Before I knew it, I was turned and lying on the sofa with Tucker leaning over me.
“You fucking drive me insane, Charlie.”
Gasping for air, I responded, “Ditto, Tucker.”
Tucker pressed his mouth to mine, and I tasted myself on his tongue. At first, I wanted to push him away. I’d never let a guy kiss me after oral sex. But instead, I laced my fingers into his hair and pulled his mouth closer, deepening the kiss. He moaned, I moaned, and then I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance.
“Yes,” I hissed. As I wrapped my legs around him, I pulled him closer to me, causing the tip of his head to push inside of me.
“Charleston,” he whimpered. The sound of my name off his lips made me lift my hips. He couldn’t go anywhere but deeper inside, and that’s exactly where I needed him right then.
“Fuck me, Tucker. Please … fuck me.”
He pushed the rest of the way inside of me, causing me to let out a loud yelp. When he stilled, he pulled back and looked at me. “Are you okay?”
I nodded and bit down on my lip, trying to ignore how the size of him pushing into me felt like he had just ripped me in two.
“I forgot how big you were, and it’s sort of been a while since I’ve been with anyone.”
Tucker smiled and then kissed me gently. Our pace slowed down and as he pulled out slowly and pushed back in even slower, I felt my body melt into the sofa.
“Feels. So. Damn. Good.” Tucker was breathy, his mouth pressing light kisses along my jawline.
My fingers moved lightly over his chiseled back as we moved in perfect unison.
“Tucker,” I whispered his name as if he was the most precious thing in the world to me. And maybe in a way he was. I denied my feelings for this man for so long; I wanted to stop denying them. I wanted him. All of him.
“Charleston, baby, I can’t … you feel too good, and I’m fighting to not lose control. Are you almost there, baby?”
He pulled back and our eyes met. The slow pace of his lovemaking was messing with my heart. I needed him to let go; this was feeling too real. Too much like that fateful weekend.
“I am. Lose control. I need you to lose control. Please.”
Tucker closed his eyes and leaned up. He grabbed my legs, moved them over his chest and shoulders, and started to do exactly what I had asked him to do.
The sounds of our bodies smacking together and our breathy moans filled my living room. It was carnal, raw, and sexy as hell.
When Tucker moved his hand between us and pressed on my clit, I came undone.
“Tucker!” I screamed, my body pulsing as my orgasm took over.
“Jesus, I’m coming, baby, hold on.”
I watched as Tucker fell apart. His face showed exactly how good this felt, and I couldn’t pull my eyes away from him. The expression on his face was one of pure ecstasy, and the power that gave me knowing I was the one who was putting that pleasure on his face was enough to make me come again.
The next thing I knew, Tucker was over my body, barely able to hold himself off me as we attempted to catch our breath.
“Fucking hell, Charlie.”
My chest tightened. Sex with Tucker was the best sex I’d ever had. And the fact that he was the only man to ever call me by my real name during sex also played around with my heart and head.
Could I do this? Seduce this man and somehow get him to marry me, then spend the next year pretending I wanted to stay married? Putting on a show for whom? A bunch of old men who needed me to somehow prove to them I could run my own goddamn company?
The thing that scared me the most was … would I really be putting on a show?
“Hey,” he whispered, kissing me lightly on the forehead. “Are you okay? You seem a little lost.”
Pushing the stupid problem out of my head, I looked into his eyes and smiled. “I’m more than okay. I’m blissfully happy, sedated, and completely relaxed.”