they were together, all she wanted was for him to kiss her, to touch her, her thoughts straying to the two of them shedding clothes and getting naked together.
Grow tired of him? Not anytime soon.
He cupped her butt, lifting her against his erection. She dropped her purse to the floor, kicked her shoes off, wishing she could will herself naked so he could touch all of her skin. She reached for his shirt and slid her hands under it to feel the warmth of his body, rewarded with his insistent groan.
When she palmed his shaft through the denim of his jeans, rubbing where it was oh so hard, he deepened the kiss, making her feverish with need. She was suddenly too hot with all these clothes on. She pushed him back and pulled her shirt off, then undid the clasp on her bra and removed that, too.
Tucker’s gaze consumed her, all that raw heat and desire devouring her. He took a step forward and captured one of her aching nipples between his lips, flicking it with his tongue before drawing it into his mouth to suck.
All she could do was hold on to him as pure, delicious sensation rocked her straight to her core, making her tremble as he licked and sucked her nipples, teasing her until she thought she might die from the decadent pleasure.
When he pulled away, she thought he’d lead her to the bedroom. Instead, he undid the buckle of his jeans, then the zipper, pulling his cock out for her. She licked her lips and dropped to her knees, engulfing him.
“Christ, Aubry. That’s good. Suck it hard.”
She gave him what he needed—what she needed. She was so far gone, so in rapture of what they gave each other, that she would have taken him right over the edge if he had let her. But he pulled her up and kissed her again, tugging at her hair in a way that let her know this ravaging passion she felt wasn’t one-sided.
And when he dropped to the floor and pulled her there with him, she knew they’d never make it to the bedroom.
“Condom’s in my pocket,” he said, reaching there while she wriggled out of her jeans and underwear.
Tucker had put on the condom, so she straddled him, balancing her thighs on either side of his hips. She leaned forward, splaying her hands across his chest as she slid onto his cock.
She quivered as she seated herself fully on top of him, her body achingly filled with his cock. She dug her nails into his chest. “That’s good,” she said.
“That’s oh so good.”
He gripped her hips and lifted into her. “Yeah, it is. Now ride me and make us both come.”
She rocked against him, her body clenching as she rolled back and forth. And when he reached up and grasped her breasts to tease her nipples, sparks of sensation shot like an out-of-control fire right to her sex, making her gasp and writhe against him.
Rubbing her clit against him was exquisite, a brutally sweet sensation that drove her close to orgasm. She could feel her * tighten around his cock, could feel the way he swelled impossibly larger inside of her each time he thrust, dragging her closer to the edge.
“That’s it, babe,” he said, his fingers digging into her hips. “Make us come.”
She was panting, her body on the ragged edge where reality was no longer possible. She was all nerve endings, every part of her tuned in to their connection, to the intense way Tucker made eye contact with her as he drove into her. She wasn’t just one person any longer—she was part of him, just as he was part of her.