Tucker (The Family Simon 1)

“And suck.” She wavered on her feet and he clasped her shoulders, holding her in place as he bent even lower and took one of her nipples into his mouth. Gently he suckled, his cock hardening even more when she moaned. He gave one more tug, rolling his tongue across the tip before leaning back so he could see her.

His breaths were ragged, and he was pretty damn sure that he sounded rough.

“Open your eyes.”

Slowly her lashes lifted, and those amazing eyes stared up at him from beneath heavy lids. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and it was all he could do to keep his hands from palming them. He was hot, and it felt as if his skin didn’t fit.

He let the moment stretch thin until he knew she was ready to crack, and then he grabbed her chin so that there was no way she could look away.

“I’m so close already, Abby. So fucking close.”

If she was shocked at his language, it didn’t show. Her lids were now half-closed and that delectable tongue rested against her bottom lip.

“Push your panties down your legs.”

His hands were on his belt buckle and then his zipper.

She stared up at him not really sure what was going on.

“Now Abby.”

There was a tone in his voice that hit, and she slid her panties down over her hips, stepping out of them as the moonlight from outside washed over her pale skin.

Jesus. H. Christ.

Hot tattoo. There low on her hip.

Lots of smooth, toned skin.

Lots of smooth, toned, and bare skin.

His zipper was down and his aching cock free when he reached for her. The wildness inside him must have shown, because something flared in her gaze. Something primitive. Primal.

Something that he needed and he needed it right now.

“I’m going to apologize,” he said as he pushed her up against the wall. One hand gripped her hair, the other on her hip. His dick was there, already nestled against her hot, moist center.

“Because this is going to be fast.”

And then he was inside her.

She whimpered, or moaned. Hell he didn’t know. He was losing it.

He stared down into her eyes, as his hand gripped her hip and with one more thrust he was buried inside her, as far as he could go.

“Tucker,” she breathed, her head rolling back, slightly.

“I’m going to fuck you right now, Abby.” He began to move, but there was no slow build up or long, sensual strokes. There was skin on skin. Hot, moist heat that surrounded him.

And Abigail Mathews.

“I’m going to fuck you hard and fast.”

She caught his rhythm. She met him thrust for thrust. And she made the most incredible noises. Sounds that heightened the frenzy inside him. Sounds that brought out the inner caveman in him. Shit, if he wasn’t careful, he’d hurt her.

He tugged at her mouth, increasing the speed of his thrusts. He could already feel things tightening. He could already feel her tightening and he knew that they were both close.

“But this is just fucking, Abby,” he whispered hoarsely. “We’ve got the whole night to do it right.”