“No, I’m pretty sure that I woke up to you molesting me first,” I explained.

“I don’t think that’s true,” he argued playfully.

“And why not?”

“Because you still haven’t made me move my hand,” he answered before bringing his mouth down on mine in an insanely passionate kiss. It didn’t take much convincing on his part to have me opening my mouth and inviting him in. All the while, he never removed his hand from my panties, and it was not idle while there. His other hand slid up my neck, creating gooseflesh in the wake of his movements until he cradled the side of my face in order to hold me there, captive to his kiss.

“Are you okay?” He managed to ask, his lips brushing against mine as he did.

“Better than,” I insisted as his finger swirled over my clit again sparking sensation and bringing me right to the edge of an orgasm I hadn’t even been expecting. I must have moaned because Tucker smiled against my lips before leaning over and whispering in my ear.

“Come for me, Mina,” he nibbled there, at the shell of my ear and then down my neck until the t-shirt he had given me to wear became a hinderance to his mouth trailing any further down my skin. It was the first time, since before we both woke up, that he removed his hand from my panties. “Can we take this off?” He asked as he tugged at the bottom of my shirt. I nodded my head, lost to sensation and missing what he had been doing with his hand.

Once my shirt disappeared somewhere over the edge of the bed, his mouth continued its path down my body. He spent time kissing across my clavicles, then down further until he had one nipple in his mouth, sucking as if it were the tastiest treat that he’d ever had, while his other hand focused on pinching my other nipple. I might not have been over large in the breast department, but my girls loved receiving attention.

“Jesus,” ucker sighed as he released me from his mouth. It was only then I realized the death-grip I had on his shoulders.

“Sorry,” I whispered.

“Uh-uh, don’t apologize for that.” His mouth was on my other breast before he even stopped talking, teasing my nipple before I could respond, and then words failed me. Bolts of desire shot down my body, lighting me up from the inside out as his hands wandered further than his mouth had.

“Tucker,” I groaned his name out as he released me once again.

“I’ve got you,” he promised as those sinful lips trailed kissed down my belly and to where I had embarrassingly sculpted my pubic hair. It was something I did once in a while when I was bored to humor myself. “Mina,” he hissed when he realized what I’d done. When I got up the nerve to glance down, his eyes were crinkled at the corners as amusement tipped his lips up. “I love it,” he teased as he emphasized the middle word.