Girl Least Likely to Marry by Amy Andrews Page A

the
cosmos, revelling in the shake and the shudder of him, his guttural cries in her
ear ratcheting the pleasure up, taking her higher and higher and higher.

    Cassie didn’t know how long they were gone for. Or how
long it took to come back down to earth. Time ceased to exist and the awareness
of her surroundings crept back very slowly. The mattress beneath her. The weight
of his body on hers. The sound of their breath as they lay together,
gasping.
    All these years and that was what
she’d been missing out on?
    At some stage Tuck rolled off her, getting up to dispose of the
condom, then rejoined her, lying down next to her as she stared at the ceiling,
contemplating the magic that had just happened.
    When she finally got her breath back she said, ‘Please tell me
you can do that again.’
    Obviously her brain was still missing in
action.
    Tuck rolled his head to look at her and laughed. It looked as
if one round of good sex had turned Little-Miss-Brainiac into
Little-Miss-Nymphomaniac. ‘I may need a moment or two.’
    Cassie was pretty sure she was going to need some recovery time
too. She turned on her side, her gaze roving over his face. ‘Is it…is it always
like that?’
    Tuck nodded, but he knew that wasn’t true. What they’d just had
wasn’t like anything else he’d ever experienced. Sex had always been good, but
never like this. Not even with April, whom he’d thought he’d loved. Or tried to
anyway.
    The knowledge was unsettling.
    He rolled his head back to stare at the ceiling again. ‘It is
with me, darlin’,’ he said, keeping up his usual patter.
    Cassie got goose bumps as the low, slow drawl of Tuck’s accent
whispered across her skin and stroked those muscles inside her that didn’t seem
to be able to get enough of him. Her gaze was drawn to the rise and fall of his
chest and she actually reached out and trailed her fingers down it—something,
prior to yesterday, she would have thought she’d need a frontal lobotomy to
do.
    Her cheek rested on his biceps and his scent tickled her senses
again. She pressed her nose into the warm bulk and inhaled him deep inside her
body. A blast of his natural essence invaded her cells again and stirred the
embers of her orgasm.
    Tuck smiled. ‘I could bottle some of those pheromones, if you
like?’
    Cassie dragged herself away. Why bottle it when it was right
here? In the flesh? Gina was right. Maybe she needed
a little time? Like a whole night?
    She was leaving in the morning—hopefully with her brain
returned—why deprive herself?
    ‘Direct from the source is always best,’ she said, trying to
sound scientific and factual when she felt tongue-tied and unsure of
herself.
    Tuck grinned as he looked down at her. ‘Don’t you have a paper
to get back to?’
    Cassie nodded. She did. She really did. But she was pretty sure
even simple words were beyond her at the moment, let alone complex analysis of
weather patterns on Jupiter. Not to mention the fact that for the first time in
her life she actually didn’t care about the complex
weather systems of Jupiter.
    ‘I’m not sure I’ll understand it. I think I just lost a hundred
IQ points.’
    Tuck chuckled. ‘Welcome to being average. I hope you enjoy your
stay.’
    If this was how average people passed their time Cassie was
beginning to think that being a genius was the dumbest thing anyone could
be.
    ‘I’m leaving for Cornell in the morning,’ she said. She had no
idea where it had come from, but there was obviously still one functioning brain
cell somewhere that seemed to remember what had been the
most important thing in her life until half an hour ago.
    Tuck rolled up in one swift movement, settling himself into the
cradle of her hips. ‘So tonight we’ll just play dumb. How’s it been so far?’
    Cassie blinked. ‘Very…educational.’
    ‘Oh, so you approve of my copulation techniques?’ he teased.
‘Your libido has been adequately serviced?’
    Cassie might have been clueless about