“I’m happy to oblige.”
He had some spare toothbrushes in the bathroom, so she opened one of the packages and brushed her teeth, then fell onto the bed. When Tucker climbed in next to her, she snuggled her butt against his crotch, closed her eyes and was out cold in less than a minute.
So much for hot riveting sex. He smiled and closed his eyes.
AUBRY WOKE TO THE SMELL OF COFFEE. SHE TURNED over onto her back and stretched, then realized as soon as she opened her eyes that she was most definitely not in her own bed.
Right. Tucker’s bed. Where she’d demanded hot sex and then promptly passed out.
Oh, well. She got up, went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth. She thought about getting dressed, then decided it was too much effort at the moment, choosing instead to follow the coffee smell.
She paused at the end of the hall as she spied Tucker. He wore only his sweats, slung low on his hips as he sipped a cup of coffee. He leaned against the kitchen counter and looked out the window.
He had the most chiseled abs of any man she’d ever been with. And those hip bones . . . God, those hip bones. Did men know what those things did to women? Maybe they did and they wore their pants low like that so women would leach out brain cells, think only of sex and want to drop their panties on command.
If he asked, she’d drop hers. It was a horrifying realization considering she wasn’t some hormonal teenager. She was a smart professional. A freaking doctor, for God’s sake. She’d seen naked men before—plenty of them. Many of them had damn fine bodies, too.
But not like Tucker. She was melting all over herself and there was nothing to do but appreciate the hell out of his anatomy.
In a purely nonclinical way.
She should be ashamed of herself. But she wasn’t. Nope, not a bit.
Gathering her wits around her, she walked into the kitchen trying to get hold of herself.
Tucker spotted her and smiled. “Hey, you’re awake.”
“I smelled coffee.”
“Like an aphrodisiac, isn’t it?”
He turned around and grabbed a cup out of the cabinet while she continued to admire his hip bones.
The aphrodisiac? That was him, not the coffee, and she was becoming more and more aroused every second. Pretty soon she’d be wide awake and she wouldn’t even need coffee.
But he brewed her a cup, so she accepted it from him with a murmured thanks, fixed it the way she liked it and took a few sips, letting the caffeine infuse her senses. Along with the eye candy.
“Sleep well?” he asked.
“Like the dead. Sorry for crashing on you.”
His lips curved. “Not a problem. I was pretty tired, too, so I’m not sure I could have performed for you anyway.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I have a feeling you’re up for it no matter how tired you are.”
“You must think pretty highly of me. I’m gonna take that as a compliment.”
“You do that.”
As the coffee worked its magic, so did the sight of Tucker, his hair sleep mussed, his body calling to her in ways she wasn’t about to try to fathom.
Purely and simply, she’d woken up on the side of arousal this morning. She laid her cup down and went over to him, sliding her fingertips along the waistband of his pants.
He looked down at her and she caught the flare of instant desire in his eyes, happy to know he was on the same page.
She moved into him, pressing her body against his. She raised up on her toes, slid her hand in his tousled hair and kissed him, tasting the lingering flavor of coffee on his lips. He kissed her back, wrapping his arm around her to pull her closer.
Yes. Oh yes. Some hot, heady passion was exactly what she needed this morning.
She reached between them, sliding her hand into his sweats. He wasn’t wearing underwear, so she wrapped her hand around his hard cock. He groaned, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, the action of his mouth and her hand on his shaft inciting her to a feverish arousal.
It was all consuming, this desire she had for him. The best part was, she felt it in return, in the way he thrust his cock into her hand, the sounds he made and how he tunneled his fingers into her hair as he kissed her.
She pulled away from the kiss, pressed her hands on his chest for some distance, and took in the look of raw passion in his gaze. He was breathing heavily as he stared her down—like some fire-breathing dragon. And wasn’t that just the sexiest thing? She’d established he was the hottest man she’d ever laid eyes on, the reason for her state this morning.
She couldn’t get enough of him, her mind and body already fixated on him. On sex.
She drew down his pants, releasing his cock, then dropped to her knees.
“Oh, yeah,” Tucker said, tipping her chin up so she met his gaze. “Suck my cock, Aubry. Put your sweet, hot lips around me and suck it.”
Hearing his words and seeing his gaze fixated on her unraveled her. She lifted his cock, winding her hands around the shaft, stroking him, wanting to give him pleasure because he always made her feel so good.
Now it was her turn to make him feel good.
TUCKER DREW IN A BREATH, THEN HELD IT AS AUBRY wrapped her lips around his cock, drawing his shaft into her warm, wet mouth.
He shuddered as he watched his cock disappear between her lips. It was like a large piece of heaven wrapped around his dick. Or maybe the sweet fires of hell. He couldn’t be sure, but right now he didn’t care. All he knew was it felt really damn good to have her mouth around him—to see her swirling her tongue over the crest, then engulfing his cock to the hilt. His balls throbbed as he fought to keep from thrusting as hard as he could into the soft cavern of her throat.