“Mia Quinn. You ... you destroy me. Just when I think I know you ... when I think you can’t surprise me ... you do this.” I kissed her again, this time a little deeper. “There is nothing I want to do more than to make love to you tonight. If that’s what you want, too.”
Her eyes gazed into mine, shining with love and need. “I want.”
The hotel room was simple and tasteful. A big king-sized bed dominated the space, and I glanced at Quinn, wondering if it made her nervous. But typical Quinn, having made up her mind, she was all in. She bounced on the end of the bed, grinning at me.
“They asked if I wanted a king or two queens, but I figured after all those nights in the back seat of your car, having more room would be a good thing.”
I laughed. “You’re not wrong. But how did you manage to even get this room? I thought you had to be at least eighteen to book at a hotel.”
Quinn looked a little guilty. “Gia helped. She has a friend who works here, and she had it arranged for me to pick up a key. I paid extra as a gurantee that we wouldn’t wreck the room.”
“Quinn Russell. I’m impressed. That’s some serious plotting you did there.”
She flushed, but I could tell that she was pleased. “Okay. Now I’m going into the bathroom to get freshened up. You, get naked and wait here for me.”
I saluted. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Oh.” She paused outside the bathroom door. “There are condoms in the nightstand drawer. I hope I bought the right ones.”
I shook my head, amazed all over again. “You thought of everything, didn’t you?”
She shrugged. “I tried.”
Once the bathroom door had clicked behind her, I stripped off my Henley, kicked off my shoes and tugged my legs out of my jeans. And then, obeying orders, I slid under the cool cotton of the covers.
I’d only been lying there a few minutes when the lights in the room dimmed. She didn’t turn them off altogether, but the lighting was definitely of the mood variety. I blinked a minute, letting my eyes adjust.
And then she was there. Quinn stepped around the corner, into my line of vision, and for a matter of seconds, I actually forgot to breathe.
Her hair was down, spilling around her face. Her arms and legs, still sporting a little leftover tan from the summer, were bare. And on her body, she wore my jersey.
It was huge on her, of course. Quinn wasn’t tiny, by any means, but I was still half a foot taller than her and outweighed her by almost a hundred pounds, probably. The jersey hung low on her shoulders, dipping enticingly between her breasts.
She walked toward me, her eyes glued to mine, and then crawled onto the bed, kneeling at the foot.
“Baby.” I breathed the word and held out one hand. “Look at you. How did you ... where did you get this?”
She smiled and lifted one shoulder. The slippery material slid down one of her arms, baring the top of one gorgeous tit.
“I had help. And I wanted to be wearing it tonight. Because like you said ...” She moved closer to me, until her knees rested next to my legs. “Go big or go home, right?”
I couldn’t wait another moment. Sitting up, I reached for her, hauling her body over mine. “God, babe. You’re beautiful. Absolutely ... gorgeous.” My hands touched the hot, bare skin of her flat stomach and traveled upwards to fill my palms with her boobs, loose beneath the jersey.
“You do realize I’ll never put on this jersey without picturing you in it, right?”
She laughed. “I like that.” She kissed my neck, moving her mouth up to my face and then my lips. “I like what you’re doing to me even more.”
“Good, because that’s what I want to do. I want to make you feel incredible.” I raised the jersey out of the way, baring her boobs to me, and took one pink nipple into my mouth. She arched toward me and held my head in place.
I’d never been with a virgin before. I’d heard stories, and since Quinn and I had been together, I’d done some reading on the internet. Research. What I knew for sure was that this might not be a fun night for her, not the way it would be for me. But I also knew I could make her feel damn good before the less comfortable part began.
“Lay down.” I flipped her over onto her back and stripped the shirt off her. “This jersey? Best idea ever. But now it’s in my way.”
Once it was gone, I sat back on my heels, taking her in. We’d been messing around for a while now, making out in cars or in quiet hallways or on the sofa in her parents’ house after they’d gone to bed. I’d made her come, and she’d done the same for me.
But I’d never seen her completely naked, laid out before me, and seeing her now? I had to take a couple of deep calming breaths so that I didn’t embarrass myself by coming right there.
Her boobs were average size, but on Quinn, they were perfect. Her stomach was flat and her hips flared down into long and slender legs. In the middle of them lay paradise.
