Page 98 of An Engagement for Erica

She started to move with him, positive he wasn’t going to let her fall.

Those movements had her grinding and that only magnified what was building between her legs.

The faster she was moving, the quicker he was too.

Then out of the blue, she started to come. It hit her like a lightning strike right between her legs.

“Oh God, Tucker,” she said. She kept moving but wasn’t able to keep up with him.

It didn’t matter, because what she was feeling wasn’t ending either.

Then Tucker just froze and she actually felt him coming in her.

Each pulse he had, she was matching it.

His forehead was on the door next to her face while he was gasping for air.

They stayed there for a minute. Could be longer.

She’d lost track of time along with her thought process.

Then he was walking and she thought he was going to put her on the bed, but he walked into the bathroom and had her standing by the door to the water closet.

Before she went in and shut that door, she noticed that his pants weren’t on, but he was still wearing socks.

She started to laugh while she cleaned up.

When she opened the door, Tucker turned and leaned against the sink naked as her...but she was minus the socks since she hadn’t put any on with her shoes.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

Her eyes dropped to his black ankle socks. He’d had sneakers on.

“It’s a new look on you. A nice one.”

“I wasn’t thinking about removing them. Besides, you weren’t looking at anything and probably didn’t know my jeans were around my ankles. I thought I was being gentlemanly carrying you in there.”

“It was very gentlemanly. Also stopped a mess from landing on your floors.”

He laughed and held his hand out to her.

She moved closer and he pulled her into his arms. “This is the side of you I wanted to see. Was it that hard for you to do?”

“No,” she said. “Why?”

“Because your face is bright red. Not sure if it was like that while we were going at it or not. You didn’t want the lights on.”

“I didn’t want the lights on because I didn’t want you to walk away from me to do it. I didn’t want any time to think about what I wanted to do.”

“Ahh,” he said. “Got it. So maybe it’s red from the exertion and not embarrassment.”

“Sure,” she lied. “That’s it.”

“You need to work on your poker face,” he said, hugging her.

“Do you really want me to do that?” she asked. “I’ve got a good one in work mode. But I thought you wanted something different when it was personal.”

“I just want you, Erica. Whatever you want to give me, that is what I want.”

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