39. Skylar
Chapter Thirty-Nine
SKYLAR
I felt stripped bare emotionally as if all my defenses had fallen away. As vulnerable as I felt, I meant what I’d said. I trusted Tucker completely. It felt serendipitous that we both got letters from people who meant something different to each of us that basically told us not to be stupid.
Tucker was kissing me, and we had just walked in. My back was pressed against the door. I was the one who started it. I’d yanked him down because I needed to kiss him. I needed the physical, visceral sensation.
He broke free. The sound of our ragged breathing filled the air. He stared down at me, saying, “We’re going to your bedroom.”
“The door’s fine,” I teased.
His chuckle was gruff as he lifted me in his arms and carried me across the living room and into my bedroom. He undressed me slowly. I felt as if I were a gift just for him.
His hands mapped my body. His touch was gentle and sensual and sent licks of fire over my skin everywhere he touched me with sparks flying into the air around us.
He murmured hot, sweet, and dirty words.
By the time he spread me out on the bed, and his weight came down over me, I was melted, liquid, and so needy I was gasping and begging for him.
I was not one to plead, but I had never felt as desperate as I did then.
I always held something back, but this felt different.
The reckless edge that came with sex for me was gone.
This was so intimate. I almost couldn’t bear it.
When I felt the nudge of him at my core followed by the thick glide as he filled me, I cried out.
My orgasm startled me with its swiftness and ferocity.
He held me tight, staying with me through it. He flew with me this time.
Afterward, he held me close and remained with me through the night. I felt the opposite of alone, so interconnected emotionally I couldn’t sense where my feelings ended and his began.