He crawled up her body, planting kisses along her hip and rib cage, lifting her shirt as he did. He drew it over her head, then unhooked her bra and removed that, too. He made quick work of getting rid of his own clothes, then dropped down on top of her, rubbing his chest against her nipples.

“Mmm,” Aubry said.

“Good?”

“Yeah. Let’s do more of . . . all of that. But with your cock inside of me this time. I could use another orgasm.”

He liked Aubry’s open and aggressive approach to sex. He’d been with women who weren’t vocal, who didn’t tell him what they liked. Not that he minded shy. He could coax a response. But he much preferred a confident woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it.

And he definitely wanted to give it to her. He grabbed a condom from his nightstand, then reached for her legs, pulling her to the edge of his bed.

“Oh, I like where this is going.”

He grasped his dick, stroked it. “This is going in your pussy.”

She laughed. “Hurry up.”

“You’re taking all the romance out of it, Aubry.”

“Aww. And does that hurt your tender little feelings?”

Now it was his turn to laugh. “I’ll give you some feelings.”

He tore open the condom and put it on, then put his hand over her sex. Her breath sharpened—deep, harsh, her expression changing from playful to very serious as he swept his fingers over her clit.

He wanted her ready for him, and when she lifted against his hand, her eyes closing as he moved his thumb back and forth over the hardening nub, he knew she was primed.

That’s when he cupped her butt, raised her up and slid inside of her.

Her eyes opened and she met his gaze, grabbing his arms to draw him deeper.

She lifted her hips, giving him access to her.

“Damn, you’re pretty here,” he said, looking at her—at them, where they were joined. “I can see my cock going in and out of you. Your pussy lips grab me, sucking onto me as I slide out of you. You’re so tight and hot and wet, Aubry. All I want to do is stay buried inside of you, to feel you squeeze my cock like this.”

The grip she held on him and the way she looked at him when he fucked her was torture of the best kind. Her gaze was direct and passion filled, and he could feel her wrapping herself around him, inside and out. It was a heady feeling, putting him in a fog of pleasure like he’d never felt before.

He could get so lost in her, in the sensations she wove around him. Her scent, the way she looked at him, the way it felt to be inside of her.

He gripped her hip and raised her leg, nestling against her to take her mouth in a kiss that made him lose himself even further. He tangled his fingers in her hair, breathing in her scent as he drove his cock in deeper. And when she sucked on his tongue, it took everything in him to hold off, to wait, when all he wanted to do was spill inside of her.

Just a few seconds longer. He’d go when she went.

And when she came, it was goddamned perfect. She whimpered against his mouth, squeezed his cock with contractions and raked her nails along his arm. He was pretty sure blinding white lightning hit parts of his brain when he let go. He rocked hard and deep into her as he gave her everything he had.

Spent and sweating, he wrapped his arm around her and just . . . stilled, absorbing the thrumming beats of both their hearts as they settled.

Aubry ran her fingers through his hair with one hand while rubbing his back with the other.

“I might need a shower,” she said. “You’re sweating on me.”

He raised his head to look down at her. “You complaining?”

Her lips curled. “Not a bit.”

He finally got up and pulled her to a standing position. “Let’s go.”

They took a quick shower and he washed her back, kissing all the red spots he’d put on her body with his day’s growth of beard.

Her skin was tender, and he’d scratched it. But she didn’t seem to mind, which was a good thing, because he sure as hell liked touching her—especially with his mouth.

They got out of the shower and dried off. She went into his closet and came out wearing one of his T-shirts.

He didn’t mind that, either. He grabbed a pair of sweats and climbed into those.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry,” he said.

“You are, huh?”

“Yeah. Sex always revs up my appetite.”

She shook her head. “Don’t look at me, Tucker. I’m no great cook.”

“Surely between the two of us we can come up with something simple.”