Oh my God. My breath stalled in my chest as delicious sensations radiated out from where Tucker’s body joined mine. Was it because he was so well endowed that I felt so full, so connected, or was it something else? Something more? All I knew was that Rick had never made me feel like this. Not physically. Even that sense of completeness I felt as Tucker’s dark eyes watched me, filled with something I couldn’t name. I never felt that with Rick. I didn’t understand it but I knew I couldn’t fight it. Not anymore. It was time to let go, and let happen what would happen, good or bad.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, and pulled him in deeper.
He groaned. “So fucking, good Holly…good Christ it’s so fucking good.”
I had to agree. It was amazing.
He kissed me, and even that felt different. Before when we’d had sex, it was fast, furious, nearly over before it began. This time, Tucker was going slow. Like he wanted to savor every moment. Was it because we were in a bed finally, or something else? Whatever it was, when he told me he didn’t have a condom, I hadn’t even hesitated t
o tell him he didn’t need one. At first, I wondered if maybe I overstepped and was reading too much into the moment because he did seem to hesitate. But whatever had made him pause, was gone now, and he was inside me. Filling me. Not just my body, but it felt like he was encompassing my very soul.
“Holly.” He adjusted so that he was on his forearms, his thumbs brushing my temples.
I looked up into his dark eyes. They were filled with something that made my heart stop and then beat a million miles a minute.
He withdrew slowly and just as slow, slid back in. Our gazes held as he moved in this slow, steady pace. Each time, the sizzle turned up. The need increased. The intensity built.
“I could fuck you forever,” he said on a harsh whisper.
If Rick had used the f-word to describe this, I’d probably have been offended or hurt. But with Tucker, in this moment, the word didn’t have the same connotation of an empty sexual encounter.
He dipped his head, and sucked my nipple, my pussy clenched and I arched as a new wave of pleasure built.
He groaned in response and levered up onto his hands. “I’m sorry, I can’t wait…”
“Don’t wait. Come in me, Tucker.”
He growled and threw his head back as his hips picked up speed, rocking against me, thrusting, plunging.
I gasped and clung to him as he pushed me up and up, the pressure building and building until I thought I might come undone. My body responded, moving with him in a perfect dance.
“I’m there…fuck I’m gonna come…tell me you’re there, Holly.” His breath was coming in harsh pants now. He thrust in, grinding against me, hitting my clit. I shot off like a rocket, screaming out as the pleasure burst, flying out to every nerve ending in my body.
He let out a long feral groan as he thrust again, and warmth filled my body. He did it again, and again, drawing out my pleasure, then boosting me up and making me come again, this second time, my orgasm rolled through me like a sweet summer storm.
His arms finally gave, and he collapsed on me. He shifted his weight on his forearms. His head lodged next to mine, his breath still harsh on my neck. His dick continued to pulse inside me.
I wasn’t sure how long we lay like that before he finally lifted his head. He stared down on me with that same expression I couldn’t explain. He kissed me, full, slow, gentle, making my heart swell, followed by a terror that I was falling for him and not able to stop it.
He lifted his head and looked at me as if he was searching for something. I couldn’t be sure if he found it, but he moved until he was on his back and I was tucked into his side.
“I like being fake married to you,” he said. I lay with my head on his shoulder, wondering about the shift in intensity. Was he feeling overwhelmed by it too and now trying to bring levity?
“Glad to hear it,” I said, unsure how to respond.
His arm pulled me closer to him. “I’m afraid you’re going to withdraw from me again. It kills me when you do that.”
I knew now that there was no withdrawing. I could try, like I had before, but to what end? I was just giving us both whiplash by giving in and then pulling away. No, I couldn’t fight my attraction to him anymore. But God, how could I completely give in? This couldn’t last and yet, I couldn’t let it go either. I needed this. Not the sex. No. I needed him. Tucker Marshall. I needed his humor and support. I needed his caring and touch.
We lay like that until his breath changed. I looked over and he was sleeping. He looked so peaceful. And young. God he was so young. What was I doing?
I slipped from the bed, took a quick shower, and then went to the dining room and pulled my library plans together. All the while, I was grappling with what I should do. Maybe I needed to confide in someone? Not Becky. I loved her, but I couldn’t trust her not to blab my conundrum to others.
Mo Valentine. He had a fake marriage with a much younger woman. He’d know what I was going through. I shook my head. I couldn’t go to the mayor with this.
Sinclair. I could talk to her.
“Are you okay?” Tucker’s voice interrupted my inner debate.