Girl Least Likely to Marry by Amy Andrews Page B

a lot of things but,
having read a lot of textbooks and seen a lot of nature shows, even she was aware that what they’d just shared was nothing
to do with the slaking of a biological imperative.
    ‘Well, I have minimal comparative data, and no blind studies
to—’
    Tuck’s mouth cut her off and she lost her mind for a while as
his scent filled her up with heady need. When he pulled back they were both a
little out of breath.
    ‘I’ll take that as a no,’ he said. ‘It’s okay. I’ll try harder.
They don’t call me Mr-Satisfaction-Guaranteed for nothing. Libido servicing is
right up my alley. Are you hungry?’
    ‘It’s almost midnight,’ she murmured. Cassie never ate after
seven o’clock. It wasn’t good for the digestion.
    Tuck shrugged. ‘So?’
    Cassie blinked as a huge belly rumble echoed in the space
between them and she realised she was starving. She’d become a truly primitive
woman—utterly biological. ‘I could go for some toast.’
    Tuck smiled as he dropped a hard kiss on her mouth and reached
over and snatched up the phone. ‘Trust me—you’ll like what I can do with
strawberries and cream much better.’

    Cassie woke wrapped spoon-like in Tuck’s arms at eight
the next morning. It was the second morning in a row she’d woken late. The
second morning in a row she’d woken thinking about him. The second morning in a
row she’d woken with Jupiter as far from her brain as the actual planet
itself.
    And the first morning ever she’d woken with a man rubbing all
his rampant male hardness against her. Tuck’s hand was at her breast, and his
essence filled her waking senses with sex and surrender, giving her brain no
chance to switch on.
    Tuck sensed the moment she came awake and his hand tightened
around the swell of her breast, his fingers rolling over her nipple. When she
moaned and arched her back he dragged her closer, kissing her neck.
    ‘When do you have to leave?’ he muttered in her ear.
    Leave? Cassie thought hard through the fog of pheromones and
the heavy scent of sex clouding her senses. ‘Whenever I can get a train,’ she
said.
    Tuck licked a path from her ear to the slope where her shoulder
met her throat as his hand slipped between her legs. ‘When do you need to be at Cornell?’
    Cassie shut her eyes as his fingers stroked against her centre.
‘Day…after…tomorrow…’ she murmured, easing her legs apart to give him better
access.
    ‘So you could stay another night?’ he said, his finger sinking
into the slick heat of her. ‘Just to make sure your libido is well and truly
serviced. I’d hate for that to get in the way of your very important
studies.’
    Cassie thought he made a very good point—just as he found the
spot that was screaming for his touch. She gasped. ‘Yes. That would be awful. I
need to focus at Cornell.’ She needed her libido back in its box. ‘I could do
one more night.’
    Tuck was too far gone to acknowledge his triumph. All he could
feel was the wet heat of her as he slid his erection up and down the length of
her slick entrance—close, so close.
    ‘Do you have any condoms in your room?’ he asked.
    Cassie squirmed against him, tilting her pelvis, desperately
needing him inside her, not taunting her from the outside. ‘Why would I have condoms?’
    Tuck groaned, trying to wrestle back control. ‘We’re out.’ And
a place as posh as the Bellington wasn’t likely to have a condom vending
machine. ‘ Somebody was insatiable last night.’
    Cassie blushed. She’d lost count of the number of orgasms she’d
had. They’d all just blurred together into one long brain-incapacitating
event.
    Tuck pulled away from her with difficulty. Even knowing he
couldn’t get any woman pregnant, he’d always been a stickler for safe sex. He
reached for the telephone. ‘I’ll ring the concierge.’
    Cassie dragged in gulps of air, trying to clear the sexual fog,
but as per usual all she did was drag in more of him and her belly