She reached for the bedside drawer, her breasts coming perilously close to his face, and there was no way Tucker wasn’t going there. Lifting his head slightly, he put his mouth to the nearest nipple, sucking it in deep. She arched her back and moaned, and Tucker lifted a hand to slide onto her other breast, the fingers tweaking as his tongue swirled.

“Can’t concentrate when you do that,” she muttered as she groped somewhere to the side of him.

“Sorry,” Tucker said in his not-remotely-sorry voice, smiling around his mouthful before circling his tongue around one more time.

“Aha!” she finally announced, but she didn’t pull away from him for several more seconds, moaning and panting heavily as Tucker licked and tweaked and sucked.

Eventually she did sit up, but Tucker followed her, reluctant to release the hard jut of her nipple, and for long moments he continued to use his tongue, encouraged by the arch of her back and her hand burrowing into the hair at his nape, holding him there.

“Stop,” she said eventually, yanking on his hair to wrench him away. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to let you keep doing it until well after this condom expires.”

Tucker smiled despite the pleasure/pain tingle in his scalp. “I’m up for that.”

“Not tonight.” And she pushed on his chest.

He fell back against the mattress, admiring the way her puckered nipples had darkened at his ministrations. His mouth watered to taste them again but dried quickly as Della tore open the foil.

His heart beat like a gong in his chest. Christ. They were really doing this.

Her fingers slid low on his belly, making their way to her target, and Tucker sucked in a breath as his cock bucked against the confines of his underwear and blood surged hot and thick through his belly. Her fingernails reached the waistband, and she glanced up at him through the fall of her hair as if she was waiting for him to change his mind. But he could hear anticipation in the heavy pant of her breath, and he was done with denial.

Tugging on the waistband, she dragged it down, exposing his thickness to her view. Tucker bit back on the grunt of pain as his dick sprang free. It had been constricted for so long, the sudden freedom and the seductive fingers of cool air were exquisite torture.

Her sharp intake of breath dragged his attention away from the flood of relief surging through his body. She was frowning down at him like she’d never seen a penis before, and he tensed, a spike of alarm piercing his chest.

But when she glanced at him, a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Now that’s what I call big dick energy.”

Her statement surprised a laugh out of him. “That’s not what it means.”

Looking down at him again, she said, “It should be.”