My gaze caught on the book. My brows rose. A shirtless man in a kilt graced the cover. “Interesting reading material you’ve got there.”
“There weren’t a lot of options, but at least with this one, I know I’ll get sex.” He patted the bed next to him. I crossed the room and settled myself against the pillows. He handed me the book. “Want to read aloud to me?”
I took the paperback from his hand and smacked him with it.
“Oh, you’ve done it now. You’ve insulted Kiernan and Marion’s love, prepare to go down.” Tuck went straight for my ticklish sides. I let out a peal of laughter but did my best to bite it back since I knew the other rooms were occupied. I wiggled and squirmed, trying to escape until Tuck stilled.
His body was pressed flush against mine, his lips a breath away, and I suddenly became aware of something long and hard pressed against my inner thigh. I sucked in air. Before I had a chance to tell myself it was a monumentally stupid idea, I closed the distance between us.
My mouth met his in a bruising kiss. It wasn’t pretty or graceful. It was pure need. Tongues dueled. Teeth caught on lips. I pressed myself into him, my thighs clenching.
Tuck pulled back on a gasp. “I can’t.” He stared down into my eyes, his hand coming up to cup my face, not looking away. My heart hammered against my ribs. “Oh, fuck it.” He slammed his mouth down on mine. His tongue darted in, massaging my own. His teeth caught my lower lip with a tug, and I groaned.
Tuck’s hand darted to the tie on my robe, pulling it free. The air seemed to almost sting my overly sensitized skin, my nipples puckering even tighter. “Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful.” Tuck’s words caught me off guard as he palmed a breast in one hand before ducking down to suck my nipple into his mouth.
I bowed off the bed. It was as if there were a direct line from my nipple to my clit, and I had to squeeze my legs together to try and get some relief. “Tuck, I need you inside me. Now.”
He came off my breast with a pop. “Now?”
I nodded furiously. “Now.”
“Shit. Condoms.” He pulled open the flowered nightstand drawers and came back with a strip of condoms. “Apparently, Trudy is passionate about two things. Flowers and safe sex.”
I pulled the strip of condoms out of his hand and tore one off. “They’re good things to be passionate about.”
“Can’t argue with you there.”
I tore at the little metallic square as Tuck unbelted his robe. As he shucked it, I gasped. I’d been with all of two men in my life, so it wasn’t like I had a lot to compare Tuck to, but he was huge. Massive and beautiful. I swear I could’ve stared at him all night if I hadn’t been dying to get him inside me.
His bronzed skin seemed to shimmer in the low light of the room, stretched tautly over broad shoulders and lean, sculpted muscles. And that V… I’d sworn those things were fake. But, nope. Here was one—live, and in person. I wanted to trace it with my tongue.
Tuck’s dick twitched, and I startled. He chuckled. “You stare at it like that, there’s only going to be one reaction.”
I nodded, fumbling with the condom. Tuck stilled my shaking fingers, helping me roll it on. “Are you sure, J? We can stop.”
Our gazes locked. It might end up being yet another thing that I added to my list of colossal mistakes, but I was sure of one thing. “I need this.”
Tuck nodded, taking my mouth in a slow kiss, ratcheting up the heat that seemed to flow through my veins. My legs encircled his hips, and his tip bumped my opening. Tuck eased in. So damn slowly, I wanted to cry. I sucked in a breath as he fully seated himself in me.
Tuck brushed the hair away from my face. “You okay?”
I nodded but kept my eyes squeezed closed. “Just. Give me. A minute.”
“Got all the time in the world.” Tuck’s hand found my breast and began to play. Teasing, rolling, pinching my nipple in an ever-changing pattern of caresses. My body started to melt, my muscles easing. Any hint of pain I felt turned to molten heat.
“Move. You can move.”
Tuck pressed his lips to my temple. “You sure?”
“Yes, dear God, please just move.”
He chuckled as he began to ease in and out of me. Small movements at first. I urged him on, my heels digging into his muscled ass, my fingertips gripping onto those incredible shoulders.
Tuck picked up speed, his thrusts becoming faster, deeper. I arched back into the bed, letting out a cross between a moan and a plea, the cord inside me tightening. Tuck reached between our bodies and gave my clit a single strum. That was all it took. That rough fingertip against that tight bundle of nerves sent me right over the edge.
15
Tuck
