go."
His words, murmured against her folds, were her undoing.
"Tucker.” Megan eased the rest of the way down on the hood, thankful for the chilly sheet metal against her back. She arched into his touch as he pumped two fingers into her slick channel. The build-up of stress from the day, her confused desire for Tucker and the need to climax washed over her. She thrust her fingers into his hair and held him as the orgasmic quakes overtook her body. After what seemed like forever, she released her hold and slumped against the hood.
"God damn, you're sexy when you come.” Tucker gathered her in his arms and slid her into the vee of his legs. “I can't wait. I want to be inside you."
"Make love to me.” Megan stared at him with lust-filled eyes and nodded. Two years without sex had really taken a toll on her body. She reached forwards and helped him unzip. She salivated at the sight of his cock peeking through the gap in his boxers.
"Shit."
Attention renewed, Megan rose up on one elbow. “What?"
"I don't have a condom.” A furrow marred his brow. “Shit."
Of all the damn times to be unprepared. A growl rumbled in his chest. He hadn't exactly intended to maul her on the car hood, but damn it. She made him feel like a hornball seventeen-year-old with just a glance. He shifted his boxers, covering his dick. “I'm sorry."
Megan sat up and palmed his cheek, stilling his movements. “I'm on the pill. Have been for two years. Do it."
The desire to lose himself in her battled with his common sense—pill or not, accidents happened. He wanted more than forever with Megan, but fuck if he'd screw it up because he couldn't control his damned hormones. “I don't want to repeat—"
She stopped his words with a kiss. “I trust you and I know I'm safe.” She stroked his length and positioned him at her opening. “Nothing will happen."
Nothing? Tucker shoved the errant ill thoughts aside and shivered at the skin on skin contact. Something damn sure was going to happen.
"So fucking hot.” He grasped her hips and eased into her channel inch by inch. Her pussy contracted around him, holding him tight. A tremor slid through him. Fuck. She'd have him finished in five seconds. And why not go with the rightness of their actions?
Losing himself to the feelings, Tucker pistoned in and out of her. Her breasts jiggled with each movement, tempting him to capture a rosy bud in his teeth. Did she still like it a little rough?
Megan wriggled in his arms. A crimson wash coloured her cheeks. Her kiss-swollen lips kinked into a bow and her eyelids fluttered shut. “Spank me."
He hesitated a split-second and Megan opened her eyes. Only a thin ring of blue circled the ebony centres. Her lips parted. “Please?"
"Flip over.” Tucker situated her legs so she could stand. Megan placed a hard kiss to his lips, swiping her tongue over his. He shivered. “Tease."
Her brows bobbed as she leaned over the hood of the muscle car and waved her ass. “You know it."
He groaned. Moments ago she'd been so timid with him. He liked the change and loved the way she came into her own in his arms. He placed two slaps to her rump, leaving a tinge of red on each pale globe. Megan squealed and straightened, backing into him and resting her head on his shoulder. “God. Do it again. Harder."
"Fuck. Me.” Once again, he grasped her hips and drove into her. The tenderness he wanted to prolong evaporated. He slapped her ass with each insertion. Her whimpers and moans turned him inside out. Sweat beaded on his forehead as the orgasm swept through him. His balls constricted and he groaned her name.
"Mine.” Tucker wrapped her in his embrace and added a few extra thrusts. Megan shuddered between him and the hood of the car. He pulled out of her, missing her heat immediately.
"Tucker."
Without bothering to put himself back in his jeans, Tucker snuggled against her back. “We're staying right here. Armageddon could come and I'm not budging."
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