Girl Least Likely to Marry by Amy Andrews

inhaling its essence. Musk and man.
    Tuck’s groan, his hand in her hair, his strangled, ‘Cassie…’
drove her on.
    She shifted from the rampant thrust of him to the flat of his
belly beneath, and further afield to the heat of his groin, dragging the scent
of him inside her as she went. But it was inevitable that she’d return to his
erection—as if that was the source of his pheromones, the mother lode—and she
inhaled deeply as her lips brushed his girth. She followed it all the way to the
head, marvelling at how the skin could feel soft like a rose petal but the core
as strong as steel.
    A bead of fluid at the tip wafted more musk her way and without
conscious thought her tongue dipped into it, savouring its tang as it joined the
heady mix intoxicating her senses.
    Tuck reared up, cursing. ‘Okay—no,’ he said, dragging her up
his body and falling back with her, rolling so he pinned her to the bed.
    A man could only take so much.
    ‘Enough,’ he growled. ‘My turn.’
    And he flayed her mouth with a kiss full of heat and want and
something else he wasn’t familiar with and didn’t care to know about.
    Cassie just held on as his kiss spun her onto another plane.
Heat swept through her body and she welcomed it. Yes. This was what her body was craving. This.
    Primitive. Base. Primal.
    His hands pushed at her knickers and she helped him, wriggling
and kicking until she was free of them, desperate to have him inside her, to
quell her hormones for once and for all.
    ‘Yes,’ she said against his mouth. ‘Now.’
    Time to do it. To do what she’d come to do. To get it over
with. She’d had her fill of his pheromones. Now it was time for more.
    To couple. To mate. To copulate.
    Tuck’s mind was spinning into a quagmire of lust and desire he
could barely find his way out of. He had to slow it down or he was going to
explode.
    ‘Slow down, there,’ he murmured as he eased a hand between her
legs.
    Cassie froze. No! This wasn’t what
this was about. It was about exorcising the power of her hormones, satisfying
her libido and then moving on. Getting it out of her system. Her hormones had
demanded she mate—she was mating.
    It was biochemistry. Biology.
    It was business. Not pleasure.
    Not that pleasure had ever been a possibility for her. And she
sure as hell wasn’t going to open herself to that dry old argument when she had
a paper to get back to.
    ‘No,’ she gasped against his mouth, pushing his hand aside as
she grabbed his erection. ‘I need you in me now.’
    She did. She really did. She needed to shut her hormones up for
once and all!
    ‘But I want to—’
    Cassie cut him off with her mouth, slamming a kiss on his lips
that left them dizzy and clinging to each other. Who knew
she could kiss like that?
    ‘Damn it, Tuck,’ she said, breaking away as her hormones
screamed at her for fulfilment. ‘Now!’
    Tuck was too far gone. Her kiss, and her brand of innocent
seduction, and most especially her hand kneading his erection were too, too
much—and her whimper when he broke away was a potent aphrodisiac.
    ‘Tuck,’ she moaned, grabbing for him.
    ‘Condom,’ he said, reaching over the side of the mattress into
his bag, locating one in the side zip pocket and quickly donning it.
    And then he was back, and Cassie was reaching for him, opening
her legs and lifting her hips in invitation, and he took what she was offering,
so utterly free of any agenda, and drove himself into her in one easy
thrust.
    Cassie’s gasp was loud in his ears and he stopped abruptly.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked, looking down at her. Her face was scrunched up.
    She wasn’t a virgin, was she?
    Cassie could feel the hot length of him hard inside her and
doubted she’d ever been filled so completely. It hurt so damn good she swore she
could hear her libido sigh.
    Yes. Ahh. Yes. That was it. This was what she needed.
    ‘Yes,’ she said.
    Yes, yes, yes. It would be over in
a minute—two at the outside if Len was any