Page 97 of An Engagement for Erica

But she was on it and might as well get two uses out of it if she could.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Don’t talk,” she said. “Be in the moment. That’s what you want.”

“I want what you want,” he said.

She pulled his mouth to hers. “What I want is no more talking. No lights. No nothing. Just do it. No thoughts either.”

The moonlight was coming through the windows enough that she saw the smirk on his face.

His hands went to her underwear and yanked them down, she kicked them away too, then she finished unfastening his jeans and pushed them down.

He didn’t kick them away but picked her up and put her legs around his waist.

She felt his dick moving around and finding where he needed to go, then thrusting in fast.

Her head went back, hit the door, and she didn’t care.

It felt way too good.

Maybe it was the feeling of skin-to-skin.

Or it could just be Tucker being in her again.

Yeah, that was it.

She wasn’t sure she’d ever wanted sex as much as she did with Tucker.

For someone who lived so close to her that she could sneak out and walk down to his house, she wasn’t getting it as much as she would have liked.

His mouth crushed hers, his hips jerked up into hers a few times.

Each time she let out a small moan. Maybe it was a groan.

Who knows? Who cares?

It was a sound she didn’t normally make when she was having sex.

But she didn’t have sex standing up either because she’d never been with a man that she was confident enough wouldn’t drop her.

Her ankles locked around his back, her arms around his neck.

“Are you okay?” he asked. He sounded out of breath.

“Yes. I’m not too heavy for you, am I?”

He laughed and thrust into her harder. “Not even close.”

He had one hand braced on the wall, another under her hips.

He was moving in short fast bursts of speed and she was barely able to hold on.

The feelings growing inside of her weren’t anything like she’d experienced before.

Could be good or bad.

She wasn’t sure of anything other than she was trying not to think.

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