Page 64 of Pretty Little Scars

I’ve never allowed anyone to see my scars.

I’ve never done any of this before, and as scary as it is, it’s also intriguing, and I don’t want it to stop.

“You’re thinking way too hard, Duchess.”

I didn’t hear his breath change. He tightens his grip on me, hugging my back to his front, and presses his lips to my hair.

“Good morning.” My voice is raspy with sleep and lust, and now I let my hips move, circling back against his erection.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he grumbles into my ear. “How are you doing this morning?”

“I feel rested.” I circle my hips again, making him groan. “And?—”

I don’t get to complete the thought before I’m turned onto my back and Tucker’s lips cover mine as his hand cups my breast, over the borrowed shirt, and I loop my leg over his hip.

“No more waiting,” he murmurs against my lips. “If I don’t sink inside you, I’ll go out of my goddamn mind.”

“We can’t have that.” I grin and push my fingers in his hair, holding on as he continues to devour my mouth. I feel him shift, shoving his shorts down, and then he’s trying to tug my shirt off, making us both chuckle. “Here.”

I sit up long enough to get naked, and then his eyes are drinking me in, from my face to my toes and back up again.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

I wrinkle my nose. “It’s the horniness talking.”

“No, baby, it’s me looking at you that’s talking. I’m not a kid.” He drags his nose down my cheek to my jawline, and then he rests his forehead on my shoulder and growls, “Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?”

He exhales and looks at me. “I don’t have condoms, sweetheart.”

Clearing my throat, I drag my fingertips down his cheek. “I’ve got pregnancy covered. And I’m healthy.”

He blinks down at me, and then a line forms between his eyebrows.

“Are you telling me that I can—” He swallows hard and grinds his hard cock in my slit, making me whimper. “That I can fuck you bare?”

“If you’re also healthy, yes.”

“Do you want the medical records?”

“No, I’ll take you at your word. Also, Ineverdo this without protection.”

His green eyes glow as he watches me, as if he’s trying to decide if I’m telling the truth.

“I promise, Tuck?—”

“I’m good to go,” he whispers. “And I’veneverbeen inside anyone without a condom.”

I cup his face and bring his lips down to mine, nibbling his mouth. “Are you going to fuck me or what, Hotshot?”

With a growl, his mouth plunders mine, kissing me deep and hard, and his hand drifts down my stomach to my core. When his fingers brush over my clit and then farther to my entrance, I whimper against his lips.

“So fucking wet,” he murmurs. “You’re so goddamn wet for me, baby.”

He pushes two fingers inside me, and I arch against him, needing more.

“Tucker.”