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“I want to look at you, too.” She reached out, her small, soft hand low on his abdomen. Her gaze flicked up to his. “Okay?”

Look—and touch, apparently. Another fantasy. “Yeah.”

“I’ve seen pictures, of course. But I haven’t seen—” she gestured at him “—this, not up close and personal.”

It’d kill him if he didn’t have her soon, but he said, “Look as long as you want.”

She wrapped her hand around him, her gaze intent with fascination. Not since he was sixteen and exploring his sexuality for the first time had a female looked at him quite that way.

To help keep them on even ground, his fingers returned to her breasts, playing lightly over her nipples. Pausing, she inhaled and her eyelids half lowered. Her small hand remained wrapped around him, and now she squeezed in reaction to how he touched her.

At the end of his rope, Tucker pulled her hand away, ignoring her small protest, and pressed her back on the bed. She started to readjust, bringing up her legs from where they dangled over the side, but he stopped her. She was just where he wanted her.

And he knew exactly what he wanted to do. “Relax.”

“But—”

“Shh.” Stroking his hands down her thighs to her knees, he parted her, opening her legs wide, then knelt between them.

Going tense all over, she fisted her hands in the bedding, but otherwise she didn’t move, barely even breathed.

Looking at her, Tucker whispered, “So pretty.” He kissed the inside of one tender thigh while reaching up to her breasts again, teasing her nipples, rolling, tugging.

When her hips lifted, he took the invitation and nuzzled against her heated sex. She was already wet, hot, and he breathed her in, in his mind claiming her as his own.

She stirred restlessly until he brought one hand down to touch her, moving his thumb over her, then turning his hand to work a finger into her, slowly stroking, pulling out to touch her clitoris, then sinking in again as far as he could.

Her soft moan told him that she liked that—but he knew what she’d like more.

When he closed his mouth over her, her whole body went taut, her breath laboring. With satisfaction, he felt wetness slick his finger more, felt her clenching tight. Loving the taste of her, her scent, he worked her relentlessly, determined that her pleasure would be a fact before he took his own.

Suddenly she broke, groaning harshly, twisting, gasping, and at the last, as her climax faded, she whispered, “Tucker.”

He stood, but she lay lax, her legs still over the side of the bed, eyes closed, cheeks flushed and damp, hair tangled.

The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

Feeling beyond possessive, Tucker scooped her up and put her properly in the bed. She got her heavy eyes open just a bit, watching him as he grabbed the condom he’d put on the nightstand earlier. He rolled it on in haste, the blood pumping through his veins, throbbing in his dick.

Without a word, he settled over her, bracing on his forearms, kneeing her legs wider apart.

She lifted a hand and touched his jaw, still looking slumberous and sated, and maybe a little awed. He kissed her mouth—and guided himself into her.

The last thing he’d ever want to do was to hurt her, but she was slick, swollen and hot, and he had to believe it’d be okay because he couldn’t wait a second more.

Reaching down between their bodies, he parted her, nudged against her and pressed in.

She freed her mouth on a gasp...that turned into a soft groan. Tucker paused, but she put her legs around him, her heels digging into his back with invitation.

He looked into her eyes and thrust again, burying himself in the soft grasp of her body.

“So tight.” Knowing he wouldn’t last, he began a slow rhythm that quickly accelerated until he felt his release boiling up. He was about to let go when her eyes became dazed. Her legs tightened, and she arched into him.

Loving the sight of her pleasure, he held off by sheer force of will. She put her head back, crying out, and seeing her like that finished him. He thrust deep one more time, then held himself there as he shuddered with his own release.

Their breaths mingled as he sank against her, cushioned by her soft, full breasts, held in the cradle of her slender thighs.

She pressed her lips lightly to his shoulder, then let out a long shaky sigh.

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