"So," she says, trailing her fingers down my chest. "Those prototypes. How many do you have to test?"
I grin, rolling her beneath me again.
CHAPTER 3
SLOANE
Tucker's mouthis everywhere at once, it seems. His lips trail fire across my collarbone, down my sternum, between my breasts. I arch into his touch, my body responding with an eagerness that surprises me. We've been at this for hours, yet I want more. Need more.
"On your knees," he commands against my ear, his voice a deep growl that sends shivers down my spine.
I immediately comply, rolling onto my stomach and pushing up onto all fours. His hands slide up my sides, then back down to my hips, gripping me hard enough that I know I'll have fingerprint bruises tomorrow. The thought thrills me rather than worries me. The position is vulnerable, exposed, and utterly intoxicating. Josh never wanted me like this—always missionary, always predictable, always...safe.
Tucker is anything but safe.
He presses more bites into my skin, each one leaving a sting that fades into pleasure. The first nip of his teeth makes me gasp, but I push back against him, silently begging for more.
It should be ridiculous, this giant man fucking me in a bunk bed, but the confined space seems to urge him on as he hunches over me and uses his hands to flick and pinch and stroke.
"You like that?" he asks, his voice rough with desire.
"Yes," I breathe, my face heating at the admission.
He rewards me with a harder bite, sucking the sensitive skinbetween his teeth, marking me. The pain-pleasure has me moaning into the pillow, my body trembling.
"God, I love how responsive you are," he groans, soothing the bite with his tongue before moving behind me to my leg and repeating the process. "Going to have my teeth marks all over these gorgeous thighs."
I glance over my shoulder to find him reaching for another condom from the Thin Ice box. The sight of his muscular body, glistening with sweat in the dim light of the bunk room, sends another wave of desire through me. He catches me looking, and his expression turns predatory, with that cocky smile that somehow manages to be both dominating and devastatingly sexy.
"Can't get enough, can you?" he asks, tearing open the wrapper.
"No," I admit, the word slipping out without hesitation.
His expression darkens with lust. He rolls on the condom and positions himself behind me, one hand fisted in my hair again, the other digging into my hip. He somehow manages to be incredibly considerate and dirty as hell. His first thrust makes us both gasp.
"Fuck, Sloane," he breathes, his grip tightening. "So tight, so perfect for me."
From this angle, he feels impossibly deep, hitting places inside me that I didn't know could feel this good. I drop to my elbows, changing the angle further, and he rewards me with a growl of appreciation.
"That's it," he encourages, setting a hard pace that has me clutching the sheets. "Take what I give you. Take what you need.”
I do, pushing back against him, chasing the building pleasure. The bunk bed knocks against the wall, and Tucker reaches out to brace against it, steadying us both without breaking his rhythm.
"Get up," I pant, suddenly wanting more. "I want to feel all of you."
He withdraws, hauling me to my feet at the edge of the lower bunk with surprising strength. I bend over the bed, my hands on the mattress and my ass in the air, and look back at him expectantly. His eyes devour me as he takes in the view, one handrunning down my spine, the other still gripping my hip hard enough to leave marks.
"Like this?" he asks, voice strained as he positions himself behind me again.
"Yes," I hiss as he enters me with one powerful slide.
The new position has him even deeper, and I bite into the sheet to stifle the sounds threatening to escape. His thrusts become more forceful, more demanding, and he leans over me to sink his teeth into the junction where my neck meets my shoulder. The sharp sting, combined with the fullness inside me, has me seeing stars.
"You're mine tonight," he growls against my ear, the possessive words sending an unexpected thrill through me. "Fucking mine."
Behind me, I hear a dull thud followed by a muttered curse.
Tucker laughs darkly, ducking his head. "Hit the upper bunk," he explains, barely slowing his pace. "These beds weren't made for this kind of fucking."
