Plus it was a winning team, and he liked playing for winners. They all had the same mind-set, too. Play hard, and win.
The party started to wind down, so he made his way over to Aubry. She was in the kitchen, a glass of wine in one hand, the other waving in the air as she talked in an animated fashion to several of the women. He leaned against the doorway to watch her. She’d say something, then stop and listen intently as someone else took over the conversation.
She’d been accepted, too. He was aware a lot of the women already knew her since she was Clyde Ross’s daughter, but she seemed comfortable with all of them. And when she tilted her head back and laughed at something Liz said—oh, man, that sound shot straight to his balls.
There was nothing like a woman who knew how to laugh, who could have fun and be so completely unguarded like that.
He stepped into the room. “Okay, what are you all talking about?”
Liz turned around. “Women and multiple orgasms. And the men who can give them to us. We haven’t gotten around to questioning Aubry about that yet, Tucker.”
He grabbed Aubry’s hand. “She’ll let you know tomorrow.”
Everyone laughed. They said their good-byes and thanked Liz and Gavin for inviting them to the party, then headed out.
Aubry leaned against him as they made their way to the car. He stopped in the street, pulling her toward him for a kiss.
She came into his arms and met his lips. The kiss was hot and passionate, making him wish they were already home so he could undress her and be inside of her, something he’d been thinking about for a few hours now.
He pulled away and she licked her lips, still holding on to him. Her nails dug into his forearms.
“Don’t drive too fast, but let’s get somewhere where we can get naked, okay?”
“You got it.”
They ended up at his place, since it was like a mile closer than hers, and he was out of patience, especially since Aubry kept running her hand up and down his thigh on the drive home.
He pulled into the driveway, got out and came over to her side. She was already out and closed the door, so he took her hand and led her to the front door.
He wasn’t the type of guy to get anxious about sex. This wasn’t his first time, and she wasn’t his first woman. Over the years, he’d learned to be patient and he could wait for it. But Aubry had him pent up all night long, thinking about getting her alone, so by the time he closed the front door, he was ready.
Hell, more than ready.
So was she, apparently, because he hadn’t even found the light switch before she pushed him against the wall and shoved her body against his. He wrapped his arms around her and bent to take her mouth in a kiss that fired his passion fast and hot.
He fused his tongue to hers, his cock went instantly hard, and he shoved his hands into her hair, holding her head in place so he could explore her mouth, take the kiss deeper. He rocked his cock against her body. In response, she let out a soft, throaty moan that shot straight to his balls. Her hands roamed over him, her nails dug into him, and if he didn’t get her naked right goddamned now he might just explode.
The problem was, it felt really damn good to feel her against him, all her soft parts against his hard parts. He didn’t want to move his cock away from her since he was nestled between her legs, rocking against her.
“You keep doing that and you’ll make me come.”
He lifted his head and looked down at her. “Through all that denim?”
“Okay, it might take me a while, but it sure feels good.”
“It’ll feel even better without clothes.”
She pushed her hips against him. “Then what are we doing in the hall? Let’s get naked.”
He grinned, then reached around to cup her butt, drawing her closer. “I was getting there, it’s just that you feel really good, Aubry.”
Her breath escaped, a slight gasp with it. “Naked, Tucker. Now.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He took her by the hand and led her to his bedroom. He didn’t even bother flipping on the lights, because he knew where all the furniture was in his room. She didn’t, though, which was fine with him, because it forced Aubry to stay close to him. He had her tucked against his side, loving the feel of her soft curves as he directed her to his bed and sat her down on the edge. He bent and pulled off her heels, the ones that made her legs look long and made him think about her wrapping those long legs around him while he pumped into her.
His dick twitched.
Yeah, slow down, buddy.
He raised up and undid the button on her jeans, then the zipper, his fingers colliding with satiny skin as he drew the jeans over her hips and down her legs.
He wasn’t a patient man. Not when sex was involved. And damn if these jeans weren’t glued to her legs. He wanted to tear them off but the moonlight streaming in through the windows reflected off her face, and she was watching him undress her. He crooked a half smile at her.
“I think women wear these jeans on purpose.”
She cocked a brow. “Really. For what reason.”
He sat on his heels. “Multiple purposes, actually. One, they make your ass and legs look amazing.”
She smiled at him. “Thanks.”
“And two, they take fucking forever to get off of you, so you force us to be patient.”
“I don’t recall asking you to be patient. Right now I don’t care if you cut them off. You remember I was the one who suggested we get naked.”