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Her legs were endless. Luke ran his hands back up them as he rose.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Quinn.”
“You won’t.”
“I could. The anger in me—”
“I feel anger too. He is so young and…” Her words fell away as he placed a kiss on her shoulder.
“Haunted.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “You were like that once.”
“I know. I see me in him.” He kissed along her shoulder to her jaw. “God, Quinn, I want you so much.”
Her hand slid down his chest to flick the button on his jeans. Then she was lowering the zipper. His cock was so hard, it ached. Hard to be inside her. Luke shrugged out of his jeans and toed them off with his boots.
He stepped into her, feeling the heat of her soft skin as he pressed his lips to her jaw.
The urgency inside him was consuming, but he wouldn’t give in to the lust. Wouldn’t give in to the need to throw her on the bed and fuck her until he found his release. Found what his body was aching for.
One of her hands cupped him, and he was sure his knees nearly gave way.
“Christ.”
“So warm and hard.” She moved her fist up and down his length, but it wasn’t enough.
Luke kissed his way to her breast, then circled her nipple with his tongue. Her moan had him taking it into his mouth and sucking.
“Yessss.”
He slid a hand between her legs, stroking that hard nub between her thighs. His fingers were soon slick with her desire, and her breathing hitched as he pushed his fingers inside her, thrusting in and out as he sucked her nipple again. She was so wet. So ready.
“Come for me, Quinn.”
“Inside me. I want you inside me.”
Luke walked her back until her thighs hit the bed, then pushed her onto it. Grabbing the condom, he ripped open the foil and rolled it on.
He braced himself over her, pressed himself to her entrance. “Next time it’ll be slower.”
Her hand touched his jaw. He could lose himself in those brown eyes. Gone was the blank expression; now they were focused on him. She wanted this as much as him. Her hair was a mess, eyes hot with desire, cheeks pink. Her mouth was swollen from his kisses. She was a fucking fantasy.
Luke slid deep until he was sheathed inside her.
“Jesus, Quinn,” he whispered in her ear.
“So good.”
He pulled out and drove back inside her. Luke told himself to go slow, make it good for her, but with blood pumping in his ears and the embers of rage riding him, he couldn’t seem to stop thrusting into her again and again.
“More.” Her legs wrapped around his waist, and he went deeper. “Harder, Luke.”
He drove into her over and over, the sound of their breathing, slap of their bodies filling the small room.
“You better be close,” he gritted out.
“Y-Yessss.”
