His expression darkened. “I don’t want you cooking for any other man.”
Raw need stabbed through her groin as he rubbed the thick head of his penis against her engorged clitoris, his precome mingling erotically with the wetness that coated her sex. “Do you understand me? Say you won’t ever do that again.”
Even as ecstasy beckoned on the horizon, Lexi balked at the possessive command. “Quentin—”
Without warning he drove into her, wrenching a broken cry from her throat.“Say it.”
“I won’t cook for any other man,” she sobbed out helplessly.
He flashed a dark, feral smile. “Good.”
His slow, deep thrusts sent tremors of sensation tearing down her spine, convulsing her womb. As she moaned, his hands caressed her hips and curved underneath to grasp her butt, kneading and massaging.
“You have no idea the hell you put me through last night,” he uttered in a low, rasping voice. “Or maybe you do. Strolling into the restaurant on another man’s arm. Wearing that sexy ashelldress. Forcing me to sit there and do nothing while my friends undressed you with their eyes. You had to know what you were doing to me. You had to know how much it killed me to watch you and Byron together the whole night.”
Lexi could only groan, her world centered on the single exquisite spot where their bodies were joined. Each deep, gliding thrust intensified the burning ache between her thighs, driving her toward that cataclysmic release onlyhecould give her.
Leaning down, he nuzzled the side of her throat, finding the sensitive hollow beneath her ear that made her shiver. “Promise me you won’t see Byron again.”
She clung to his upper arms, feeling the thick muscles bunch and flex as his strokes deepened, lifting her up and down against the wall.
“Promise me.”
Shuddering, she panted, “I promise.”
But he wasn’t finished with his demands.
Cradling her face between his hands, he feathered a line of slow, soft kisses from her forehead to her mouth, his intense hazel eyes boring into hers. “Give me a chance to prove to you that I’m ready for a relationship, Lex. No walls, no barriers, no ghosts from the past. Just you and me.”
Her heart raced, and she had to struggle to answer. Could she really trust him? Was she ready to stop running, as he’d accused her of doing? Was she ready to take the plunge and fly with him? And if they crashed and burned, would she lose his friendship forever?
“Quentin, I—”
Just then the first batch of her students arrived, the sound of their laughter and voices echoing around the large, industrial kitchen.
Lexi’s eyes flew wide. Seized by panic, she stared up at Quentin. The wicked amusement in his eyes only heightened her alarm. He had her at his complete mercy, and he knew it. If her students caught her having sex in the pantry, she’d not only lose her job; she could pretty much forget about teaching at any other respectable culinary school.
Watching her face, Quentin slid out of her with excruciating slowness, stopping just at the tip. A scream rose in her throat, threatening to explode from her lips.
“Say yes,” he whispered.
Yes!she mouthed desperately.
He brought his cheek next to hers, sucking her earlobe, murmuring at her ear, “What was that, sweetness? I couldn’t hear you.”
Ruthless cad!
“Yes,” she hissed into his ear.
A slow, satisfied smile curved his mouth.
“I have to go,” she whispered frantically, circling her hips against his, begging him to finish what he’d started.
He shook his head. “Not yet.”
Holding her gaze, he eased all the way back into her, inch by inch, so that she could feel the slow slide of her juices as her body sheathed him. She nearly came right then, and had to bite her lip hard to suppress a mewling cry of ecstasy.
Eyes glinting devilishly, Quentin began thrusting into her as more voices entered the kitchen. Lexi grabbed his taut, round butt, urging him to go harder and faster. Thankfully, he was so aroused that he cooperated. Soon their coupling grew frenzied, both fueled by the knowledge that they could be discovered at any moment.
