Page 49 of Pretty Little Scars

“Fast? I’ve wanted you for more than five years. Trust me, that’s slow even for me.”

She huffs out a laugh, and I can’t keep my lips to myself any longer. I lean in and kiss her, and she whimpers in the back of her throat, the sweetest noise I’ve ever heard, as her mouth opens for me and my tongue swipes over hers, making us both moan.

Her hips push forward, rubbing against my hard-as-fuck cock that’s not happy about being trapped behind the sweatpants I changed into while she was in the shower.

Her pussy is already hot, and I need to get my hands and mouth and, ultimately, my cock on it. I want to touch her everywhere at once. I want to consume her.

“I’m going to worship this hot little cunt of yours,” I whisper against her lips. Her blue eyes blow wide, and she stares at me for a half a heartbeat and then kisses me again, as if she’s ravenous.

As if she’s been waiting for thisforever.

“I like seeing you in my shirt.” My lips drift down her jawline to her neck, and I roll her onto her back so I can take my time exploring her.

“Myshirt.”

I grin against her skin and then bite her, making her squirm.

“I’m going to fuck you inmyshirt,” I continue as my hand drifts down her chest and cups her perfect breast, plucking at her nipple over the cotton, and she bites her pouty lower lip. “So sensitive.”

“Tucker,” she whispers, and my cock pulses in my pants at the sound of my name on her lips.

“I’m right here.” I scoot down, kissing her over the shirt, and then pull that tight nipple into my mouth, soaking her and the material with my saliva. Her back arches, pushing her breasts up in the most beautiful offering I’ve ever had.Christ, she’severything I’ve ever wanted.“I’m going to take my time with you.”

“Shocking,” she says, and then moans when I bite her nipple. “Oh God, that’s good.”

“I need to know how much pain you like, Duchess. I need to know everything because I’ll never do anything that you don’t want.”

“The bite felt awesome. You can smack my ass, pull my hair, do just about everything except draw blood, Tucker. I’m not fragile.”

I boost back up and kiss her hard and hungrily, groaning into her mouth. My hand glides down her stomach, and I pull the shirt up so I can dip my fingers into her underwear, and I groan again when I find her already wet as my fingers slip through her slit, from her entrance to her pulsing clit, and she sucks in a sharp breath.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, baby.”

“I’ve been like this for weeks,” she confirms with a chuckle, and then moans when I skim my finger over her again, moving back and forth until her hips circle in time with my rhythm. “Oh God.”

I pepper her face with kisses and then move down the bed, and she sits upright, her gorgeous face suddenly panicked.

Absolutely not.

“What are you doing?”

“I need to see you.” With my hand pressed to her breastbone, I push her back, relieved when she doesn’t fight me. “All of you. Be a good girl and lie back for me.”

She bites her lip, her blue eyes on fire, and I pull her underwear down her legs, then press them to my nose and take a deep breath.

“Holy shit, that shouldn’t be so hot,” she whispers.

“I own these now.”

She doesn’t argue as I set them carefully aside, and then I nudge my shoulders between her smooth thighs and press wet kisses on the velvety skin there, making her squirm.

“I might be ticklish.”

I smile, licking where her leg meets her center. “You’ll forget all about that in a second.”

“Tucker?”

I look up at her and pause at the frown on her gorgeous face. “Yeah, baby?”