Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“I wanted a minute alone with you,” he says as he brings my hand up so he can kiss it. “Thanks for taking the lead on finding the cats homes.”
“It’s fun.” I shrug and feel the familiar butterflies flutter in my belly when his lips meet my skin. “I feel like a match maker.”
“Hmm.”
We’re near the truck now, and he cages me in, my back to the door, his arms braced on either side of me, leaning in so close, his warmth seeps right into me. I fucking love it when he touches me.
“What are we doing out here, Tucker?”
“It’s been too fucking long since I kissed you,” he murmurs before his mouth comes down to mine, and he brushes back and forth, so softly, it makes my toes curl and my thighs tighten with need.
He’s the best kisser ever.
He could likely win awards.
Then those talented lips open, and he licks across the seam of my mouth, and when I open to him, he sinks into me, and we both groan when he boosts me up in his arms, braced against the side of the truck, and devours me.
It’s always like this. The most innocent of kisses turns hot so damn fast, my head spins. We can’t keep our hands off each other. I’ve never had so much sex in my entire life, and I do not want it to stop.
This is the benefit of leaving the one-night-stand life behind, because he knows my body better than I do, and it doesn’t take much to turn me the hell on.
“In the truck,” I murmur against his lips.
He doesn’t need to be told twice.
Tucker opens the back door, and we slide in. We’re in the back of the lot, between two other big trucks, so we’re fairly well hidden, and even if we were in the middle of the street with a spotlight, I wouldn’t want him to stop.
“You’re every goddamn fantasy,” he mutters against my ear as he wiggles the dress I wore tonight up my legs and around my hips. “I never stop wanting you. It’s constant, Duchess. It’s a fucking ache in my soul.”
“Good because same.” I nibble on his neck, and he fiddles with his belt, finally unleashing his spectacular cock and dragging the head through my already sopping-wet core.
“So fucking wet for me. Every single time. My goddamn drug of choice. What do you need, beautiful?”
“You know what I need.”
He grins against my mouth. “But I love it when you tell me exactly what you need in that sexy-as-fuck voice of yours. Use your words, baby.”
“I need your cock inside of me. Fill me up and make me come undone.”
“Good fucking girl.” He bites my bottom lip as he pushes inside me, and I gasp, my breath hitching when he starts to move hard and fast. “This isn’t going to be slow. They’re going to miss us and come looking, so I need you to come for me, perfect girl.”
“Jesus, this is so fucking hot.”
He presses his thumb to my clit, in just that way that he knows will send me into the fucking stratosphere, and I cry out as I come around him, milking his cock as shudders rock through me.
“Yes, baby,” he groans, pressing his forehead to mine, and then he follows me over, rocking into me, spilling his seed inside me. “Fuck, Darby. You’re so goddamn everything.”
I have to blink back tears at that. At the way his voice cracks on that word and how tenderly he presses his lips to my forehead.
I’m falling in love with this man so fucking fast, and I don’t know that I can stop it.
I don’t know that I want to stop it.
“We should get back,” he murmurs. “But we’ll be doing this again when we get home.”
“And do I get to come?” I remember how he said he’d withhold one orgasm from me tonight, and he didn’t do it here in the truck.
“Maybe. If you’re a good girl.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
TUCKER
Two weeks later, I wake up before dawn and frown when I realize that my girl is no longer in our bed.
Our bed.
This isn’t just mine anymore. I’ll never sleep here again and not expect to find her here. I can still smell her, but the warmth on the sheets is gone. I know that she’s been on call with Dr. Fisher, and springtime is busy on ranches. It seems there’s always an animal that needs help.
I sit at the side of the bed and find a note from her under my phone.
T-
You’re so handsome when you’re asleep. Didn’t want to wake you. I have to go help Dr. Fisher with another horse delivery. I don’t know when I’ll be back.
xo
D
I grin and lift the paper to my nose, hoping to find her scent there, but it’s just paper.