Girl Least Likely to Marry by Amy Andrews

met a woman so
averse to a good time in his life.
    ‘Yes,’ he said, shifting his hand off her belly and using it in
tandem with his tongue, stroking his index finger up and down her centre as his
other hand ministered to the tight pucker of her nipples.
    She didn’t need to have this in her life—to change everything
she’d thought she knew. She knew what she wanted. And it wasn’t the total
consuming vortex of sex.
    Tuck urged her on, pushing a finger inside all her tight, slick
heat. And then another.
    Cassie gaped at the invasion. Something started to pool and
ripple, down low and deep, and hot urgent fingers dug into her buttocks and
thighs. But she clamped down hard against it, pushing it back. Her heels drummed
against the mattress. Her head rocked from side to side.
    Tuck looked up at her. Her head was thrown back, her mouth
open, gasping with every thrust of his fingers. ‘I can show you some stars,
darlin’, like you’ve never seen before,’ he murmured. ‘You just gotta let
go.’
    Cassie whimpered. Let go? What did
that mean? She didn’t know how to let go.
    ‘Relax, let it take you,’ Tuck soothed as she cried out in
obvious conflict.
    Cassie sobbed as the effort to push back the looming tide
threatened to overwhelm her. Nothing was familiar. Nothing was the same.
Everything was coming apart around her as a swirling, sucking sensation deep in
her core obliterated all thought and consciousness and finally pulled her into
its abyss.
    Tuck felt her clamp tight around his fingers and knew she was
finally there. He dropped his head and lashed his tongue back and forward over
the nub that had grown impossibly hard. Her back arched off the bed and he
squeezed her nipple between his fingers.
    Cassie cried out as her mind left her body and flew. Tuck had
promised her stars, and as deep, unremitting pleasure drenched her she floated
through a cosmos of colours, with a kaleidoscope of shooting stars bursting
around her like fireworks. She was actually amongst them—not just observing them
from afar. Reaching out for them. Basking in their heat and absorbing their
incandescence into her soul.
    Tuck did not let up, feasting greedily until Cassie’s muscles
stopped contracting around him and the cries and the wild bucking of her hips
started to settle. He gently withdrew his fingers from her, propping his chin on
her belly as he watched them die to a hush, waiting for the moment that she
opened her eyes.
    And he wasn’t disappointed. When she finally lay spent and
still on the mattress, and her eyes eventually fluttered open, the blue-grey was
practically slate with drunken satisfaction, her pupils big and black, her focus
obviously not quite twenty-twenty as she blinked at him rapidly.
    ‘Tuck?’
    Now he could pick her out of a
line-up.
    Now she didn’t even look as if she
could spell the word paper.
    ‘I… I…’
    Tuck smiled at her utter bewilderment, but it grabbed a big
handful of his gut and squeezed hard. He grinned, crawling up her body, dropping
a kiss on her belly, and one between her breasts and the hollow at the base of
her throat, before lashing her mouth with a deep, wet kiss, his erection surging
as it pressed into her thigh.
    ‘Hold on, darlin’,’ he muttered against her mouth as he reached
for a foil packet, ‘we’re not done yet.’
    Cassie watched, still in a daze, as he tore at the packet with
his teeth. There weren’t a lot of coherent thoughts in her head, but her stomach
clenched at the sight of him, hard and ready, and once again her brain went on
vacation as her body responded to the primal cue to mate.
    And then he was over her, and in her, his mouth drugging her
with kisses that took her back to that place amongst the stars, and his erection
was stroking inside her, reviving tissues that were already in a dangerously
excitable state. And she was flying again, but it was better this time because
he was with her, and she held on to him tight as they astral-planed through