“Let you move or get release?”
“Both. Everything. God, I don’t know. It’s good. So good.”
“Want to know what makes it even better?”
Her brows rose, gaze pleading.
Without breaking his rhythm, he dipped his mouth to her clit, humming with pleasure at her salty, needy taste. It would be best for her to come once now, so she could be relaxed before he entered her. He sucked her clit, then lapped it. The rhythm worked and it wasn’t long until she came like a tide, her inner waves crashing over his fingers as he continued to work her, lighter now, ensuring she didn’t ebb too fast. He glanced up and her mouth was slack, a loose lock of hair stuck to one damp cheek.
“That was impossible,” she murmured. “How was it so good?”
“Oh, babe.” He kissed her inner thigh. “We’re just getting started.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Lizzy didn’t have time for a single coherent thought before Tuck had fisted off his shirt and kicked his pants from the bed. Where should she look first? The wall of shoulders? The narrow waist? Each of his muscles begged for independent research. He was exposed in all his brutal beauty, unselfconscious as she finally dared to stare at his thick length. When she heard him swallow, a strange, primal hunger caught her off guard with its intensity.
“I don’t have condoms—any protection—but I can’t get you pregnant,” he said.
The reality of what they were about to do settled in, a tingly anticipation that made her thighs twitch. “You shared that information before... because of the medicine you took during your illness.”
“That’s right.” He gripped his hand over his shaft and stroked it a few times, root to tip.
The movement was hypnotic.
“May I try? I want to see how you feel.”
He took her hand and placed it on his shaft. “Yeah. Grip firmly and jerk it like I was doing.”
“Am I doing it right?”
“If you did any better, I’d be fucked before we fucked,” hemuttered, his eyes half-closed. After another minute he took her wrist and stilled her rhythm.
“I’m going inside of you now, okay? I’ll take it slow, but it will feel better when we start moving together.”
“Yes.” She licked her lips as he crawled over her, nudging his shaft between her legs.
He pressed his lips against her ear. “Ready?”
“Yes.” Her eyes flew open. The stretch was so different from his fingers. It was far thicker, a burning pressure that rose deep, deep, good God, so deep, within her core. And then he was closer than he’d ever been, hip bones flush with hers.
“You okay?” he ground out.
She sucked in a breath, struggling to locate the right words. For she was still herself but not. Her body had always been her body, the lines of Lizzy Wooddash were a clear border, a personal country—but Tuck was here now too. And not just inside her body, but also her heart. He was everywhere and yet she didn’t have a need to push him off; if anything, she wanted... “Go on, then.” The words exhaled out of her.
Tuck’s shoulders shook with his surprised chuckle even as he obeyed. His movements were gentle, small pulses. As she acclimated, taking his advice and rocking back in reply, their bodies engaged in a slow, languid dance. Unexpected.
She’d expected a claiming—a man coming to conquer. But as Tuck loosened the tension in her body, she marveled at how she could hold him so completely, her muscles snug and tight. She would be happy to remain this close forever. He followed her lead, adjusting his rhythm to hers. Lifting her head, she captured his mouth as they increased their speed. He drank in her breathless, soft sounds and slid a hand between them, moving with expert fingers.
It didn’t last long after that. She couldn’t think. Her mind wasn’t capable of holding this much feeling, her blood ran thick as honey, and a trickle of perspiration streamed down her breast. How was this intensifying? How was he everywhere?
A whimper escaped as he pressed his thumb on her bud. He muttered a litany of filthy, lovely words and an edge appeared, fracturing her mind. The full, anchored sensation was replaced by a vast open space before the world contracted into a point of pure pleasure.
“Tuck!” His name broke through her lips in a thick sob, and then she lost the power of speech, only managing an exultant moan. He bucked, and wherever she was, he was there too.
Her name was a roar on his lips. She gripped his muscles and gave him everything.
When she regained her senses, he was lying on his back, holding her to his chest.
