He kissed her then, slow and long and deep, groaning as her taste and cupcake scent once again filled his senses, getting lost in it, in her, before remembering his task. She moaned as he traced his forefinger all the way up the middle seam of her jeans to where her zipper began. But still his finger went higher, tracing the rough teeth all the way up to the tab, then reversing direction, pulling on the tab, pulling it down, easing the teeth apart slowly, slowly.

One by one.

When it would go no farther, Tucker slid his hand inside her jeans, finding the waistband of her panties and sliding two fingers inside. The suck of her breath spurred him on, his fingers seeking and seeking until they slid into the furrow of slick heat between her legs.

“Like this?”

She bucked, pulling away from him a little, their eyes locking, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. “Yes.”

“And this?” He found her clit and gave it a light rub.

She gasped, her fingers digging into the balls of his shoulders. “Oh…yes.”

Christ she was gorgeous. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her hair was loose around her face, her eyes fluttering to half-mast as his fingers worked the engorged little nub. Her head wobbled on her neck like she was too damn boneless to support herself, and the thought that it was him making her boneless was a rush to the head.

Even fully clothed, she looked utterly wanton, her eyes heavy, his hand in her panties.

“More?” he asked. “Harder, faster, slower? Tell me what you want, Della.”

“Harder.” She panted. “Faster.”

Tucker increased the tempo, her head rocking now, the grip of her hands on his shoulders turning vice-like. Her pelvis started to flex. The faster he rubbed, the more it flexed, until she was practically riding his hand. The earthy aroma of aroused woman wafted over him in an intoxicating mix, and his pulse started to throb through his groin.

Jesus…he wanted to kiss her so fucking bad, but he couldn’t stop looking at her as breathy pants turned to moans turned to gasps. He wanted to witness her orgasm, see the moment it broke, and watch it unfold in all its glory.

He didn’t want to miss a second of that show. Tucker hoped he’d get to see it often, but nothing beat the first time. “More?”

“God…Tuck.” She moaned. “Yes, more…everything.”

So he gave her everything and watched her eyes close in ecstasy and her head fall back and her hips buck wildly. Suddenly, her clit went hard as a marble beneath his fingers, and she cried out. Her head snapped up, her eyes snapped open.

“Tucker!”

“Yes, baby,” he muttered, his fingers flying as Della’s body bucked violently. “Yes.”