I bobbed my head, sliding up and down on his shaft faster and faster until he let out a growl and another thrust, pressing my shoulders so that my mouth disengaged with a pop. He had his head thrown back and he dug his fingers into my shoulders as he came, his abdominal muscles straining and tightening with each wave of pleasure.

Then his muscles went lax, and he sunk into the chair, bringing his hand to his hair as he raised his head. “My God. I told you,” he said, voice laced with a smidge of embarrassment. “I’m surprised it took that long.”

I breathed out a small laugh as I picked up his T-shirt and swiped it over his lower stomach. Then I leaned forward again, kissing the spot I’d just cleaned and dragging my lips around his naval.

“Earlier, when I mentioned that hayloft where you found peace, what were you thinking?” I propped my chin on his stomach and looked up at him. He still looked drugged and satisfied and very, very beautiful, candlelight caressing his features in both shadows and highlights.

“How do you know I was thinking anything?”

“Because I know your expressions, Tuck.” I ran my short fingernails over his hip and felt the beginnings of another erection stir at my breasts. His eyes went sort of dreamy as he looked down at me. “Even now. I know when you’re keeping secrets.”

I brought my other hand to the opposite hip and scraped my fingernails over his skin and then leaned up slightly so I could do the same to his inner thighs. I watched as he stiffened into an erection again even though the evidence of his recent orgasm was still drying on his lower stomach. I wrapped my hand around him, and he let out a hum. “Tell me,” I cajoled, giving a slow stroke.

“Oh God, Em. Uh, I was thinking about how you always liked to disturb my peace. A lifetime thorn in my side.” He smiled but it was fleeting. When he met my eyes, I saw the earnestness in his expression. “I never could dig you out. Time hasn’t changed that, and I don’t have any desire to try.”

My heart gave a kick. Tuck. He could be so sweet when he wanted to be. And oh I loved hearing his secrets.

He put his hand on mine and forced me to halt midstroke. He began to sit up, his stomach muscles bunching. “And do you want to know what I’m thinking now?”

A thrill whirled through me. “Yes.”

“I’m thinking that if I don’t get inside you, I might die, and there’s a bed right behind us and I mean to make use of it. Is that okay with you?”