We start kissing again. Long, tongue-filled kisses, our hands wandering, searching. My body is languid, my senses on overload as he caresses me everywhere and by the time his fingers land between my legs, I am a panting, desperate ball of need.
He tears at the condom wrapper with ease and I watch as he rolls it on, sheathing himself completely. I swallow hard, wondering what it will feel like to have that much length inside of me, and then the thought leaves my brain the moment he positions himself above me, his erection probing at the juncture between my legs, his hands braced on either side of my head.
His mouth finds mine. Again. His hands find mine, linking our fingers together and bringing my arms up so they’re above my head. His gaze finds mine, holds it as he oh so slowly enters me, one delicious inch at a time.
I close my eyes. Arch against him as he sinks deep. Deeper. He groans and the sound ripples through me as I wait for him to begin to move.
“Maisey,” he whispers. “Open your eyes.”
I do as he says to find him watching me, his gaze full of so much tender emotion my heart feels like it just cracked wide open, spilling its contents everywhere. I press my lips together, struggling to keep my composure and I can tell he knows.
He knows.
Without hesitation he kisses me, a chaste, sweet kiss as he starts to move. I remove my hands from his so I can run them up and down his back as he slides deep inside, pulls almost all the way out, only to plunge deep once again. This feels so good. He feels so good. I don’t ever want it—or him—to stop.
We move, slow and languid at first, learning each other’s pace. I’m in no hurry, I’ve already had my release, but I can feel the tension in the line of Tucker’s shoulders, see the tightness of his jaw, how his lips have gone thin.
“Let go,” I whisper, placing my hand on his cheek, caressing his stubble-covered skin. His gaze meets mine, hungry and frantic, and I smile up at him. “Please. Don’t hold back on my account, Tucker.”
It’s like my words grant him permission. He grabs hold of my hip, repositioning me just so, and then he’s pounding deep inside me, going hard, our skin slapping, his grunts growing louder. He’s unleashing everything he has on me, until I’m helpless. Swept up into the storm that is Tucker McCloud.
Never before has a man been so—primal toward me. He doesn’t handle me like I’m made of porcelain. More like he’s extra rough, and the best thing about this?
He knows I can take it.
And I can. Oh God, I can totally take it, and having him like this is…incredible. This moment is incredible. So perfect. So right. And just like that my orgasm is looming. Hovering just beyond where I can reach it, and Tucker’s every thrust draws it closer. Closer…
“Oh fuck, Maise,” he whispers, his voice harsh, his panting breath stirring the hair at my temple. I run my hands down his smooth back, settle my palms against his ass, and push him closer.
As close as I can get him.
He comes with a shout, his big body shuddering as he presses his sweaty forehead to mine while taking big, gulping breaths. I cup the back of his head, keeping him close, my own orgasm sweeping over me, sweet and quick and stinging sharp. So sharp it brings tears to my eyes.
Something snaps deep inside me, breaking apart, flooding my senses. I close my eyes, fighting against it, praying I don’t fall apart in front of Tucker.
I know this feeling I’m experiencing. I’m familiar with it, though it’s been a while.
It’s good old fashioned love.
Chapter Fourteen
Tucker
So far, I’ve lead an interesting life. I’ve done a lot of things. I’ve accomplished goals that most people only dream of. I’ve traveled the world, I’ve met lots of people, and I’ve worked in a variety of cities.
But this past week? Hands down, it’s been one of the best of my life.
Like, no joke. The weirdest thing that’s bringing me joy? All the planning—working out the details for my parents’ anniversary party with my sisters. If we’re not texting, we’re talking on the phone, and if we’re not talking on the phone, we’re actually together, and I’ve actually had…
A great time.
The party has brought Stella, Georgia, and me closer, and if I’m being honest with myself, I’ve never been very clos
e with my sisters. Until this week. We’ve gone to a party supply store together, we showed each other our costumes, we ordered flowers from Maisey’s sister Brooke, and we helped Maisey come up with the final design for the cake.
When I was a teenager, I remember feeling like I had to get out of here as soon as possible. The small-town vibe stifled me. I felt like I was going nowhere, and I knew, I just freaking knew, that I could be someone…
Somewhere else. Anywhere else.