Before the Dawn(41)

"I want you." Her voice was certain, a husky temptation.

His fingers slid between her thighs. She was soft and hot, her skin slick to the touch, but...

I need more. I need her wild for me. He wanted her to be the way she'd been back in the beginning.

His hands settled between her legs. "If you get scared, stop me." Easy words to say in the dark.

"I won't stop you." Her promise, even huskier now.

He put his mouth on her. Her hips jerked and he held her there, using a light but steady grip. He licked her, he kissed her, he thrust his tongue over her clit, moving fast, stroking lightly, then harder, wanting to push her to the edge-

And over it.

He felt her first orgasm against his mouth. Heard the pleasure in her moan, and it made him desperate for more. He rose up, grabbing a condom from the wallet on the nightstand, and then he was ditching his sweats and shoving that condom on as fast as he could.

He went back between her thighs. He guided his cock to the entrance of her body. She was wet and hot and just as he'd wanted her.

But he hesitated. "Dawn?"

Too dark to see her eyes. Too dark to see her face.

Too dark for her to see my face.

"Don't make me wait longer, Tucker."

He wouldn't. He thrust into her, sinking deep and nearly losing his mind because she felt so utterly perfect around him. His hands slammed down onto the mattress, on either side of her body, and he withdrew, only to thrust again, harder, deeper into her.

Her legs rose and locked around his hips. She arched toward him, demanding, meeting him eagerly. There was no hesitation now, no room for fear. There was only the driving heat for them both as they raced toward the climax.


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The bed shook beneath him. He grabbed her hips and lifted her even higher. He was rough now, too far gone to hold back.

It's Dawn. My Dawn.

He slid his cock over her clit and she cried out his name. Her sex squeezed around him and he knew her second orgasm was coming. He wanted to feel that orgasm all along his cock. He drove into her, even as his hand slid between them and pressed to her clit. He knew what she liked. He knew every inch of her body. He knew her.

She gave a little scream, one that he stopped with his kiss. Her sex squeezed around him, contractions of release that sent his own orgasm pounding through him. He stiffened, holding her too tight, but unable to stop.

The pleasure blasted through him, so good that he could barely suck in a breath. He shuddered and held his body off hers even as her sex continued to contract around his cock.

Slowly, the madness faded. His drumming heartbeat settled and the frantic thunder stopped filling his ears. His breath came in pants as he strained to see her in the dark. "Dawn?"

"I missed you." The same words she'd uttered when she'd first slipped into his room.

He kissed her once more, then pulled away from her. Tucker went into the bathroom to ditch the condom. He turned on the water, making sure it was warm as he prepared a cloth for her. He'd clean her off, take care of her, and then...

Then we figure out what the hell we are doing next.

He opened the bathroom door. The light from the bathroom spilled onto the bed.

Dawn was gone.

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DAWN STARED AT herself in the bathroom mirror. The bathroom that was connected to her room. Because the minute Tucker had left the bed, she'd fled.

Did that make her a coward?

Probably.

But...

She stared at herself. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were bright. Her lips still swollen from his kiss. She'd done it. She'd made love with Tucker again.

Was it love? Was it sex? Does it even matter?

A knock sounded on the bathroom door. "Dawn?"

Her fingers curled around the edge of the granite countertop.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes." She was not handling this well.

Silence. Then... "Did I hurt you?" 

"No." She realized she'd spoken too softly. "No." Straighten your shoulders. Open the door. Talk to him. She'd put on one of the fluffy white robes that hung behind the door. Lifting her chin, she stepped from the sink and opened that door.

He stared at her. She stared straight at him. No darkness to hide behind this time.

"You ran."

She'd actually walked-rather quickly-to the other restroom.

"Is sex in the dark all you wanted?"

She didn't know what all she wanted. She just knew what she could have. And maybe it was time for some hard truth between them. "It's not you."

He took a step back and she saw pain flash on his face. That handsome face that haunted her best dreams-and her worst nightmares.