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now—to wipe that research paper from her head for the rest of the night.
    Or die trying.
    ‘Okay,’ he said, stepping in closer to her, until her body was
a hand-touch away, ‘long, sweet, slow loving it is.’
    Cassie swayed as her senses were engulfed in a wave of him,
drenching every cell in a primal urge. She felt his hand warm on her waist,
steadying her, and her eyes pinged open, her gaze snared in the brilliant blue
of his.
    ‘That’ s your standard? ’ she asked, her voice squeaky.
    Tuck shrugged. ‘I have high standards.’
    He brought his free hand up to cradle her jaw. Her pupils were
large and dilated, the sound of her breath was rough in his ears, her nostrils
were flaring, her mouth was parted. Tuck knew all the signs of an aroused woman.
And any other woman would be plastered all over him by now, eager to fulfil his
every whim.
    The fact that she wasn’t was sweet and quaint and endearing.
And vaguely thrilling.
    Not that he had any issues with sexually aggressive women. He
loved confidence and strength in and out of bed. But this—having a woman waiting
for his move for a change—was, strangely, a real
turn-on.
    Cassie swore she could hear the sluggish grind of gears as time
seemed to slow right down. Her head spun with the smell of him and she wanted
him to kiss her so badly she didn’t even recognise the woman she’d suddenly
become.
    ‘Tuck…’ The word spilled from her lips on a desperate whisper
she had no conscious control over.
    Tuck sucked in a breath. The volume of want in her voice was
lashing him with an identical desire. His fingers speared into her hair, his
thumb brushing her temple. ‘What do you want, Cassie?’ he asked, his lips slowly
descending towards hers.
    Cassie was reeling. She could barely think through the fog of
pheromones addling her senses, intoxicating her. ‘I want you to kiss me,’ she
whispered, the words flowing thick and heavy like syrup from her throat.
    Tuck didn’t need it. He swooped the last few centimetres and
crushed his mouth against hers. Her lips opened on a whimper that speared
straight to his groin, and when her tongue tentatively touched, his heat traced
its way there too. He groaned as her mouth opened more and her arms slid around
his neck. He pulled her closer, until not even his platinum credit card could
have been slipped between them. His hand dropped to her shoulder, skimmed her
breast, moulded her hip, and then both his hands moved in unison to the cheeks
of her butt hidden beneath layers of fabric.
    He pulled her hips in hard, grinding his erection against her.
She broke away, gasping, but his lips refused to let her retreat, following and
claiming hers again in another hot lashing of lust which she opened to on a tiny
little whimper that lit fires in all his erogenous zones.
    His hand slid under her shirt, his palm fitting into the small
of her back, then moving up the contours of her spine. Up, up, up. Her skin was
hot and smooth to touch. The arch of her back, the dip of her ribs, the absence
of bra strap fuelled the fever thrumming in his blood. Lust jabbed him in the
solar plexus and he jerked her harder against him.
    He needed her naked. He needed her laid out on his bed. He
needed her calling his name and scratching her nails down his back. He dragged
his mouth from hers.
    Cassie swayed at the sudden loss of her anchor. The mewing
noise coming from somewhere in her throat was totally foreign to her ears. His
scent filled her head and drummed against her body like fat drops of sweet,
sticky rain.
    She couldn’t think. All she could do was feel as her senses
took over. Taste, touch, hearing, sight, smell.
    Dear God, the addictive scent of
him.
    She blinked up at him. ‘Wha…?’
    Tuck’s groin surged at her bewildered look, at the arousal
dilating her pupils with undiluted desire. ‘Bed,’ he said, his hands sliding
down her arms, his fingers linking through hers as he tugged on them gently,
pulling her forward as he