by Jaci Burton
Hell, more than ready.
So was she, apparently, because he hadn’t even found the light switch before she pushed him against the wall and shoved her body against his. He wrapped his arms around her and bent to take her mouth in a kiss that fired his passion fast and hot.
He fused his tongue to hers, his cock went instantly hard, and he shoved his hands into her hair, holding her head in place so he could explore her mouth, take the kiss deeper. He rocked his cock against her body. In response, she let out a soft, throaty moan that shot straight to his balls. Her hands roamed over him, her nails dug into him, and if he didn’t get her naked right goddamned now he might just explode.
The problem was, it felt really damn good to feel her against him, all her soft parts against his hard parts. He didn’t want to move his cock away from her since he was nestled between her legs, rocking against her.
“You keep doing that and you’ll make me come.”
He lifted his head and looked down at her. “Through all that denim?”
“Okay, it might take me a while, but it sure feels good.”
“It’ll feel even better without clothes.”
She pushed her hips against him. “Then what are we doing in the hall? Let’s get naked.”
He grinned, then reached around to cup her butt, drawing her closer. “I was getting there, it’s just that you feel really good, Aubry.”
Her breath escaped, a slight gasp with it. “Naked, Tucker. Now.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He took her by the hand and led her to his bedroom. He didn’t even bother flipping on the lights, because he knew where all the furniture was in his room. She didn’t, though, which was fine with him, because it forced Aubry to stay close to him. He had her tucked against his side, loving the feel of her soft curves as he directed her to his bed and sat her down on the edge. He bent and pulled off her heels, the ones that made her legs look long and made him think about her wrapping those long legs around him while he pumped into her.
His dick twitched.
Yeah, slow down, buddy.
He raised up and undid the button on her jeans, then the zipper, his fingers colliding with satiny skin as he drew the jeans over her hips and down her legs.
He wasn’t a patient man. Not when sex was involved. And damn if these jeans weren’t glued to her legs. He wanted to tear them off but the moonlight streaming in through the windows reflected off her face, and she was watching him undress her. He crooked a half smile at her.
“I think women wear these jeans on purpose.”
She cocked a brow. “Really. For what reason.”
He sat on his heels. “Multiple purposes, actually. One, they make your ass and legs look amazing.”
She smiled at him. “Thanks.”
“And two, they take fucking forever to get off of you, so you force us to be patient.”
“I don’t recall asking you to be patient. Right now I don’t care if you cut them off. You remember I was the one who suggested we get naked.”
That was the right answer. He hurriedly jerked them down her legs and tossed them onto the nearby chair, then smoothed his hands up her legs, unable to resist touching every inch of exposed skin.
“Now who’s the one forcing patience?” Aubry glared down at him.
He grinned. “But there are so many awesome places on you to put my hands. And my mouth.”
He kissed her thighs, then spread her legs, laying his lips on that sweet spot right where her inner thigh touched the tantalizing lace of her panties. She took in a sharp breath, and that was the sound he wanted to hear, especially when it was followed by a moan when he put his mouth on her sex. Even through her underwear, he tasted her—that sweet, salty, unique flavor that belonged only to Aubry.
He wanted more, so he drew her panties aside and licked her. She moaned, louder and longer this time.
“Oh, God yes. Do that again,” she said. “Just like that. For a really long time. Until I come.”
He could work with that direction. He slipped his tongue inside of her, then licked the length of her, slow and easy. He listened to the sounds she made, using those keys as a road map and enjoying every step of the journey. She tasted like tart honey and he could stay here and lick her up for hours. But eventually she tensed, writhed against him and he could tell she was almost there, so he gave her a little more pressure with his tongue and quickened his pace.
And when she arched against his face and shuddered, crying out his name, he knew she was coming. He tasted her sweet release, lapped it up, his hands on her hips holding her while she shuddered. He kept his mouth on her, giving her that contact she needed until her hips relaxed to the bed.
God, that was good. Feeling Aubry writhe all over his bed, listening to her moans, tasting her—it was all he could do not to interrupt her pleasure by shoving his cock in her until he came. Until they both came. But she tasted so damn sweet, and he wanted her to come first. Now that she had, he wanted to hear those cries again. This time, while he was inside of her.
He crawled up her body, planting kisses along her hip and rib cage, lifting her shirt as he did. He drew it over her head, then unhooked her bra and removed that, too. He made quick work of getting rid of his own clothes, then dropped down on top of her, rubbing his chest against her nipples.
“Mmm,” Aubry said.
“Good?”
“Yeah. Let’s do more of . . . all of that. But with your cock inside of me this time. I could use another orgasm.”
He liked Aubry’s open and aggressive approach to sex. He’d been with women who weren’t vocal, who didn’t tell him what they liked. Not that he minded shy. He could coax a response. But he much preferred a confident woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it.
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 pussy.”
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 pussy 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 f
ew 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.
“Do I have food on my face?”
“No, I was just wondering about your glasses. Did you ever think about having surgery to fix your vision?”
“I’ve thought about it, but I see really well with my glasses and I didn’t want corrective surgery to change the way I zero in on the plate when I pitch.”
She laid her fork down. “So you think if they corrected your vision it would change your pitching.”
“Yeah. The team suggested it. I turned them down. I see just fine with my glasses, and my pitching shows it. No reason to change what works, ya know?”
He scooped a forkful of eggs into his mouth, and she smiled at him.
“Definitely not.”
After he took a drink of juice, he said, “Besides, you have to admit these glasses make me look dead sexy.”
Aubry laughed. “I can’t deny that. I was just curious. I wore glasses from the time I was six years old until midway through college. I couldn’t wear contact lenses because they bothered my eyes. Then I had the corrective vision surgery. That’s why I was wondering if you’d explored the option.”
He pushed his empty plate to the side, then leaned across the table to look at her. “You have beautiful eyes, Aubry. But they’d be just as beautiful if you still wore your glasses. In fact, I’d wager you looked hot in your glasses.”
“Thank you. And you are very sexy in your glasses.”
“I know.”
She rolled her eyes. “And so humble, too.”
“Right?”
She shook her head, then took her plate to the sink and rinsed it. She started to grab the pans but Tucker was right there.
“Leave those. The maid will take care of them.”
She turned around. “You have a maid?”
“No. But you don’t need to do the dishes. Let’s go to bed.”
“I can’t go to bed now. I just ate.” She finished washing the pans and handed them off to him to dry.
He laid the dishes in the drying rack, then leaned against the kitchen counter. “So . . . what do you want to do? Watch some TV?”
“That’ll do for now.”
They curled up on the sofa and Tucker used the remote to scroll.
“That one,” she said as a horror movie came up.
“Are you sure this won’t give you nightmares?”
She leveled a look at him. “I work in the ER. I don’t get nightmares. Besides, this is fake. I deal with some real horrors.”
“Duly noted.”
After the movie ended, he clicked off the remote and stood, then reached for her hand. “Come on. Bed. You yawned your way through the last half hour.”
Stifling another yawn, she let him haul her to her feet. “But it was riveting stuff. Honest.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I’m still going to want hot, passionate sex when we get to bed.”
“I’m happy to oblige.”
He had some spare toothbrushes in the bathroom, so she opened one of the packages and brushed her teeth, then fell onto the bed. When Tucker climbed in next to her, she snuggled her butt against his crotch, closed her eyes and was out cold in less than a minute.
So much for hot riveting sex. He smiled and closed his eyes.
AUBRY WOKE TO THE SMELL OF COFFEE. SHE TURNED over onto her back and stretched, then realized as soon as she opened her eyes that she was most definitely not in her own bed.
Right. Tucker’s bed. Where she’d demanded hot sex and then promptly passed out.
Oh, well. She got up, went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth. She thought about getting dressed, then decided it was too much effort at the moment, choosing instead to follow the coffee smell.
She paused at the end of the hall as she spied Tucker. He wore only his sweats, slung low on his hips as he sipped a cup of coffee. He leaned against the kitchen counter and looked out the window.
He had the most chiseled abs of any man she’d ever been with. And those hip bones . . . God, those hip bones. Did men know what those things did to women? Maybe they did and they wore their pants low like that so women would leach out brain cells, think only of sex and want to drop their panties on command.
If he asked, she’d drop hers. It was a horrifying realization considering she wasn’t some hormonal teenager. She was a smart professional. A freaking doctor, for God’s sake. She’d seen naked men before—plenty of them. Many of them had damn fine bodies, too.
But not like Tucker. She was melting all over herself and there was nothing to do but appreciate the hell out of his anatomy.
In a purely nonclinical way.
She should be ashamed of herself. But she wasn’t. Nope, not a bit.
Gathering her wits around her, she walked into the kitchen trying to get hold of herself.
Tucker spotted her and smiled. “Hey, you’re awake.”
“I smelled coffee.”
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p; “Like an aphrodisiac, isn’t it?”
He turned around and grabbed a cup out of the cabinet while she continued to admire his hip bones.
The aphrodisiac? That was him, not the coffee, and she was becoming more and more aroused every second. Pretty soon she’d be wide awake and she wouldn’t even need coffee.
But he brewed her a cup, so she accepted it from him with a murmured thanks, fixed it the way she liked it and took a few sips, letting the caffeine infuse her senses. Along with the eye candy.
“Sleep well?” he asked.
“Like the dead. Sorry for crashing on you.”
His lips curved. “Not a problem. I was pretty tired, too, so I’m not sure I could have performed for you anyway.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I have a feeling you’re up for it no matter how tired you are.”
“You must think pretty highly of me. I’m gonna take that as a compliment.”
“You do that.”
As the coffee worked its magic, so did the sight of Tucker, his hair sleep mussed, his body calling to her in ways she wasn’t about to try to fathom.
Purely and simply, she’d woken up on the side of arousal this morning. She laid her cup down and went over to him, sliding her fingertips along the waistband of his pants.
He looked down at her and she caught the flare of instant desire in his eyes, happy to know he was on the same page.
She moved into him, pressing her body against his. She raised up on her toes, slid her hand in his tousled hair and kissed him, tasting the lingering flavor of coffee on his lips. He kissed her back, wrapping his arm around her to pull her closer.
Yes. Oh yes. Some hot, heady passion was exactly what she needed this morning.
She reached between them, sliding her hand into his sweats. He wasn’t wearing underwear, so she wrapped her hand around his hard cock. He groaned, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, the action of his mouth and her hand on his shaft inciting her to a feverish arousal.
It was all consuming, this desire she had for him. The best part was, she felt it in return, in the way he thrust his cock into her hand, the sounds he made and how he tunneled his fingers into her hair as he kissed her.
