He fused his tongue to hers, his cock went instantly hard, and he shoved his hands into her hair, holding her head in place so he could explore her mouth, take the kiss deeper. He rocked his cock against her body. In response, she let out a soft, throaty moan that shot straight to his balls. Her hands roamed over him, her nails dug into him, and if he didn’t get her naked right goddamned now he might just explode.

The problem was, it felt really damn good to feel her against him, all her soft parts against his hard parts. He didn’t want to move his cock away from her since he was nestled between her legs, rocking against her.

“You keep doing that and you’ll make me come.”

He lifted his head and looked down at her. “Through all that denim?”

“Okay, it might take me a while, but it sure feels good.”

“It’ll feel even better without clothes.”

She pushed her hips against him. “Then what are we doing in the hall? Let’s get naked.”

He grinned, then reached around to cup her butt, drawing her closer. “I was getting there, it’s just that you feel really good, Aubry.”

Her breath escaped, a slight gasp with it. “Naked, Tucker. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He took her by the hand and led her to his bedroom. He didn’t even bother flipping on the lights, because he knew where all the furniture was in his room. She didn’t, though, which was fine with him, because it forced Aubry to stay close to him. He had her tucked against his side, loving the feel of her soft curves as he directed her to his bed and sat her down on the edge. He bent and pulled off her heels, the ones that made her legs look long and made him think about her wrapping those long legs around him while he pumped into her.

His dick twitched.

Yeah, slow down, buddy.

He raised up and undid the button on her jeans, then the zipper, his fingers colliding with satiny skin as he drew the jeans over her hips and down her legs.

He wasn’t a patient man. Not when sex was involved. And damn if these jeans weren’t glued to her legs. He wanted to tear them off but the moonlight streaming in through the windows reflected off her face, and she was watching him undress her. He crooked a half smile at her.

“I think women wear these jeans on purpose.”

She cocked a brow. “Really. For what reason.”

He sat on his heels. “Multiple purposes, actually. One, they make your ass and legs look amazing.”

She smiled at him. “Thanks.”

“And two, they take fucking forever to get off of you, so you force us to be patient.”

“I don’t recall asking you to be patient. Right now I don’t care if you cut them off. You remember I was the one who suggested we get naked.”

That was the right answer. He hurriedly jerked them down her legs and tossed them onto the nearby chair, then smoothed his hands up her legs, unable to resist touching every inch of exposed skin.

“Now who’s the one forcing patience?” Aubry glared down at him.

He grinned. “But there are so many awesome places on you to put my hands. And my mouth.”

He kissed her thighs, then spread her legs, laying his lips on that sweet spot right where her inner thigh touched the tantalizing lace of her panties. She took in a sharp breath, and that was the sound he wanted to hear, especially when it was followed by a moan when he put his mouth on her sex. Even through her underwear, he tasted her—that sweet, salty, unique flavor that belonged only to Aubry.

He wanted more, so he drew her panties aside and licked her. She moaned, louder and longer this time.

“Oh, God yes. Do that again,” she said. “Just like that. For a really long time. Until I come.”

He could work with that direction. He slipped his tongue inside of her, then licked the length of her, slow and easy. He listened to the sounds she made, using those keys as a road map and enjoying every step of the journey. She tasted like tart honey and he could stay here and lick her up for hours. But eventually she tensed, writhed against him and he could tell she was almost there, so he gave her a little more pressure with his tongue and quickened his pace.

And when she arched against his face and shuddered, crying out his name, he knew she was coming. He tasted her sweet release, lapped it up, his hands on her hips holding her while she shuddered. He kept his mouth on her, giving her that contact she needed until her hips relaxed to the bed.

God, that was good. Feeling Aubry writhe all over his bed, listening to her moans, tasting her—it was all he could do not to interrupt her pleasure by shoving his cock in her until he came. Until they both came. But she tasted so damn sweet, and he wanted her to come first. Now that she had, he wanted to hear those cries again. This time, while he was inside of her.