A sense of urgency overcame her and she lifted his shirt, suddenly needing to touch him—everywhere. When her hands slid over his abs, she groaned.

Solid wall of muscle. She needed to see this man naked. Right now.

She pulled back. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

“You sure?” he asked.

She liked that he asked. “Absolutely.”

He nodded, took her hand and let her lead him down the hall. She opened the door to her bedroom and walked inside toward the bed, turning to face him.

She sat on the bed and pulled off her boots, then drew her shirt off, casting it aside before standing to remove her pants, which left her in only her underwear.

“Your turn,” she said.

With a smile, he took off his glasses and laid them on her bedside table, then toed off his shoes and pulled off his socks. His shirt came next.

Oh, yes. His torso was amazing. Broad shoulders, wide chest, and an amazing set of well-toned abs. She stepped over to him, needing to touch what she saw.

Now that she was close, and his glasses were off, she could really see his eyes. So gorgeous, and so intently watching her. She reached for the buckle of his belt and untethered it, pulling it apart so she could see to the button, then the zipper, drawing it down over one very impressive erection.

“Mmm. This feels familiar,” she said, rubbing him through his jeans.

His eyes blazed hot. “It’s fully functional again, too. Thanks to your tender care.”

“Good to know. Because I intend to use the hell out of your cock tonight.”

He inhaled sharply, then reached around to unhook her bra, leading the straps down her arms so he could remove it. He took a step back to admire her breasts.

“Pretty.” He bent, flicked his tongue over one bud, then captured it between his lips.

She let out a moan, holding his head to her breast while he sucked and licked her nipple, his hand massaging the other breast and teasing the nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Tiny shocks of pleasure shot straight south, igniting the fire he’d started with his kisses. She squeezed his cock through his jeans, but that wasn’t enough. She pushed his jeans over his hips, and he pulled away long enough to shed his pants and his briefs.

Wow. She’d examined him in the wine cellar when he was limp and in pain, and she hadn’t been paying much attention then because she’d been in doctor mode.

Now? She was in woman mode, very much interested in his penis, and not at all in a clinical way. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and stroked. He thrust against her hand.

“I like you touching me,” he said, sliding his hands up her arms.

She felt a skitter of goose bumps as he tangled his fingers in her hair and kissed her, wrapping his arm around her back. She sank into his embrace, letting her body align with his, skin to skin.

He put his hand on her butt, his fingers sliding into the back of her underwear to cup a handful of butt cheek. The warmth of his hand heated her, made her shove against his rock hard erection so she could rub against him.

He groaned against her lips and pushed her back toward the bed, the back of her knees hitting the mattress.

“Sit down,” he said, his breathing harsh as he pulled away.

She was ever cognizant of his hard cock and all the delicious things she intended to do with it—with him—tonight.

Her long sexual drought was about to end, and she was more than ready for it, especially when he kneeled on the carpet in front of her and reached for her panties, drawing them over her hips and down her legs.

He spread her legs and smoothed his hands over her thighs.

“You are beautiful, Aubry.” He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. “And you smell amazing.” He kissed his way toward her hip, then her stomach, his chest making contact with her sex.

She shivered, leaned back on the bed, resting on her elbows as Tucker teased her by not giving her what she needed the most at that moment. Instead, he used his hands and mouth to map her body. Though that definitely inspired her to wriggle against him, arch her hips, and beg for his mouth on her suddenly tingling nipples.

When he complied, she let out a satisfied moan, sliding her fingers into his hair to hold him there while he flicked his tongue against the bud. The arc of sensation shot right to her sex, making her clit tingle with the anticipation of what other delicious things he could do with his mouth. His beard scratched the tender skin of her breast in the most perfect of ways, and she could already imagine the scruff rubbing her thighs.

“Tucker.”

He raised his head. “Yeah?”

“Lick me.”




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