Girl Least Likely to Marry by Amy Andrews Page A

litmus test—and then she’d be free to
get on with her life, with her pesky libido back in its box.
    She shifted restlessly beneath him. ‘Don’t stop.’
    Tuck obliged, rising up on his elbows, looming over her as he
began a slow, teasing thrust guaranteed to satisfy. Arousal streaked hot fingers
into his thighs and buttocks as her tightness massaged and squeezed the length
of him, and he knew he was going to need all his staying power to hold out for
her.
    Cassie moaned. She might never have found sex to be personally
fulfilling, but she’d always enjoyed the feel of a man inside her and got
satisfaction from the pleasure her partner derived from it. As if she’d
engineered a successful experiment. And she was determined that today would be
no different. Tuck would find his release soon and she could bask in the happy
glow of a job well done.
    And so, damn it, could her libido.
    Of course it was hard to concentrate on the end game when Tuck
insisted on such slow, rhythmic thrusts. She didn’t like the feeling of pressure
building in her pelvis. She’d been there before and knew it never amounted to
anything—that it only ever got so far and no more.
    Tuck adjusted the angle of his thrust as Cassie lay passively
in his arms. He smiled down at the look of concentration on her face. ‘Stop
thinking,’ he growled, leaning in to press a hard kiss on her mouth. It was
satisfying to see when he pulled away that he’d kissed the lust back. ‘Stop
thinking,’ he reiterated.
    Cassie shut her eyes briefly as he picked up the pace and
something stirred deep inside her. Something she didn’t like. Something that she
knew intuitively she’d never be able to contain.
    And that just wasn’t part of the world she lived in.
    It reminded her too much of a time during her teenage years
when her grip on the world had loosened and things had rapidly spiralled out of
her control.
    A place she never wanted to revisit.
    ‘Don’t wait for me,’ she dismissed. ‘I may take for ever.’
    Tuck grinned. ‘We’ve got all night. And I’m not going without
you, darlin’.’’
    Cassie knew with sudden clarity that he was telling the truth,
and a surge of dread rose in her chest. For some strange reason she didn’t want
to appear sexually inadequate before him. But just thinking about the
impossibility of it all made her instantly tense.
    Tuck groaned, dropping his head to her neck. ‘God, you feel so
tight,’ he muttered, dropping kisses on her throat.
    Cassie sighed. There was only one thing for it—and she thanked
Gina and Marnie and Reese for making her watch that movie where the actress
faked an orgasm in a coffee shop, because at least she had some clue how to go
about it.
    She shut her eyes and started to moan, softly at first, then
picking up, adding in some panting—and didn’t she remember seeing another film
with the Awesome Foursome where the actress dug her nails into the
actor’s
back a lot, even scratched them down? She threw that in for good measure.
    Tuck felt the bite of Cassie’s nails right down to his groin,
and cried out as her moans and pants pushed him closer to the edge. He picked up
the pace, dropping his forehead against hers as their orgasms built and built.
Cassie’s cries got louder, and when she reached for his buttocks and squeezed
tight his orgasm hit warp speed.
    ‘Yes, Tuck, yes,’ Cassie croaked in his ear, knowing he was
close and gasping her pleasure, no matter how fake, right into his ear.
    She was too busy concentrating on faking it to be in tune with
the buzz going on inside her, but that was okay. If Tuck’s big hard body
pounding into hers hadn’t satisfied her libido than nothing would.
    ‘Tuck,’ she cried. ‘Tuck. I’m… I’m…’
    Tuck’s belly pulled taut and red-hot pleasure eddied and
swirled just out of his reach as his orgasm bubbled to the surface. ‘Yes,
Cassie, yes. Let go. I’ll come with you.’
    Cassie cried out in what she hoped was a fairly