That was the moment any notion of being gentlemanly, of holding back even just a little, fled. Maybe he might have been capable of slowing things down had she been wearing underwear, but no panties was like a gallon of gas being tossed onto a bonfire.

His dick notched against her entrance as his hands moved to her shirt. Grasping down low, one hand on either side of the central row of buttons, he ripped. Hard plastic discs pinged everywhere as the shirt fell open and the sound of her gasp filled his ears. Her breasts were bare as well, and Tucker was suddenly ravenous.

He devoured them—licking and sucking her nipples—encouraged by the arch of her back and the hard twist of her hands in his hair. “Yes,” she gasped, “yes. Inside me, Tucker. Now.”

Tucker didn’t bother to lift his mouth from her breasts. He didn’t stop to think about his lack of protection or them being against the wall or Betty being two feet from their position and maybe licking his ankle in the middle of it all. He just thrust inside her, in one quick decisive snap of his hips.

Della gasped and called his name, and Tucker released her nipple to claim her mouth, kissing her deep and long and hard as he thrust deep and long and hard, her slick heat like a velvet glove around him, picking up his climax where he’d left off, crying out as he tipped over the edge, the walls of her sex clenching tight around him as she cried out, too, joining him in the rapture.

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

Two weeks later, on a gorgeous Saturday afternoon in early May, Della pushed open the heavy door to The Lumberjack. She was in a T-shirt and a light fluttery skirt that came to just above her knee, because the sun was shining but also because she loved the way Tucker’s eyes heated when he looked at the hem of any skirt she was wearing, as if he was calculating how easily he could slide his hand under.

She hadn’t come to the bar since starting her…tryst with Tucker because she hadn’t yet perfected a way to interact with him that didn’t betray how much she wanted to tear the clothes from his body. Especially since the night she’d gone down on him.

And what a night.