Fuck. Even just this feels so good.
When I advance again, she begins kissing me back, and I snap. My lips press on hers with bruising force until she opens for me.
I know I’m in trouble the second I taste her. As my tongue brushes against hers, I’m instantly addicted.
And like every junkie worthy of that name, I drink her in until we’re both breathing hard.
Taryn’s hands are fisting my t-shirt as if I were her last lifeline.
The truth is that I’m not. There’s no way I can restrain myself any longer, and I grab her hips, lifting her onto my lap.
A groan escapes me as she straddles my hips. She’s so warm and I know she can feel how hard she makes me.
“Baby,” I sound more winded than after a cardio session with the team’s trainer. “I’m dying to taste you.”
She blinks, confused. “Haven’t you been doing that for the last ten minutes?”
A smile forms on my lips. “This isn’t the only set of lips I was thinking about tasting.” I drag the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip, swollen by my kisses.
TARYN
“Oh.” Heat rises to my face when I realize what Tucker is dying to taste.
His dark blue eyes are blazing as they search mine. As he drags the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip, sensation zings all the way down between my legs. It feels like there’s an invisible thread connecting my mouth to my clit.
“Can I taste you, baby?”
My body responds with another scatter of intense excitement, and my clit throbs in response.
I don’t trust my own voice right now, so all I can do is nod.
That’s enough for Tucker.
Before I know what’s happening, my back hits the padded cushions of the couch as he flips us over.
Tucker’s tall, incredibly ripped body is stretched over mine as he cradles my head with his forearms.
His mouth touched mine, but it’s just for a fleeting moment.
“Hmm,” I moan as his open mouth glides down the column of my neck, stopping to suck on my pulse point.
He lowers the straps of my sundress with surprisingly delicate, deft hands, and I gasp when cold air hits my overheated skin.
My nipples were already straining against the fabric of my dress and once they’re freed from the constraints of clothes, they harden even more.
“Your tits are even more beautiful than I imagined, baby.” Tucker rumbles before lowering his mouth onto my chest.
The contrast between the cooler air in the apartment and the warmth of his mouth makes me shudder in the most delicious way.
Tucker takes it as an invitation to swirl his tongue around my hardened peak.
I don’t even realize that I’m arching my back to get more of his mouth on me until my lower body brushes against his.
“Someone wants more.” He lifts his head from my chest, a satisfied smile curling his lips. “And my girl gets everything she wants.”
My girl.
Those two little words feel more right than I could have ever imagined. I knew I liked Tucker from the moment I met him; but the new facets of him I’m discovering every time we hang out make my interest in him grow stronger.
