All Wound Up

“Then I’ll grab a quick burger, and I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay.”

She hung up, went in the bathroom to brush her teeth and hair, then looked in the mirror. She still wore her jeans, blouse and boots and pondered changing clothes.

Changing into what, exactly? She pondered that thought for a few minutes, wondered why she was making such a big deal about it, then decided to change into a pair of comfortable lounge pants and a long-sleeved Henley.

Much better, and less restrictive. She realized she already had thoughts of Tucker’s hands on her, and her body responded with a rush of heat.

Yes, she was definitely glad she’d invited him over. Maybe it was the tension from yesterday, but she needed that release that only he could provide. Sure, she could do it herself, but it would be much more fun to enjoy some fun sex with Tucker.

While she waited for him, she made a cup of tea, then picked up one of her medical books and did some research.

About twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door. She went to open it.

She looked him over. “I don’t see a burger bag.”

He smiled at her. “I ate it on the way over.”

“You must have been hungry.”

“I was.”

He came in and she shut the door, watching as he made his way into her kitchen to lean against the island. He looked good in his jeans and long-sleeved cotton shirt. Of course, he always looked good.

“You obviously worked up an appetite with the way you pitched tonight.”

He turned to face her. “Glad I was able to entertain you.”

“I was definitely entertained. And my dad is impressed.”

He slipped the tips of his fingers into the front pockets of his jeans. “Is that right?”

“Yes. He spoke very highly of you.”

“That’s good to know. And did you tell him about us?”

She laughed, walking over to stand in front of him. She grasped one of his belt loops and tugged on it. “Definitely not.”

He pushed off the island and wrapped an arm around her, drawing her against him. “I’m okay with being your dirty little secret, Aubry.”

She thought he was going to kiss her, his lips hovering just a fraction of an inch away from hers. Their gazes collided, his breath mixing with hers as her lips parted, anticipation making her pulse rate kick up.

“For now,” he added, before his mouth came down on hers.

WATCHING TUCKER PLAY TONIGHT SHE’D WITNESSED mechanics and precision, every move perfection. But when he kissed her, it was messy and spontaneous, one hand sifting through her hair as the other found its way to her back, lifting her shirt to roam across her skin. She moaned against his lips and used her hands to map the muscles of his forearms and shoulders.

He moved into her, his cock hard and insistent as he deepened the kiss. A delicious headiness swirled within her, her skin prickling with awareness as he moved his lips from her mouth to her neck, laving her throat with his tongue. She couldn’t help her deep moans as need held her in its grasp. She was caught up in a daze of hazy passion and grasped tight to Tucker, her legs shaking as he cupped her breast, pulling the fabric of her bra down to tease and pluck her nipples.

And when he drew down her pants, she helped him, stepping out of them, needing to be naked, wanting him to touch her, taste her, give her the orgasm she so desperately craved.

He slipped his hand down the front of her panties, and she whimpered.

He stepped in closer to her, wrapping his other arm around her to hold her steady.

“Shh,” he said. “I know what you need.”

His hand was warm as he cupped her sex, then slid lower, his fingers slipping inside her. The heel of his hand rubbed her clit as he moved his fingers within her.

It was so damn perfect. Tucker’s touch hit those spots that sent strikes of shocking pleasure straight to her core.

His gaze met hers. “Like that?”

She arched her hips toward him. “Yes. Just like that.”

He kissed her, and she melted against him, around him, unable to hold back as the sensations overtook her. All she felt was heat surrounding her, the feel of his mouth and tongue and the movements of his hand and fingers. She felt consumed and let herself fall.

Her orgasm shook her, and she grabbed Tucker’s wrist, holding his hand right where she needed it as she was wracked by wave after wave of undulating tremors that left her weak and light-headed.

He took her down easy, slowing the intensity of his kiss, removing his fingers but still holding tight to her body.

She reached up to touch his face, running her fingers over the stubble of beard across his chin. She brushed her lips across his, taking a long, satisfied breath.

“That was good.” She slid her hand over his chest. “I needed that.”

“I could tell.” He rested his forehead against hers. “But we’re not finished yet. I’m just getting warmed up.”

She patted his chest. “That’s what I like about you, Tucker. You have stamina.”

He grinned, then took her hand, pressed a kiss to the back of it, and led her into the bedroom.

She pulled off her shirt and took off her bra and underwear, then grabbed a condom from her nightstand. “I moved them closer. You know, so they’re handy.”

He smiled. “Good thought.”

She sat on the bed to watch him undress.

“I like you like this,” she said as he climbed on the bed next to her.

“Like what?”