“Take off your clothes.” She whispered it this time instead of demanding.
Tucker sat back, reached over his head, and stripped off his shirt.
So much warm skin to caress. So much muscle to shape under her fingers as she scrambled up and reached for him again. “You’ve gotten pretty pumped, dude. It looks good on you.”
“Started training with the local bronco crew. I bulk up too much to be any good on the circuit, though.”
Ginny skimmed her fingertips over his right pec and shoulder, cupping a wide-open hand down his biceps and triceps. “You went out on rodeo?”
He scratched his fingernails over her skin lightly, the corners of his mouth turned up again. “You really want to talk about this now?”
“Just making conversation,” she teased.
“Need to give your mouth something else to do,” he countered.
She went for the button on his jeans. “I’m game.”
He pushed her hands away but took care of the details himself. Inch after inch of smooth skin exposed as the jeans fell away.
Inch after inch of his erection revealed as well. Hard and jutting toward his belly as he tossed his clothes aside.
But when Ginny reached forward, intent on claiming her prize, she was once again crowded back against the mattress. Tucker loomed over her, all stern and sexy. “Stay put.”
Slowly, so slowly, he lowered. Heated skin met heated kisses, and all her worries truly fell away.
This was what she’d missed the most. Not the sex, but the intimacy of it all. His tongue teasing hers before stealing away to torment the spot under her ear, the top of her collarbone, the swoop of her breast up to her nipple.
The entire time Tucker kissed and nipped, he rubbed against her, his hard body hot and possessive and perfect.
He slid a hand ahead of his lips, cupping her sex firmly. More heat, rubbing his palm slowly against the sensitive spot at the apex. As he suckled one nipple into his mouth, a finger pressed through her curls and into her wet core.
Tucker’s forehead met her torso and he breathed shakily. “You are so fucking wet.”
“You get me excited,” Ginny admitted. “You’re pretty much a wet dream machine.”
That got the snort of amusement that she’d hoped for.
It also got more than she bargained for, because in a heartbeat, slow vanished.
Tucker dropped between her legs, put his mouth over her sex and went to town. He pressed long hard strokes with his tongue over her labia and between. Then sharp, quick flickers at the peak, and her clit all but buzzed a warning of the rapidly approaching storm.
He slid his finger back inside, still teasing, and the tingles expanded even farther.
Tucker added another finger, stroking slowly, then faster, rubbing in exactly the right spot until her hips were all but vibrating.
“That’s it, beautiful. Come all over my fingers. Show me how you’re going to squeeze my cock the next time we fool around. Because I’m going to take you hard. Bend you over and push into you until I’m buried deep and then I’ll fuck you until you’re boneless.”
His fingers—so deep inside. So full. Teasing and stroking and—
Ginny broke. Her orgasm rushed, swirling for a second before becoming a million stars escaping in a cosmic explosion.
Tucker swore, adjusting position to kneel up on the bed beside her. He had his cock in his hand, pumping furiously as he stared down. Gaze jumping from her breasts to her mouth, to between her legs where she lazily stroked herself to keep the rumble of pleasure going.
“Fuck.” The thick head of his cock peeked out from his hand over and over. His abs tightened even more as Tucker’s head fell back, semen flying over her hips and stomach in pale white lines as he pumped his release free.
Perfectly dirty. Dirty and perfect.
Tucker sank back on his heels, chest rocking with each sharp inhale as he worked to catch his breath. “Damn, woman.”
“I know, right?” Ginny stretched her arms overhead, pulling them back as her knuckles banged into the trailer wall.
He smirked. “Tight quarters.”
“That’s what he said.”
Which triggered another of his rare smiles. “I like that you’re a dirty girl,” he admitted, “only I was more focused on the fact there’s not enough room to take you in the shower and clean you up.”
“Ravish me against the wall, more likely,” she teased. “You did that the one year, remember? When we met in Banff.”
“Trust me.” Tucker leaned over and grabbed his T-shirt, sliding it over her belly in a careful clean-up caress. “Every single one of our escapades is burned into both my brain and my retinas. You are one sexy woman, Ginny. I have zero problems remembering every wicked moment we’ve shared.”
She waited until he was done, then tugged back the covers and gestured him in. “After you.”
Tucker paused to pull on his boxer briefs.
Ginny curled up on an elbow and watched with gut-happy satisfaction. “Feeling shy? Want me to pull on my pjs?”
“Hell, no,” he said quickly, joining her on the mattress. He arranged them until she was wrapped up in a Tucker burrito, naked back to his front, the long length of his cock under the fabric pressed to her backside. “Just making sure there’s at least one barrier in the way so I don’t start thinking I’m having the dream of the century and discover we’ve gone somewhere we don’t want to go without a condom involved.”
“Good idea.” Ginny relaxed into him. “Tucker?”
His answer came slower. Softer. “Yeah?”
“I’m glad you’re here. In Silver Stone, but also, that you’re in bed with me.” She’d never been one to hold back. Why start now?
“Me too. Now shut up and go to sleep before I get cranky.”
“How can you get cranky after you just—”
He covered her mouth with his hand, nuzzling her neck as he whispered gently, “Shut the fuck up, goddess.”
She snickered, then licked his palm.
Tucker was still chuckling softly as she nestled in and fell asleep.
6
An insistent buzzing tickled in Ginny’s ears. She was so cozy and warm it was hard to pull herself awake and even harder after she realized the reason why she was so comfortable was the sleek muscular form of Tucker against her side.
They had both rolled to their backs, but their legs were connected, heat cocooning in the space around their bodies.
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
When another second set of alarms went off, this time across the room and accompanied by a strange rattling noise, understanding kicked in. She had messages, and Tucker’s phone, on the other side of the room, was also going off.
She slid from under the covers and grabbed hers first, peering at a series of messages lighting up her screen from Dare.
She ignored them for a moment and headed across to where Tucker’s jeans lay abandoned on the floor. His phone buzzed again, rattling against the linoleum. She stole the phone out of his pocket and caught a glimpse of her brother Luke’s name.
Ginny glanced at the bed.
Tucker stretched lazily, pale blue eyes looking her over with rising heat. “Put the phone down, and I’ll find a better way to wake you up,” he promised.