Page 38 of Blitz

Nothing feels as good as when Tucker holds me in his arms. I bask in the afterglow, in the warm familiarity of his embrace, as my heartbeat slowly returns to normal. His hand runs over my hip, down the curve of my spine, touching all of me he can. Our legs tangle. He’s still wearing his joggers, his feet covered by dingy white socks.

I tip my face up for a kiss, and he indulges me. He tastes like me, musky and rich. I pull him on top of me until I’m crushed beneath his impressive bulk. His heavy weight is like a balm that soothes my soul, exerting just enough pressure that my body feels tight and loose at the same time. My anxieties float away. I wrap my legs around his waist, bringing us into direct intimate contact. He’s hard against my core. He tilts his pelvis into mine, grinding slowly.

I familiarize myself with his new body. There’s a scar on his shoulder I don’t recognize. Another on the inside of his forearm, jagged and thick. His legs are thick and strong. There’s something about his broad chest that calls to me. I run my hand over his belly. I have a visible six pack, which is more a function of my low body fat percentage and the amount of time I spend running than any real ab workouts—I much prefer his natural, soft belly to another set of perfect abs.

Tucker grinds into me, but he doesn’t make any attempt to take off my bra and underwear, doesn’t try to hurry us along. That’s something I’ve always enjoyed about him: he takes his time, he savors the moment. He ducks his head and nuzzles my neck, sucking gently on the pressure point. His teeth scrape over my sensitive skin and I’m just—I’m done. I need him—right now.

“Pants. Take your pants off.” With my feet, I try to move his waistband south. He chuckles softly into my neck and scoots back. His eyes meet mine, and he swallows thickly. His pants inch down, revealing more of his smooth brown skin.

He’s hard, thick. My mouth waters at the sight of him. I didn’t know how good I had it until it was gone. He kicks away his sweatpants, and his cock bobs up against his thick belly. A healthy dose of hair covers his chest, about two or three days’ worth of growth, pointing down in a line that leads directly to his cock. He’s freshly manscaped.

“King…”

He fists his cock. “We don’t have to do this.”

Oh, hell no. I sit up and reach behind me to take off my bra. He growls, releasing his cock to press me back against his pillows. Dragging down the cups, he drags his teeth across my nipple before he sucks the tip into his mouth, sucking in earnest. My head falls back against the pile of pillows.

It’s exquisite torture.

He pinches my other nipple, rolling it between his fingertips. He plays me like a violin, beautiful and perfect.

“King.”

He releases my nipple with a pop, rubbing his bearded cheek across the sensitive nub. “Yes?”

“I think you should fuck me.”

He grins at me, devious and defiant. “Oh, I should?”

“Yeah. Right the fuck now.”

“As my lady commands.” He moves away, grabbing the condom on his bedside table. He sheathes himself and gives a few rough strokes. “Last chance to back out. I don’t want to pressure you.”

I sit up and unhook my bra, tossing it aside. “Do you not want this? Is that why you keep asking for a status check?”

He fidgets, playing with the tip of his cock. “I want you to be sure.”

My hand on his cheek forces him to meet my eyes. “I’m sure. I’m positive. But are you?”

“I don’t do this. I don’t hook up,” he says. “It means something to me. To share this with you, of all people. I just—I want—” He lets out a gusty breath. “It means something.”

I swallow. “It means something to me, too.”

As much as I want to get laid, I want him to be okay with this more. I never want him to regret being with me. He’s never been interested in casual sex. Even when we were together in the before, we were on the same page: two young kids drunk on love and hormones. It took ages to convince him to get naked. We were together for nearly a year before he would allow us to get to the next level. He moves at a glacial pace. It’s never bothered me before. It shouldn’t bother me now.

Slowly, I slide my hand down his broad, heavy chest. I scratch my fingers through the hair there and he whines deep in his throat. Bending down, I scrape my teeth across his nipple, puckered and tight.

His hands fall to my hips, his grip tight as he maneuvers me back against the pillows. He stretches out beside me, half on top of me. His cock twitches against my hip.

“I love you, Tucker. The good, the bad, and the ugly. I love all of you.” I lay my hand on his cheek. “We’re not taking this step lightly.”

He seems to see whatever he’s looking for in my eyes. He shifts above me, his cock positioned at my entrance. On a controlled exhale, he slowly pushes inside of me.

My whole world shifts thirteen degrees to the left. Tucker lets out a grunt and sinks further into me. He drops forward, propping himself up on his hands. I tilt my hips up, rocking into him. His groan echoes in the quiet room.

“Princess, you need to give me a minute here.”

I cup the back of his neck. “Everything okay?”