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She moaned, drowning in pleasure when his fingers traced the underside of her small, firm breasts. He cupped and squeezed them, then rolled her hard nipples between his fingers, and she pulsed. Gasping for air, she arched in anticipation as he pulled up her borrowed shirt and lowered his head to her chest. His mouth closed over her breast, his tongue rolling over her nipple.
“More, Quinn,” she begged, burning, rocking against his hard cock. “I need to touch you. Please.”
He sat up obligingly and made haste removing both of their shirts.
Her jaw dropped. Sculpted torso, rippling abs, a dusting of hair over a chest that narrowed down and disappeared into his jeans. Jeans that did nothing to hide his straining erection.
The man was exquisite.
The desire to lick him, taste every delicious inch of him, washed over her.
For the first time in forever, she was safe to take what she wanted. So she didn’t hesitate. Trailing her lips and tongue over his chest, she smiled when he groaned out her name.
Mine. This man is mine.
* * *
Quinn wasn’t sure he could control himself much longer. He was seconds away from exploding. And he still had his damn jeans on. Fuck, this woman was phenomenal.
“Holy shit, Alex.” He pulled back and tried to catch his breath. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and, unable to resist, he leaned down to taste those kiss-swollen lips.
Their kiss alone had him teetering on the edge. He needed to taste more of this woman before he lost it. He wanted to watch—and feel—her come undone.
Gathering her in his arms, he lifted her off the couch. She weighed next to nothing as she enfolded her legs around his waist and ground against his straining cock. He groaned. He could feel the heat of her pussy through the layers of their clothes. He could smell her arousal, and his mouth watered.
Fuck.He needed her. Now.
Carrying her past the staircase, an image of him taking her on the stairs flickered in his mind. He paused.
No.
Bed first, dammit. Stairs later.
She was feasting on his neck, and his blood sizzled when she gently bit his shoulder. “Hurry, Quinn.”
Reaching his bedroom, his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head at another sensual bite. “You’re killing me, baby.”
He reclaimed her mouth as he laid her on his bed.
He wanted more. He wanted all of her. Mind. Body. Soul. Everything.
Untangling himself from her, he quickly removed the remainder of his clothes. Turning back to the bed, his mouth went dry. She’d also stripped and now sat naked on top of the blankets. Waiting for him.
The soft moonlight shining through the window fell over her, giving her an ethereal glow. His breath lodged in his chest. She was a fucking goddess.
She washisgoddess.
Memorizing every delicate curve of her body, every feature of her face, he kneeled before her on the bed, drawing her up to her knees.
Her eyes locked onto his. “I need you, Quinn. And I don’t want anything between us. I want you bare. I was tested, and I’m clean.” She reached out and so damn slowly slid her hands up his torso, her stomach pressing against his weeping cock. “If you’re okay with that—”
His control snapped.
His lips collided with hers and his hands wandered, touching as much of her as he could. She met his frenzied desire touch for touch, kiss for kiss. He leaned her head back to taste her neck, and his hands continued exploring her silky skin. His fingers trailed up her leg. She trembled when he traced circles on the soft skin of her inner thigh, and he smiled.
“Are you wet for me, baby?” he whispered, nipping at her earlobe.
“Please,” she moaned.
