Page 100 of Under Pressure

“You’re so fucking sexy, Quinn. Tell me you wore this on purpose. That you walked into my closet and grabbed this just so I could rip it off of you the moment I got home.”

She arches her neck, guiding my mouth to where her pulse throbs beneath soft skin. I suck and nip on it, leaving marks that I’m half-tempted to beg her to tattoo so they’ll never fade.

“Is that what you’re going to do? Rip it off?” she coos.

I fist the fabric at her waist and run my tongue across her throat, needing to mark up the other side just as thoroughly. “Maybe. I could be convinced to leave it on while I’m fucking you, though.”

Her moan is nearly a whimper. “Aren’t you going to ask me if that’s what I want?”

I grin against her wet skin as I release her ass just long enough to shove my shorts off before I’m massaging it again. This time, I let my fingers dance beneath her cheek, hovering dangerously close to where she’s radiating heat.

“Is it, baby? Do you want me to fuck you?” I blow a rough curse across her neck when I reach her pussy. She’s so slick my fingers glide over her. “It sure feels like you do, and don’t you dare lie to me.”

She jerks into my touch, and I cup her firmly. “I missed you.”

“Say it again,” I urge, kissing up her jaw, her chin.

“I missed you so much. I don’t want to pretend otherwise.”

“Fuck.”

She groans her disapproval when I release her, but it disappears the moment I bend to scoop her into my arms. Her wide eyes fill with disbelief, and I swallow a growl at the nervousness that floods her beautiful face. I duck my head and take her lips, hoping to distract her.

Only once I’ve reached my room do I reluctantly release her from my hold. At the foot of the bed, she braces a hand on the mattress behind her and stares up at me. The pull of her throat draws my eyes to the red marks all over her skin, and I prowl forward, unable to stay away.

I reach over my shoulder and grip my shirt before tugging it off. Quinn’s stare falls to my chest and lingers there as her hands rise, brushing against my abs. My eyes threaten to roll back at the lightning zapping beneath her fingertips, and I drop my head, my mouth against her temple.

“Do you want this?” I murmur breathlessly.

Her chin dips with a nod, and I shudder. “Yes.”

“Tell me you missed me again.”

The searing sensation of her nails drawing twin lines down my V cut is followed by a blast of pleasure when she presses a palm to my rock-solid cock. It lurches beneath her touch, aching so badly that I groan in pain before pinching her chin and bringing her mouth in for another kiss. I don’t release her while I push her flat on her back or when I press forward between her legs.

She wraps her legs around my waist and digs the heels of her feet into my ass, pulling me closer. Fisting the sheets beside her head, I grind forward and tease us both with the promise of what’s coming. The breathy moan she gifts me is almost too much. My dick’s dripping into my boxers, and if she makes that sound again, I don’t trust that I’ll avoid filling them entirely.

“I missed you, Beck,” she whispers, carding fingers through my hair, moving it off my forehead. Her eyes are so fucking clear when she opens them. “And I’d really like if you fucked me now.”

I bark a grated laugh and lift myself off her. She grins while I shove my jeans off and kick them away. Her cheeks are my favourite shade of soft pink, and I do a double take when I see the slightest dimple in the right one. My boxers hit the floor next, but all of my focus is on that tiny mark.

Leaning over her, I stroke her cheek before brushing my lips across it. “I love this.”

“Love what?”

“This dimple. It’s . . . I’ve never seen it before.”

She’s silent for a moment. “It’s hardly ever there. Yours are permanent.”

“I want to see it more.” It’s a demand, and I don’t care how selfish it sounds. “Please.”

Instead of replying, Quinn pushes herself off the bed and reaches for me. Her fingers curl around my cock, and I hiss,knees wobbling. I stare between us and watch her start to slowly stroke me, her breath sizzling between us.

“Don’t tease me,” I beg, panting.

She makes me lose my mind. It’s the most terrifying yet exhilarating experience I’ve ever had. Whether it’s a fleeting, bored look or a skim of her fingers across my arm, I’m completely taken by her. I’ll do anything for her, no matter the time or place. She’s taken the wheel at the centre of my being, and I couldn’t be more at peace with that.

“This isn’t teasing. I just want to touch you. Explore . . . learn.”