“You need fillin’ up?” I growl. “I’m more than happy to oblige.” Her barely-there panties are down around her ankles now and I’m good to go. We’ve already had the talk. Thank the gods, she’s on the pill, and we both know one another is clean.
A pounding sounds at the door. “Tuck!”
Jessamine.
“Tuck! Supper’s on! And the boys are starving. We’ve held dinner for you.”
Isabella and I just kind of freeze. “Fuck.” I whisper into her neck. I turn my head. “Give me fifteen minutes!” Damn my sister to hell right now.
But Isabella is touching my face. “The boys are hungry.” She’s smiling regretfully. I gaze down at this beauty and again question why the gods saw fit to let me even touch her.
“This boy is hungry.” My mouth is at her breast. Tugging.
She lets out a short laugh. “Tucker.” And then she makes that little moaning sound I’ve missed so flippin’ much.
We don’t have much time. No way am I stopping.
Besides she’s wet. Ready for me.
I settle in between her thighs and slide myself up and down her seam. Touching her reminds me of all the things I’ve wanted to do with her over the past month.
But for now, I’m gonna fill this gal up– just like she needs.
I glide in slowly at first, giving her time to stretch around me. So tight. So good. Her legs wrap around my waist. I slide in a little farther, listening to her gasps, waiting for her to beg me for more.
She’s clutching at my ass now, and I give her another few inches.
“Tucker. You son of a bitch don’t play with me now.”
Ah. Fuck yeah. One long thrust and I’m in to the hilt.
Both of us are full speed ahead now. Being with Isabella is different from being with any other girl. She takes as much as she gives. I’m as turned on by the feel of her hand in my hair as I am by the one digging into my ass.
She demands as sweetly as she offers up.
Both of us are taking right now. Both of us hungry as hell for the other.
I know she’s close and even though I’m fixin’ to go over, I need her to find hers first. I adjust my angle and listen for the hitches in her breath that have burned themselves onto my soul. Making this woman happy. Giving her pleasure– It’s everything.
“Tucker.”
I love the sound of my name on her lips, all breathy and caught up in desire.
Just before she lets go, I capture her cries with my mouth and increase my own pace. Her body milks mine until I have no choice but join her on the other side. “Holy. Shit.” I hold myself deep inside her.
I can hardly believe it.
This little gal.
This woman.
Is mine.
CHAPTER FOUR
Isabella
Lying in Tucker’sarms, I swear I would travel to the ends of the earth to be with him. I can handle a little mud. The ladies of the family pose a challenge, I must admit, but not an insurmountable one.
