One Wilde Night. Rhonda Leah

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СКАЧАТЬ he said, lifting half a sandwich to his mouth as he settled on top of the covers next to her.

      “Gosh, you’ve worked up quite an appetite.”

      He smirked around his sandwich. “You did it do me.”

      He leaned over, and she took a bite of his sandwich.

      “Mum,” she hummed. The covers fell to her waist. She felt relaxed and lighthearted, totally at home.

      Tucker’s gaze focused on her body for seconds before returning to meet her eyes. “So, have you done this before?”

      “What? Steal bites of people’s sandwiches?”

      He shook his head, a seriousness playing across his features.

      “This…” He waved his hand between them.

      “Oh…no. I uh, not really. You?”

      “No, never. What do you mean, ‘not really’?” he said with raised brow.

      “Well, okay.” This was crazy, but talking to him was too easy. “So I’ve done this.” She waved her hand between them. “Once, but I knew the man much longer than ten minutes.”

      “Then how could it be the same?”

      “Because I knew going in that it was a one night deal.”

      “Ah.” He shrugged. “I guess I can see that.”

      “Why me?” He’d piqued her curiosity beyond belief with this line of conversation.

      “Chemistry, maybe?” He sighed and finished off his sandwich, then took a swallow of water. “You intrigued me from the first time I saw you,” he said, dragging the covers down the bed and maneuvering under them.

      She laughed. “Me, intriguing? That’s a new one.”

      His gentle hand lifted the weight of her breast, and as he teased the nipple between his fingers, blood pulsated through her body at warp speed.

      * * * *

      Tucker dipped his head, pulling her puckered nipple into his mouth. Her soft skin felt like silk. He pressed her engorged nipple against the roof of his mouth, teasing her. Anchored to her breast by her hands in his hair, he grabbed her hips and pulled her down the bed.

      He kissed a trail between her breasts and lifted his head. “Yes, utterly intriguing.”

      She laughed. “I’ll call it lust.”

      He nibbled at her soft skin and she laughed some more. The sound pulled at his gut as nothing had in a long time. She was too much for just one night. But he’d be home in twenty-four hours. Right now he would give and take all he could.

      With only one condom left, they had to be creative. “Will you stay tonight?”

      She looked at him in a way that made his gut clench. “Yes. I will.”

      On his knees, he lifted the covers. The lamp he’d left on earlier bathed the room in a warm glow.

      She was beautiful. With the thigh-highs gone, her tanned, slender legs looked dark against his. He’d been spending too much time inside. Her amber colored hair spilled over the pillow, her well-kissed lips were parted and her eyes questioning.

      One hand under her knee, he parted her legs, tried to brand her body in his memory. She’d be visiting his dreams for a long time to come. He trailed his hand along her leg. Her toenails were painted a pale blue, the same color as the dress she’d been wearing.

      She sighed, drawing his eyes back to her face. Her lids were half-lowered, and she appeared completely relaxed. He trailed one finger between her thighs. Her pussy glistened, beckoning him there, and he pushed both her knees up. She parted her thighs wider for him, totally exposing her moist folds. Stretched out on the bed, he lowered his mouth to her pussy. When his tongue came in contact with her outer lips, her body trembled.

      One cheek of her ass in each hand, he pulled her up to him, buried his tongue in her most private parts. Drinking in her sweet taste, he coaxed her to a bucking climax.

       His eyes burned at the thought of leaving her in a few hours.

       Chapter 3

      Tara slowly opened her eyes, well aware of the male body pressed against her. Tucker’s leg was thrown over her and his erection felt heavy on her backside. All she wanted in this moment was to lie there and spend the day repeating the events of last night.

      That reality wouldn’t happen.

      He had a lecture to give at eleven. She had to open the store at nine. He was flying out of her life on a plane back to Boston…tonight.

      She slowly stretched and eased her body away from his, unable to allow herself to think about the loss she felt breaking the physical connection to another human. Tucker rolled, taking some of the covers with him, and hugged the pillow she put beside him. One muscular shoulder stuck out of the covers, made her fingers itch to touch him. His angular features were relaxed in sleep. He looked utterly peaceful. Blond hair curled over his ears, making him look younger than he was.

      She inched off the bed and retrieved her stockings from the floor, then stood at the end of the bed and marveled at the sight of the sleeping giant. He’d given her more pleasure in the last eight hours than she’d known in ages.

      It had to end. She had to leave. The alarm clock on the nightstand displayed six-fifteen. The sun wouldn’t be up yet. She could make her escape unnoticed.

      Near the sofa, she gathered her clothes and dressed in quick motions. She refused to acknowledge the disappointment she felt at leaving his suite, the haven they’d created last night.

      Tucker was by far the most fascinating anti-social, absent-minded professor she’d ever met. She smirked to herself at the first thoughts she’d had of him. He’d gone a long way in proving her wrong.

      He’d been gentle, yet somehow known how to push her buttons. He’d coaxed her over the edge so many times last night, she’d lost count. Her body was sated, and she felt more alive than she had in months.

      Once dressed, she ventured back into the bedroom for one last peek. The dread curling in her stomach would have to go away. She didn’t have time for second thoughts or regrets, and besides, she’d always have the wonder she’d felt his arms.

      She set the alarm clock, the least she could do to ensure he made it to his lecture on time. Finding a hotel-issued pad and pen on the small desk in the sitting room, she jotted a quick note. A thank you, in not so many words, for the best birthday present she’d ever received.

      Leaving the hotel, she ignored the feelings storming her. Once home, she took a hot bath, soaking muscles that ached deliciously from their workout. She used perfumed oils and tried to relax her whirling mind. It didn’t work.

      Work. She’d have to focus on the shop. She had floral arrangements to make today, and it was the first Saturday of the month, which meant she needed to place orders for the store.

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