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I observe him for long seconds. His broad chest rises quickly as he waits for my answer. He is right, I have to stop lying to myself. We have to stop sleeping together if we’re going to lie that it will be the last time.
I like to feel him inside me, I like to feel him above me. I have the right to accept the pleasure I feel in his arms, right? This is by no means a couple with commitments. He wants something without headaches. He offers me pleasure and sex without feelings.
And that’s what I want too, despite the pinch of guilt I feel when I think about Rafael. But after all, I’m not agreeing to anything serious.
Something is titillating me. Deep inside me, a small voice whispers that this will be the beginning of something else. It tells me that Tucker and I need something else, something deeper. But I can’t listen to it.
“So?” he pushes.
I raise my head, staring for a second at his full lips, his straight nose, his eyes so peculiar, surrounded by black lashes, his eyebrows of the same color. I can’t reject him, I wouldn’t be able to. I inhale deeply, tightening my fingers on his biceps.
“I accept.”
An adorable little smile forms on his mouth. Her eyes sparkle with amusement…contentment? Probably both. I don’t have time to figure out what’s going on before both of his hands wrap around my waist and squeeze.
“Great, let’s have sex.”
I burst out laughing at his demanding tone. He was really looking forward to it. “What? No! No! Not like that! Not right now! We just had a fight.”
“And then we made a deal. Besides, anger sharpens the pleasure, you know?”
His fingers press a little more against my skin, tightening around me. His mouth slams roughly against mine. Before his tongue conquers mine, I pull my face back with difficulty, letting his breath hit my wet lips.
“I can’t. When I get back, okay? I have my early flight tomorrow and—”
“And I’m sure you’re already all wet for me. If it’s not the case, I’ll leave you alone this time.”
“What?” I squeak.
I pull on his hair, but he drops to his knees in front of me.
“What are you doing?” I exclaim, praying for him to get up while pushing back the flush of desire that invades me.
He almost purrs and stays on his knees in front of my hips, like a predator. How could the situation have changed so much in fifteen minutes? It’s as if the acceptance he heard in my voice, mixed with my desire, completely fulfilled him.
He quickly unbuttons my pants, and a cool draft passes over my buttocks as he pulls them down.
“Tucker,” I grumble. “Someone might see us. Maybe they haven’t even left yet and are waiting for you to calm down before coming back in.”
The end of my sentence is lost in my moan as he pulls the lace of my thong aside with his fingertips. As his tongue delicately lands on my flesh and wraps around my clit, I pull his hair again. This time, it is to bring him closer to me. His index finger moves up the back of my thigh. I feel like I’m going to fall apart, but he keeps me upright with his other hand. His finger gently enters me to test my reaction. He titillates me relentlessly, making me pant with desire, before pulling out his index finger and bringing it to his mouth with a naughty look. He licks it while staring straight into my eyes.
“Hmmm…soaking wet. Who was right?”
He kisses me one last time, his fingers twisting over the fabric of my underwear. I hear a loud ripping sound as he tears it between his fingers. Without missing a beat, Tucker stands up, pulling his shirt over his head.
“I don’t think you really want me to walk away.”
The tips of my breasts harden as he shamelessly undresses in front of me. I nod my head before shedding my shirt. He leans gently towards me, and my arms go around his neck as my legs hook onto his hips.
“It’s true,” I whisper in his ear before nibbling on it. “I really want you to take me. Hard.”
He purrs again. I hear the sound of a package tearing. A few seconds later, he’s still standing and controlling my descent so I can impale myself gently on him.
“I’ll see what I can do,” he whispers against my lips.
I lick his mouth, his throat, his Adam’s apple pulsing against my tongue. His hairs irritate the bottom of my chin.
“Harder,” I order him without thinking.
