Good Girls Don't (Donovan Brothers Brewery 1)

Finally, she was settled against him. He kissed her and she rocked into him, burning out hundreds of synapses in his brain. When her body softened a bit, he began to fuck her.

If he’d still been under any illusion of virginity, this would’ve destroyed it. Though she let him set the pace, Tessa rode him like she knew exactly what she wanted, rolling her hips and arching her back. She reached up and pulled her hair free of the ponytail, and when she shook it out, Luke had to close his eyes for a moment. He was trying to hold tight to control, and her hair falling down her shoulders as her breasts bounced with her movement… That wasn’t something he could handle at the moment.

He concentrated on his thrusts, rising up to meet her hips, feeling the way he fit inside her. He slid his hands up her hips to her waist and ribs and breasts. She sobbed when he pinched her nipples, so Luke pulled her hips tight against him and sat up to put his mouth to her.

“Yes,” she urged as his teeth scraped her nipple. He shifted them both closer to the edge of the couch, then began to slowly rock into her as he sucked hard at her breast.

“Oh… That’s…” Her words disappeared into a soft groan as she rolled into his thrusts. Both her hands clutched his hair, her nails biting into his scalp. For a moment, Luke was so lost in her lovely whimpers of pleasure that he forgot his own desperate situation. His control slipped, and he cursed as pressure gathered at the base of his cock.

He lifted his mouth from her, gritting his teeth as Tessa worked herself against him, and now her breathy sounds were pure torture. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Even as his jaw got tighter and tighter, her face went soft, her eyes closed as she lost herself. He never wanted this to end. Never. But his body strained toward orgasm.

“Fuck,” he breathed. She was close. Her sighs were inching higher. Her teeth pressed into her lower lip. Luke curved his arms around her and pushed off the couch, turning until it was her ass perched on the cushions and he knelt between her legs.

Biting back a scream, Tessa opened her eyes and stared at him in shock.

“Sorry,” he murmured. Instead of burying himself in her over and over, Luke spread his fingers over her belly and feathered his thumb across her clit.

“Oh!” she gasped.

He held himself still, deep inside her, as he rubbed her clit until he felt her thighs tremble against him.

“Oh, God,” she cried out. “Fuck me, please.”

Jaw jumping with tension, he waited, holding off until her spine arched, and she begged one last time.

Finally…finally, he gave her what they both wanted with brutal, deep strokes. Tessa came screaming, her hips jerking into his thrusts, and just as she began to quiet, Luke came, his vision going dark as pleasure crushed him in a pulsing grip.

He collapsed, still gripping her hips. He rested his forehead against the back of the couch and breathed in the scent of her shoulder. She smelled good, like soap and sleep-warmed skin. She rested a hand on the nape of his neck and petted him in slow strokes. Christ, he felt like purring.

It’d been a while since he’d had sex, and it had been a helluva long time since he’d felt anything close to that good.

Tessa weaved her fingers into his hair and pulled him gently up to kiss his mouth.

“Do you want me to go?” he asked quietly.

Her fingers tightened, and she pulled him back a little farther so that their eyes met. “Don’t be silly,” she whispered, and his relief told him just how much he didn’t want to leave.

When this was over, it would hurt, and Luke didn’t even fucking care.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

TESSA WAS DRIFTING in a lovely, warm, supremely satisfied place when she heard the heavy thud of a car door closing. She opened her eyes, immediately awake, and saw that the other side of the bed was empty.

Damn. She’d been hoping that Luke would wake her up this morning before sneaking out. She’d hoped he’d wake her with some more of that crazy good sex. But he’d needed to get to work, probably. Her hours started later than most people’s.

But God, that would’ve been nice. Plus she wanted to ride him while he was totally naked. Oh, well. Maybe tonight.

Just as she was relaxing into the pillow, smiling at the thought of another hour of sleep, Tessa heard the lock on her front door slide open. In that awful moment, she registered two very important things. One, the sound of the car door had come from the front of the house, and Luke had parked in the alley. Two, her shower was running and she wasn’t in it. And then, of course, came the third awful truth: letting her brothers have keys to her house had been a stupid, stupid idea.

Tessa jumped from bed with a curse just as Eric’s voice floated in from the kitchen. “Tessa? You up yet?” The clink of bottles told her he was rifling through her fridge, which gave her a few minutes to do…something. First things first. She needed to cover her naked body, and quick.

Tessa bounded from bed and grabbed the robe she always threw over the chair in the corner. She tied the belt in a frantic knot, then dropped to her knees to scoot Luke’s clothes under her bed. One shoe was missing, though, and she wasted a good ten seconds looking for the other.

The fridge door closed.

“Balls,” she cursed, just as she spotted his other shoe and threw it into her open closet.

Feet slapping the wood floor, she raced for the door of her bedroom, shutting it behind her as Eric started down the hall. Unfortunately, the sound of the shower still echoed through the wood.