I walked back to where he sat, stopping only when our knees touched. His guarded look turned into a heated one while he watched me as I pulled my top over my head. I removed my bra and shimmied out of my skirt.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Seducing you,” I answered.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“And are you going to run away from me afterwards?” he asked, watching my face carefully.
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly.
He nodded. “I hope you don’t.”
I took his hand and pulled him to his feet. He let me undressed him. When I was done, I pushed him back into his seat and made space for myself between his knees.
I knelt down.
He was so hard, it felt like I had to force the length away from his skin. He hissed when I gripped his jutting tool, although he was too thick for me to wrap my fingers around fully. His eyes closed briefly before shining on me again, and his hips jerked, coming off the chair before settling back down.
He looked down at me with desire-laden eyes, but demanded nothing. He just watched to see what I would do next.
I nuzzled him. He smelled warm, musky, and clean. I licked a path from the root of him to the tip, moaning softly at the slightly salty taste of him. I licked my lips and then went back to him eagerly, closing my lips around his head. I looked up at him and saw his pupils dilate as his thighs tensed under my actions.
His fingers tangled in my hair and he bucked into my mouth, force-feeding himself into my throat.
I gagged, an automatic reaction, and he immediately subdued his motions.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to lose control like that,” he said.
I pulled away, holding his gaze. “Take what you need, Tucker. I can handle it.”
With my permission, he slid deep inside and together we built a rhythm that made him shudder. I remembered how he liked to be pleasured and pulled out all the stops. My muscles adjusted to the invasion after being so long unused and he slid neatly into my throat with every upward push of his hips.
He reacted to my every action, his control crumbling to pieces. I felt a heady feeling of power shooting straight to the center of me. Wetness made me slippery between my legs and I could feel the lips guarding my center rubbing against each other.
“Stop, baby, please,” Tucker grunted. “I don’t want to come this way. I want to be inside you.”
With the taste of him thick on my tongue, I got up and climbed onto his lap. With my feet planted firmly on the floor, my thighs were on either side of his. Cupping his face in my hands, I moved closer until only a whisper of air separated our lips.
“Make love to me,” I pleaded, my heart close to the surface and my lips sharing more than I meant to say.
All that was supposed to exist between us was sex. Nothing more, nothing less. But this time, I wanted a connection more than that. I wanted—needed—him emotionally.
He let out a harsh breath. Looking into his eyes was like watching walls drop. Like looking into my own soul.
I’d been so stupid to run away from him before.
“You have no idea how bad I want to,” he said. He reached down and grabbed himself, positioning so that his cap lined with my center. I let my weight settle on him and gravity took care of the rest.
I moaned as I slid down on him.
How could I have thought that I could live without this man?
He conquered every part of me as we became one. Every nerve ending in my body was stimulated and burned for him. Being stuffed with him was the most delicious pain.
“Damn, you’re tight,” he groaned.