Her climax was every bit as spectacular as Tucker had known it would be, and he held her tight as it barreled through her body. She was so incredibly sexy tossed around like this that he never wanted it to end. He wanted her to wring every last bit of pleasure out of this experience and know that this was what she deserved.

Nothing less than total, wanton, lustful abandonment.

Finally, as the orgasm ebbed, her eyes closed, and within seconds she’d collapsed against him, breathing hard. Removing his fingers from her panties, Tucker slid both his hands around to rest on her ass cheeks, and for a minute, neither of them said anything.

Hell, he didn’t have enough breath to form words.

“Are you okay?” he asked eventually, when he could speak without puffing.

She pushed away from him a little, a process that seemed to take an extraordinary amount of effort, and stared down at him dazedly. “Yes.” Then she shook her head. “No.” She frowned. “Yes?”

He chuckled at her sexed-up confusion, which was cute as fuck. “Which is it?”

“I…” She shook her head. “I don’t think I can word right now.” And she slumped into his chest again.

He chuckled, his hands roaming up her back, stroking her gently. Speechless and boneless. “Then my work here is done.”

For a man with a painfully erect penis, he was feeling pretty damn smug.

She laughed, but it was muffled. “Are you kidding? After that little demonstration, your work is just starting.”

Tucker was totally up for further demonstration. But not tonight. His poor strangulating penis needed some time and space away from temptation. “Greedy girl,” he said as he grasped her around the ass. “Hold on to my shoulders.”

She complied without argument, and Tucker half turned, tipping Della back onto the couch cushions, her legs spread in a way that had his libido growling.

Her eyes opened. “You’re leaving?”

“Yep.” Then he ducked his head, kissing the spot where the button of her jeans would have been had her fly not been gaping open. “See you tomorrow night,” he murmured, untangling himself from her legs and pushing to his feet.

She roused, rising up onto her bent elbows. For a woman with all her clothes on, she looked utterly sated. “Please tell me you can do that again?”

“You bet your ass I can.” Tucker grinned. “I can even do it with my mouth.”

“You’re a tease, Tucker Daniels,” Della said as her elbows collapsed from underneath her and she lay sprawled and very, very inviting on the couch.

Oh yeah. Tucker had every intention of teasing this woman as frequently as she’d let him. She’d missed out on a hell of a lot of making out, and he intended to see that she caught up real fast.

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen