And I did.
He licked me to completion twice, and then stood. He kissed me, and I moaned into his mouth, aftershocks still rocking my frame.
Cupping my behind, he lifted me and pressed my back against the wall. My thighs immediately hugged his hips and my ankles crossed low on his back.
As we kissed, his scent clouded my mind and the feel of his body blocked out everything else. My
fingers tangled in his hair, keeping him close. Then with a thrust, he was inside of me.
The moment he rocked into me, I screamed from the mixture of pleasure and pain, but fortunately, we were still kissing so his mouth captured the sound.
He paused, allowing me time to adjust to the hard intrusion while he whispered sweet nothings in my ear, telling me how beautiful I was and how good I felt.
“Fuck me harder,” I pleaded, interrupting him.
He started with small jabs of his hips that quickly grew harder to meet our carnal needs. He thrusted a few more time before placing me on the only horizontal surface in the room – the table.
Tucker looked down at me with blatant hunger. His expression almost convinced me that we could have more than just a shallow physical connection. But then I had to forcibly reminded myself that I was giving him my body for the last time.
He began to move.
Again, the rightness of us had me reeling. When I was joined with him, I felt whole. Complete.
The smack, smack of his body meeting mine echoed around us and the scent of sex filled the small room.
Pleasure came over me like a great wave, sweeping me under. The intensity battered me from every angle.
Three orgasms? This was a new record.
We clung to each other in the aftermath, wet with sweat and our chests heaving. I wished the moment would never end, but a noise outside reminded me where we were.
Shit. Our time together was up.
I pushed Tucker’s shoulders and he shot me a puzzled look. I wiggled out of his hold, avoiding his gaze. Quickly, I began gathering my clothing and hurriedly pulling them back on.
Tucker touched my arm and tried to make me face him, but I shook off his hold.
“Hey, what's the matter?” he asked as I tied my hair back up.
“Grab your clothes. I’m leaving and I don’t think you want the whole library seeing you naked,” I said.
“Let’s talk about this, Anna. What’s bothering you?”
I cut him a cruel look. “That sounds awfully emotional, Tucker. No emotions. Just fucking, remember?”
His face shut down, becoming void of all emotion. I instantly felt terrible for my words, but knew it was better this way.
“I remember,” he said finally and reached for his clothes.
A minute later, we walked out of the room, the air between us as cold as if we were strangers.
I didn’t look back as I grabbed my belongings from my study table and left without another word.
CHAPTER 11
Tucker
The phone rang until it went to voice mail and the recording played in my ear.