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Dressingsexy is kind of out of the question since it’s too cold, but I wear my favoriteyoga pants that I know show off my ass, and a long sleeved tee that’s prettyform fitting as well. The second I walk into the living room, his eyes are onme and I see his lips part for a moment before he drags his gaze away.
“Thefire should keep it warm enough for a while. I disconnected the heater so wecan watch TV,” he says, scooting toward the far end of the couch. Yeah, thatisn’t going to work.
“Soundsgood,” I reply, sitting right next to him.
“Youjust missed the news. They’ve activated the National Guard. They’re helpingclear the roads and get supplies to people who are stranded.”
“Wemay not be trapped that long after all,” I remark.
I’mrewarded with a grunt while he flips through TV channels, finally stopping onsome show I don’t recognize. I don’t care. There’s only one thing on my mind.
Iput my hand on his leg and run it up his thigh, feeling the hard muscle flexbeneath my fingers. “Leah,” he warns, looking down at me.
Idon’t give him a chance to say anymore. I throw my leg over him, straddling hislap and slam my mouth to his. My hands travel to his shoulders as my tongueslips between his lips. He’s reluctant for a split second, then it’s likesomeone lit a fuse beneath him.
Oneof his hands slides up my nape and under my hair while the other tightens on myhip. The little drunken kiss we shared was nothing compared to this. Afterholding back for so long we’re nearly frantic, kissing one another as if it’sour one chance.
Webreak apart, and the rasp of his stubble against my skin as he latches onto myneck makes me groan. He kisses and licks down my neck and across my collarbone.I jerk my shirt off before he can gain control of himself and second guessthis.
“Fuck,Leah,” he growls, when he sees I’m not wearing a bra. His hot mouth covers mynipple and I grind against his lap as he sucks it in. I can feel him growinghard beneath me and it sends spikes of excitement through me like I’ve neverfelt before.
Notsuch a kid now, am I?
“Skin,”I mumble, pulling his shirt up. He reaches over his shoulder and yanks it offand I finally get to run my hands over that chiseled chest. The soft chest hairbetween my fingers just turns me on more. It’s so fucking rugged and masculineandTucker.
Ireach down the front of his sweats and grin when I find no barrier between myhand and his cock. “No underwear?” I tease. “Kinky.”
Hiswords come out in a gravelly voice I’ve never heard, but instantly love. “Youcouldn’t handle my kinks, little girl.”
“You’dbe surprised what I’m capable of.” I wrap my fingers tightly around his cockand give it a few long, slow strokes.
Hishead falls back against the couch and his groan spurs me on. It isn’t until Igrab the condom from my pocket and toss it on the couch that a flash of doubtcrosses his face.
“Damnit,” he curses through gritted teeth. “You’re Dare’s sister. I can’t takeadvantage.”
“Itlooks like I’m the one with the advantage right now.” I squeeze him and hisbreath catches.
“Leah.”
“Tucker.”I look him in the eye, still stroking him. “I’m not a child. I don’t need to betaken care of and coddled. I won’t break. What I need is to be fucked good andhard. Can you do that?”
Theroom spins as I’m yanked off of his lap and my back meets the couch. Hisfingers are between my legs and –damn, when did he take my pants and pantiesoff? As soon as his fingers meet my skin, he curses again. “Fuck, you’re sowet.”
“Foryou,” I gasp.
“Damnright for me.”
Hishead dips between my legs and the feel of his tongue on me is all I can take.I’ve been on edge for too damn long. He’s barely got started when I cry out asa powerful orgasm rages through me.
BeforeI can recover my senses, he has the condom unwrapped and rolled down hislength. My eyes widen at the sight of him. He’s bigger than I’ve ever had, andjudging by his smirk, my expression doesn’t escape his notice.
Hebends my knee up and it brushes the back of the couch as my other foot lands onthe floor as he spreads me wide. I grasp his arms as he slides slowly insideme, gritting my teeth at the delicious pain of being stretched beyond my limit.His biceps flex under my hands while he eases out and back in a few times untilpain melts into pleasure.
I’mno virgin, but it’s never felt like this with anyone else. Every movement hemakes sends a flurry of tingles racing across my skin and I know it isn’t goingto take me long to come again.
“Yes!God, right there,” I breathe, wrapping my legs around his waist.
Theman can take direction well. He thrusts into me, hitting the spot that ismaking me throw any shame to the wind. I’m not much of a dirty talker but histalented movements are making me say all kinds of shit.
