had him coming, too. With more space between them because she’d leaned back,
he had more room to operate, and he took full advantage of it. Bringing his hand around,
Tucker approached Becca from the front this time.
Her eyes drifted closed as he started to work her in earnest. She began to breathe
heavier, and he wished for the hundredth time they were both naked. Or at least she
was, so he could give her just a taste of what a man who knew his way around a woman’s
body could do.
She unfastened the top button of her jeans, and his stroke faltered. He stopped moving
all together as she slid her zipper down. The invitation was clear, and who was he
to ignore a lady’s invite?
His hands were big, and her jeans were tight, but he was nothing if not a problem
solver. He slid his palm, fingers first, down the silky skin of her stomach and beneath
the waistband of her panties, all the way to her warm, plump lips. Hot and wet, just
as he’d hoped, she was ready and waiting to be taken, and he was in the mood to take
all she offered.
Just the touch of a fingertip on her clit had her hissing in a breath. She braced
her hands on the seat back on either side of his head. Good. She’d need something
to hold on to now he had access to what he needed to drive her crazy. He’d have preferred
to use his mouth, but this would have to do. For now.
He worked her until her whole body began to shake and she gave up the attempt to be
quiet, letting her cries fill the truck and surround them. He ignored the tingling
in the hand he had squeezed into her jeans as it began to fall asleep from lack of
circulation. He wasn’t going to stop until he had her writhing from his touch.
Luckily, he didn’t have long to wait. Her grip moved to each of his shoulders as she
held tight and rode his hand. A frown creased her brow and her eyes remained slammed
shut as the unmistakable sounds of a woman in orgasm hit him hard. He kept working
her until she fell forward against him, gasping for breath. Tuck found he was breathing
pretty damn hard himself.
They stayed like that. Becca heavy against him, panting. His hand still inside her
pants because she was on his arm and he couldn’t move—not that he really wanted to
in spite of the pins and needles. Finally, she leaned back again and he pulled his
tingling hand out of the happiest place he’d been in quite a while.
With eyes heavily lidded and full of desire, she looked every man’s fantasy even before
she reached for his belt and began to unfasten the buckle. His pulse raced. A woman
only opened a man’s pants for one reason, and that was because she was interested
in getting to know what was inside a little better. And he sure as hell wanted her
to. But damn, here was not the place for what he wanted to do.
He put his hand over hers to stop her before she unleashed the beast and he couldn’t
control himself.
“I don’t want to do this here. Zip up.” He patted one well-shaped ass cheek and leaned
his head back as far as he could, away from the temptation of her kisses so he could
say what he needed to before he got distracted again. “We’re going inside and I’m
getting us a room . . . If that’s all right with you.”
“I don’t want you to have to spend the money on a hotel room.” Since she kept her
hands on his buckle and tantalizingly close to his dick, he didn’t think she was coming
up with an excuse because she was worried about being alone in a room with him. Her
concern really must be the cost.
“If you’re honestly worried about me spending the money, don’t be. I took second in
the bull riding tonight. I went to the payout window right before the autograph signing
and now I’ve got an envelope stuffed full of cash in my gear bag.” As well as the
strip of condoms Jace had put in there. Damn, he really, really hoped he’d be using
some of those tonight. “Now, if you don’t want
he had more room to operate, and he took full advantage of it. Bringing his hand around,
Tucker approached Becca from the front this time.
Her eyes drifted closed as he started to work her in earnest. She began to breathe
heavier, and he wished for the hundredth time they were both naked. Or at least she
was, so he could give her just a taste of what a man who knew his way around a woman’s
body could do.
She unfastened the top button of her jeans, and his stroke faltered. He stopped moving
all together as she slid her zipper down. The invitation was clear, and who was he
to ignore a lady’s invite?
His hands were big, and her jeans were tight, but he was nothing if not a problem
solver. He slid his palm, fingers first, down the silky skin of her stomach and beneath
the waistband of her panties, all the way to her warm, plump lips. Hot and wet, just
as he’d hoped, she was ready and waiting to be taken, and he was in the mood to take
all she offered.
Just the touch of a fingertip on her clit had her hissing in a breath. She braced
her hands on the seat back on either side of his head. Good. She’d need something
to hold on to now he had access to what he needed to drive her crazy. He’d have preferred
to use his mouth, but this would have to do. For now.
He worked her until her whole body began to shake and she gave up the attempt to be
quiet, letting her cries fill the truck and surround them. He ignored the tingling
in the hand he had squeezed into her jeans as it began to fall asleep from lack of
circulation. He wasn’t going to stop until he had her writhing from his touch.
Luckily, he didn’t have long to wait. Her grip moved to each of his shoulders as she
held tight and rode his hand. A frown creased her brow and her eyes remained slammed
shut as the unmistakable sounds of a woman in orgasm hit him hard. He kept working
her until she fell forward against him, gasping for breath. Tuck found he was breathing
pretty damn hard himself.
They stayed like that. Becca heavy against him, panting. His hand still inside her
pants because she was on his arm and he couldn’t move—not that he really wanted to
in spite of the pins and needles. Finally, she leaned back again and he pulled his
tingling hand out of the happiest place he’d been in quite a while.
With eyes heavily lidded and full of desire, she looked every man’s fantasy even before
she reached for his belt and began to unfasten the buckle. His pulse raced. A woman
only opened a man’s pants for one reason, and that was because she was interested
in getting to know what was inside a little better. And he sure as hell wanted her
to. But damn, here was not the place for what he wanted to do.
He put his hand over hers to stop her before she unleashed the beast and he couldn’t
control himself.
“I don’t want to do this here. Zip up.” He patted one well-shaped ass cheek and leaned
his head back as far as he could, away from the temptation of her kisses so he could
say what he needed to before he got distracted again. “We’re going inside and I’m
getting us a room . . . If that’s all right with you.”
“I don’t want you to have to spend the money on a hotel room.” Since she kept her
hands on his buckle and tantalizingly close to his dick, he didn’t think she was coming
up with an excuse because she was worried about being alone in a room with him. Her
concern really must be the cost.
“If you’re honestly worried about me spending the money, don’t be. I took second in
the bull riding tonight. I went to the payout window right before the autograph signing
and now I’ve got an envelope stuffed full of cash in my gear bag.” As well as the
strip of condoms Jace had put in there. Damn, he really, really hoped he’d be using
some of those tonight. “Now, if you don’t want
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