Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
DARBY
The sun is high in the sky when I wake up, and I realize two things.
One, this is the most comfortable bed I’ve ever slept in in my life. It’s not too soft, and it’s cozy, and the blankets are perfect. I slept like the dead, with not one nightmare in sight.
And two, I’m not alone.
Tucker is behind me, his heavy arm draped around my waist and holding my stomach, as if he’s making sure I don’t run away in the middle of the night.
His thigh is tucked between mine, and I can feel his breath on my neck.
His cock is full and hard, and pressed against the cleft of my ass, and I want to wiggle against him, to move just slightly so he can push inside me.
But he’s still breathing deeply, slowly, still clearly in sleep, and that gives me time to take stock of . . . everything.
I saw him naked last night, and I was too damn out of it to really enjoy him.
Don’t get me wrong, I ogled the shit out of this incredible man.
His body is something the Greek gods would be jealous of.
Every inch is sculpted perfectly, as if from marble.
I counted eight abs, which I thought was something romance novels lied about, and he’s so tall, so broad, so . . . delicious.
I want to get my mouth on him.
I also wonder if that’s a mistake. During our time together over the past couple of days, Dr. Fisher talked about Tucker a lot.
About what an incredible rancher he is and how much I can learn about the animals here.
It reiterated to me that I shouldn’t be trying to pursue something physical with Tucker and blurring the lines of personal and professional.
But then, in the middle of a major freak-out last night, Tucker came to my rescue. I didn’t have to ask, he just knew that I needed him, and it was everything. He calmed me down, got me back here, and he took care of me.
I’ve never had someone other than a hairdresser blow my hair dry.
I’ve never allowed anyone to see my scars.
I’ve never done any of this before, and as scary as it is, it’s also intriguing, and I don’t want it to stop.
“You’re thinking way too hard, Duchess.”
I didn’t hear his breath change. He tightens his grip on me, hugging my back to his front, and presses his lips to my hair.
“Good morning.” My voice is raspy with sleep and lust, and now I let my hips move, circling back against his erection.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he grumbles into my ear. “How are you doing this morning?”
“I feel rested.” I circle my hips again, making him groan. “And—”
I don’t get to complete the thought before I’m turned onto my back and Tucker’s lips cover mine as his hand cups my breast, over the borrowed shirt, and I loop my leg over his hip.
“No more waiting,” he murmurs against my lips. “If I don’t sink inside you, I’ll go out of my goddamn mind.”
“We can’t have that.” I grin and push my fingers in his hair, holding on as he continues to devour my mouth. I feel him shift, shoving his shorts down, and then he’s trying to tug my shirt off, making us both chuckle. “Here.”
I sit up long enough to get naked, and then his eyes are drinking me in, from my face to my toes and back up again.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
I wrinkle my nose. “It’s the horniness talking.”
“No, baby, it’s me looking at you that’s talking. I’m not a kid.” He drags his nose down my cheek to my jawline, and then he rests his forehead on my shoulder and growls, “Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?”
He exhales and looks at me. “I don’t have condoms, sweetheart.”
Clearing my throat, I drag my fingertips down his cheek. “I’ve got pregnancy covered. And I’m healthy.”
He blinks down at me, and then a line forms between his eyebrows.
“Are you telling me that I can—” He swallows hard and grinds his hard cock in my slit, making me whimper. “That I can fuck you bare?”
“If you’re also healthy, yes.”
“Do you want the medical records?”
“No, I’ll take you at your word. Also, I never do this without protection.”
His green eyes glow as he watches me, as if he’s trying to decide if I’m telling the truth.
“I promise, Tuck—”
“I’m good to go,” he whispers. “And I’ve never been inside anyone without a condom.”
I cup his face and bring his lips down to mine, nibbling his mouth. “Are you going to fuck me or what, Hotshot?”
With a growl, his mouth plunders mine, kissing me deep and hard, and his hand drifts down my stomach to my core. When his fingers brush over my clit and then farther to my entrance, I whimper against his lips.
“So fucking wet,” he murmurs. “You’re so goddamn wet for me, baby.”
He pushes two fingers inside me, and I arch against him, needing more.
“Tucker.”
“That’s right. Tell me what you need. Use your words, beautiful girl.”
“God, I need you inside me.”
“I am inside you.” His smile is smug, and I squeeze his ass, digging my nails into his flesh. “Ah, love your hands.”
“I need your cock inside me,” I tell him. “Please.”
His eyes dilate, and he nudges his way between my thighs.
“I was going to take my time with you this morning,” he informs me before sucking a nipple between his lips and giving a little pull, making my core tighten and my hips lift toward him in invitation. “I was going to make you come on my face before I gave you my cock.”
“Please.”
“But the way you beg is too fucking tempting.” He kisses my shoulder as I reach between us and wrap my hand around his hard length, making him suck in a quick breath.
His eyes narrow on me, and I move my hand up and down his shaft three times before rubbing my thumb over the tip, spreading the little bead of need pooled there. “Jesus, Duchess.”
“Need you,” I tell him, guiding him to my entrance. “Right now.”
He notches just the tip inside, and I hold onto his arms as he pushes all the way in so fucking slowly I grit my teeth.
“I only get to sink inside you for the first time once,” he informs me. “And I’m going to fucking savor it.”
Christ, the things this man says should be illegal.
When he’s seated fully, his forehead tips down to mine.
“Tucker,” I whisper, and that seems to be all he needs to start moving. At first, his strokes are long and slow, filling me up so completely, and then taking it away again.
“This tight cunt was made for me,” he growls as he starts to move faster. “Jesus, I can’t hold back.”
“I don’t want you to hold back.” I grip onto the nape of his neck, holding on as his hips slam against me, pushing harder and harder and grinding against my clit each time. “Oh fuck. Tucker, I’m gonna—”
“Not yet.” He pulls out, making me gasp, and sucks my nipple back in his mouth. “You’ll come when I say you can and not a minute before.”
“Tucker.”
He lifts an eyebrow, and I realize that this is a side to this man that I haven’t seen before. He’s usually so laid back, so go with the flow, and now he’s intense and in charge, and I fucking love it.
“I’m going to make you come but not fucking yet.
” He shakes his head and kisses his way down my torso, leaving wet marks that feel cool from the morning air, and I can’t help but squirm beneath him.
But when he pushes my legs up, my knees to my chest, and laps at my center, I cry out, twisting against the bed.
“Fuck!”
He pushes up on his knees and then slams back inside me, and I see stars.
Motherfucking stars.
“Yes. Yes yes yes yes yes.”
“Jesus, look at you. So flushed and swollen. Sopping wet.” He’s pounding in and out of me, and when I lick my fingers and cover my clit, his eyes narrow. “Did I say you could do that?”
I lift an eyebrow and don’t stop, and he takes my hand away, kisses my fingertips, and then replaces them with his own thumb, making me whimper.
“I get to control this clit,” he says. “I own your orgasms. Do you understand me?”
Holy fucking Moses in stilettos.
“Answer me.”
I nod, but he doesn’t like that.
“Use your words, beautiful.”
Beautiful.
No one’s ever called me that before, and he does it all the time.
“I understand.”
His green eyes soften, and he lowers to his elbow so he can kiss me. “Good girl.”
That thumb, that’s now trapped between us, flexes, and there is no way I can hold back.
“Please, Tucker. I need to—ah, fuck.”
“Come for me. Squeeze the hell out of my cock.”
My back bows, and I clench down on him, coming harder than I ever have in my life.
“Fuck, you’re strangling me. Goddamn it, Duchess.”
Before I can come down from that high, or be horrified at the thought of my scars being on full display in the morning sunlight, Tucker pulls out, flips me onto my stomach, yanks my hips up, and slams right back inside me.
His fingers are so tight on my hips, he’s sure to leave bruises, and it’s fucking awesome.
“Tuck—”
“I told you, I want to see all of you.” His thumb covers my puckered muscle, a place that no one has ever touched, and it makes me hold my breath and cover my mouth with my hand. “I want every bit of you, Duchess. No covering your voice. You’re going to scream my name with this one.”
Is he even real? Holy—
His hips hit my ass, the tip of his thumb slips inside, and then this incredible man reaches around and rubs my clit, and my soul leaves my body.
“Give me another. You’ve got one in you, baby. Make a mess of me.”
“Tucker!”
He bucks against me, and his teeth grip onto the fleshy top of my shoulder as he comes apart. I can feel him fill me, and it doesn’t scare me.
It doesn’t scare me.
He’s still inside me when he rolls us to the side, to the same position we woke up in, and he peppers kisses all over my shoulder and neck.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, and I feel him smile against my neck.
“Now we’ll take a shower, and I’ll fuck you against the tile.”
“It’s about damn time.”