Jensen wrapped her arms tighter around my waist. “I hate what he puts you both through. You know, I was mentally plotting his murder this morning.”
I let out a bark of laughter. “I was, too.”
I felt her grin against my chest. “What can I do?”
“You’re doing it. Just being with you eases something in me.”
Jensen stepped out of my hold. “Let’s see if we can’t do one better.” Her fingers tugged at her robe’s sash. It came loose. And without a word, she let the terrycloth fall to the floor.
24
Jensen
Cool air rushedover my body, the heat having been turned down for the night. My nipples beaded, the tightening causing a mirrored action in my core. But Tuck’s eyes were molten heat as he glanced down the length of me. Each place his gaze touched seeming to spark.
Then he was on me. Lifting me, my legs wrapping around him. Tuck took the stairs two at a time as though I weighed nothing. He tossed me on the bed, and I landed with an “oomph,” the towel coming free from my damp hair.
I scowled up at him. “Well, that wasn’t very nice.”
Tuck grinned at me, and the only word to describe the expression waswicked. He toed off his boots and began unbuttoning his shirt. “There’s no time for nice. Not when you drop a robe like that.”
I lay back against my array of pillows. “Then show me what’s not nice.”
That was all it took. Tuck shucked his pants so fast, I’d barely blinked before his body covered mine. His hands were in my hair, and his lips took mine in a bruising kiss. The movements were desperate, starving, as though the only thing that could ground him to this Earth was my body.
Tuck’s lips trailed down my neck. The juxtaposition of the softness of his mouth and the sandpaper of his scruff sent a riot of sensations over my skin. My hands began to explore, relishing the feel of smooth flesh over tight muscle, the broadness of his shoulders, the way his silky hair slipped through my fingers.
I’d never get enough of him. That should’ve terrified me, but somehow, it didn’t. I simply lost myself to the feeling of…everything.
Tuck’s lips closed around my nipple. He played a symphony with the sensations he caused. First sucking gently, then pulling the bud deep into his mouth. His teeth giving a quick nip and then his tongue laving away the sting.
Everything inside me wound tighter as I began to pant. “Need you.”
His head came away from my breast. “Now?”
“Now.”
Tuck reached for a foil packet I hadn’t even seen him toss on the bed. I watched in fascination as he rolled the condom over his tip and then down his length. God, he was beautiful.
Tuck settled himself between my legs, his gaze holding mine. Something unnamed passed between us. He held still for a moment, his tip just bumping my opening as he stared. It was as if he were trying to commit everything to memory. Burning it so deeply in his mind that it would never get out.
Something about that had me fighting the urge to cry. I reached up to cup his cheek, and he leaned into my hand. “Let me feel you,” I whispered.
Tuck pressed his lips to my palm as he slowly pushed inside. My legs wrapped around him as I let out a little gasp. I still needed a moment to adjust. Tuck brushed his lips against mine as he gave me that time. His tongue swept in, caressing mine. A hand came to my breast, fingers toyed with my nipple. Soon, all I felt was heat.
My hips rose to meet his, encouraging without words. It was all he needed. Tuck began to move. Slowly at first, and then faster. Deeper. More. My back arched as I met his thrusts, my body seeming to move of its own accord. The rhythms, while different, complemented each other perfectly.
Everything inside me wound so tight, it was almost painful. I strained for what was just out of reach. Tuck’s thrusts grew more frenzied. Almost animalistic. My nails dug into his back as I stretched to the breaking point.
My head dug back into the pillows, my spine arched, and the world came apart at the seams. Light danced behind my lids as my walls clamped down on Tuck. He cursed as he thrust one more time.
Tuck collapsed on me and then quickly rolled so that I was now on top. He twitched inside me, and I involuntarily clenched around him. Tuck grunted. “You’re going to kill me, Wilder.”
I grinned against his chest, damp with sweat. “It’d be a hell of a way to go, though.”
Tuck chuckled, sending all sorts of sparks through my body. “Damn straight.” He swept my hair back from my face. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Always worrying about me. “That was the best sex of my life.”
