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comment, but he refrained, took the condom with a wink and then pulled her right back into his intensity.
    Tucker pulled his jeans lower and settled between her legs. Tipping her pelvis and supporting her hips, he nudged his cock at her entrance. Sophie caught his eyes as he slid inside. Her brain exploded in a cascade of sensation. This fullness, his fullness, was more than she’d ever experienced and the way her body adjusted and settled around him caused a cacophony of feeling.
    His forehead tipped to her shoulder. “God, Sophie.” Tucker sucked in a breath and held still to let them both adjust. His hands slid up her body to cup her breasts. Then he gripped her hands, twining their fingers again and holding them out to the sides as he rose a little higher between her legs, driving just a little deeper. Sophie cried out, her hips thrusting up in desperation. He needed to move, fast. Hard. To complete her before her brain exploded from frustration.
    She almost begged, but then he moved. Slow and methodical so the length of his cock slid against her clit with each stroke. One stroke, two, three…it didn’t take long before the spiral was back full force and carrying her away. Sophie wrapped her arms around his neck and cried out into his chest as the orgasm tore through her.
    “Awww, Sophie,” he growled, burying his face in her neck.
    Tucker wedged her tighter against his thighs, pulling back and slamming into her. The force of pleasure riveted her in place, rendered her nearly useless to move, to do anything but feel. His teeth nipped her neck, his lips grinding into hers as he dug fingers into her lower back and came hard.
    “Sophie…” He pumped hard a few more times, his back arched over her, his arms quivering. Sophie was sure a blast had gone off close to them, rendering her deaf and confused. Time and place ceased to exist. When Tucker curled around her, gathering her up in his arms, the world began to clear inch by inch. Several long moments passed before she could move or think. With soft kisses, Tucker lay on his side next to her. The soft crunch of hay pulled her to look at him. Their eyes met and her heart slammed to her feet. Tucker smiled slow and lazy, tracing one finger around her face and tucking hair behind her ear. She turned to her side, her middle full of emotions she couldn’t begin to comprehend. How was it she’d only known him a few hours?
    Tucker leaned in for a hot, open-mouth kiss. His tongue drew little circles along hers, fanning desire right back to life. Sophie chuckled, warmth spreading through her.
    “Better not do that or we won’t get out of this wagon.”
    Tucker touched her cheek, letting his fingertips fall over the crest of her jaw. “I wouldn’t mind. Sophie, this was an incredible end to the day.” He was beautiful. Even in the barely-there-light, the planes and dips of his face, and self-satisfied gleam in his eyes grabbed her.
    “Yeah.” They lay there a while longer, staring at each other in the slivered moonlight. Shuffling and conversation from the street made her take notice. “We’d better get out of here.”
    They righted their clothes and Tucker helped her out of the wagon, pulling her against him for a mind-blowing kiss. Sophie sucked down the rise of schoolgirl flutters in her belly.
    “How long are you in town?” Tucker put a hand to her lower back as they walked.
    Sophie shrugged. She’d be heading back to Minnesota as soon as she was sure her mother was going to be all right. “I’m not sure exactly, but it won’t be long.”
    He paused mid-step and turned to her. “See me again.” It was a demand, not a question, and by the slight quake in his voice, not one Tucker was used to uttering. A lump wedged in her throat. Sick mother. Bitchy sister. No job. No money. What a fine list of all the reasons she couldn’t do this with him again. What was the point of even thinking about a relationship, even a mini-one, when her life was so complicated