Tacker (Arizona Vengeance #5)(59)

It’s perfect because our clothes somehow seem to melt away without any awkward dancing around or interference with this slow-burn foreplay we have going on. Nora even manages to pull the condoms from her back pocket and gracefully tosses them onto my bed before I divest her of her jeans.

I lower her to the mattress, right in the center, and follow. It’s luckily inflated well enough that it holds us, then my naked body is pressed flush against hers. She spreads her legs and I nestle in, feeling the heat of her pussy against my cock as it rests there, so hard and ready I can feel my pulse beating within its length.

Her breasts are soft under my chest, and her fingers play within my hair as she stares up at me.

“Feels good,” I mutter. “Just pressed up against you like this.”

Her hips tilt a little, circle, and the friction against my dick makes me groan. I bend my head, take her mouth, and slide my tongue in.

She fucking tastes great, too.

Bet she would taste amazing between her legs. Should I go there? Would she want me to? I know I want to, but is it too soon to be intimate that way?

For the first time, doubt creeps in and I wonder if I even know what the hell I’m doing. Nora is responsive, writhing under me as we kiss, yet I find myself distinctly unsure of myself. I pull back, trying to glean what she would want me to do from her expression.

It’s been a long fucking time since I’ve had sex, and I don’t know what to do. I think I used to be good at this shit, but maybe I was only good with MJ.

Nora’s hands cradle my face, and it causes me to focus in on her. Her eyes bore into mine, her voice gentle but sure. “This is going to be perfect,” she reassures me. “Don’t overthink. Do what feels right and natural. I swear, Tacker… it will be perfect because it’s us.”

Relief floods through me, head to toe, followed by an intense rush of desire. Not from her sexy body under me or the hot kiss we just shared, but because she believes in this.

Us.

Yeah, I’m turned on by that.

I kiss Nora again, gently this time… almost a goodbye kiss.

Then I start to move down her body, trailing my lips along her skin. Along her collarbone, over her breast, and her nipple. She arches her back and makes a purring sound, putting her hands in my hair and holding tight.

By the time I reach her belly, Nora is spreading her legs for me, and I know she’s right. It’s going to be perfect.

I thought I couldn’t get any harder, but the first swipe of my tongue causes my cock to become painful. Ignoring it, I concentrate on her taste and the way she cries out every time I suck on her clit.

So fucking responsive. Bucking, arching, and making the most amazing sounds that have me practically dry humping the mattress in response before she shatters.

Calls out my name… an homage. I feel revered, and I gentle her with soft caresses of my lips on the insides of her thighs.

When her hands unclench from my hair, I look up her beautiful body to find her staring so intensely I wonder for a moment if I did something wrong.

But then she practically growls in a sexy, raspy tone. “Get inside me. Now.”

Don’t need any further encouragement. I grab one of the condoms, ripping it with my teeth as I surge up her body. Her legs splay open for me and I get sidetracked by her pussy, shiny from my ministrations and just waiting for me. My hands shake slightly as I roll the rubber on my cock. When I position myself at her entrance, I have to take a steadying breath.

Nora’s hand comes up, covering that area of my chest over my heart while her other hand helps to guide me into her.

I groan as she takes me in. So damn warm and tight. I have a moment of fear that I’m going to embarrass myself.

Then Nora moves, a swivel of her hips, urging me to match her. I do, withdrawing—my body remembering exactly what to do—and then plunging back in.

Yes, this.

Absolutely fucking perfect.

Nora and I move, a tangle of arms and legs. My cock plundering her sweetness, taking from her and giving it right back. We’re gasping, undulating with hurried kisses in between, and whispering breathless, filthy talk to urge us higher.

It can’t be a cliché when we both explode together.

It can’t be coincidence or blind dumb luck.

It’s because we’re perfect together. As I start to come down, holding Nora tightly to me, I realize she might just be the absolute perfect thing for me.

And yes… that makes me feel a twinge of guilt.





CHAPTER 25




Nora


The first time with Tacker was beautiful. I felt like a soaring eagle. As predicted, it was perfect.

Sweet, tender, and so perfectly intimate that I had tears in my eyes when we came together.

Now as Tacker rides me from behind, his powerful body dominating me, it makes me realize there is still so much about this man I have to learn. I’m used to the taciturn man who had turned gently insightful, and I wasn’t expecting Tacker to turn alpha in the bedroom.

Lest anyone thinks I’m complaining, please know the two orgasms I’ve had this go-round speak differently.

One hand on my shoulder, the other on my hip, he drives into me so deeply I have to keep a hand braced against his wall or else I’ll get slammed right into it.

“You okay?” he grunts through clenched teeth. At least, I think they’re clenched. They sound like they’re clenched. I can’t tell because my head is hanging down, my own teeth gritted so they don’t rattle out of my head.