Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 104288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
God, this man’s kiss.
I feel it everywhere. Along my spine and in my clit. His beard catches on my chin, and somewhere in the back of my mind it registers that I’ll probably have beard burn tomorrow.
The thought sends a delicious shiver through me. I want to be marked.
I like that he’s not afraid to mark me. So different from the half-hearted ministrations of guys I’ve been with in the past. It’s like they didn’t care enough to display that kind of intensity. Of thirst.
But Tuck? He’s fucking ferocious, and he clearly isn’t afraid to show it.
He growls, softly drawing his teeth over my bottom lip, and carries me up the stairs.
The motherfucker’s hardly out of breath by the time he steps into my apartment and kicks the door closed behind him. The bang makes the arousal gathering between my legs pulse.
I’m so turned on it hurts.
Tuck stalks to the dim quiet of my bedroom. Tosses me onto the bed like I weigh as much as a feather. I bounce a little on the mattress and I smile, opening my eyes to see Tuck standing at the edge of the bed, eyes roving over my tits, my bare belly.
“You been driving me crazy with this hot little body of yours.” His Southern accent is thicker than usual. It drips like honey down the sides and back of my ribcage, sending my pulse into overdrive.
He flattens his palms on either side of my hips and leans down. I nearly convulse when his mouth finds my stomach.
“You,” I pant, gliding my hand into the thick mass of his hair. “You’ve been driving me crazy. You’re gorgeous.”
His lips trail a ribbon of fire down my belly. “You gonna be a good girl and do as I say?”
He nips at the waistband of my shorts. Oh God oh God. Between the good girl and the hint that he’s about to take charge, go down on me, I’m going to scream.
How am I ever going to recover from this?
Ignoring the thought, I bite my lip. “Depends. What are you gonna give me if I listen?”
The look in his eyes sharpens. His lips twitch. “You best mind that smart mouth.”
“You best have a plan to keep it busy, then.”
He lets out a bark of surprised laughter, his beard catching on my skin. “I got some ideas, yeah.”
I tug on his hair. “Show me.”
“Aw, Tiny, you ain’t gonna be the one giving orders tonight.”
But then he rises, the starched fabric of his tuxedo shirt sighing as he slips his fingers into the front of my shorts and pulls them down.
His eyes stop on my pussy. I keep it trimmed but, my sex life being what it is these days (nonexistent), I haven’t shaved in a while.
Judging by the way Tuck’s nostrils flare, he likes it. There’s something wonderfully, wildly liberating about that.
“No fucking panties,” he grunts. “Jesus Christ, Tiny.”
I’m grinning as I lift a shoulder. “I don’t like wearing ’em when I don’t have to.”
“Please don’t tell me you been walking around my house commando all this time.”
“Okay, I won’t tell you that I’ve definitely been walking around commando most of the time.”
His jaw flexes. “Open your legs. I wanna see what I been missing.”
The need in my clit coils tighter. I part my knees. The green in his eyes goes feral.
Adjusting himself over his pants, he swallows. “Show me. What you like. Use your fingers.”
Not five minutes in, and this is already the most erotic experience of my life. I do as he tells me and glide a hand down my stomach. I hiss when my fingertips meet with my clit. They make a slick noise as I circle them there, my breath catching.
“Say that’s for me.” He stares at my hand as it moves. “Say you’re that wet for me.”
I nod, pulling my brows together as the bowstring inside me draws tighter. Tighter still when I slip a finger inside myself. “For you. I’ve—I’m not usually this . . .”
Aroused.
Attracted.
Adored.
“How tight are you, Tiny?” He puts his hands on the bed again and steps between my legs, leaning over me.
“Tight.”
He tilts forward and presses a rough, lingering kiss onto my mouth, our tongues tangling. “Let’s get you relaxed, then.”
My brain flatlines. Literally goes blank at the thought of Tuck not only fucking me, but caring enough—being considerate enough—to make it feel good.
“Please,” is all I can manage.
He shifts, his hands gliding up my sides and into my bra. “This comes off. I wanna see all of you.”
It’s not easy taking a sports bra off, but Tuck makes quick work of it, tugging it over my head. I’m naked. He’s still fully dressed. So I grab his shirt, hoping he’ll let me take it off, but he just kisses my neck and chuckles.
“Lemme take my time. You get me naked, and I won’t be able to control myself.”