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“Quinn Jennings—” she lifted one leg and pushed her toes none too gently against his stomach “—you get down here right now and do me, damn it.”
His gaze traveled from her foot to her knee to her thigh, and then to a very specific spot between her legs. “All right,” he said simply. And then he was on top of her, kissing her, sliding one hand between their bodies to be sure she was ready. Completely unnecessary, of course. She was more ready than she’d ever been.
His kisses got rougher, as rough as his fingers plunging into her, and she arched up to him, trying to hint, trying to urge him on. When his fingers left her, she whimpered in anticipation, nearly frantic by the time he guided his wide, blunt head to her opening.
Every neuron in her brain focused on that glorious pressure, the stretching of her sex. She couldn’t be distracted with kissing anymore, so she turned her face aside and struggled to breathe as Quinn filled her up.
And fill her up he did. She thought he must be as deep as he could go when he drew back and thrust even deeper. Lori gasped as his hips pressed snug to hers.
“Lori,” he whispered. “Fuck.”
“Oh, God.” Her breathing was too loud and too fast, and she felt so…different. Overwhelmed. Full of Quinn and pleasure. “God, you’re so big,” she gasped. “So big and good.”
His laugh was more of bark really, crowded with tension. “Men pay women to say things like that.”
“Hell, I’ll payyou.A lot.” Her voice cracked on the last word, because he was drawing back, pulling out, and when he thrust into her it was just as rough as his fingers had been.
He’d been right about one thing: this was no gentle sympathy screw. He fucked her hard with long, steady strokes, each one seeming to sink deeper than the last. Lori clutched at his shoulders, pulling him closer, luxuriating in the feel of his muscles rolling beneath her hands.
Her mouth formed the wordYes,over and over again, a whisper or a shout, she wasn’t sure.
“God, you’re tight.”
“Yes,” she answered.
“Christ.”
“Yes.”
Quinn thrust harder. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes!”
His body shifted up, slipping free of her hands. He reached for one wrist and pressed it to the bed, then the other, and she was trapped against the mattress.
Jaw trembling with shock, Lori opened her eyes to find Quinn staring down at her. His hips pumped faster, harder. “Thisis what you wanted,” he growled, not a question this time.
And it was what she wanted. Oh, it was. His strong arms held her down while he used her with no love or tenderness, just lust. Lust that made him so rough that his hips slapped against her with every thrust.
Lori curled her hands to fists and pulled her knees higher. Everything was tightening around her, winding up like a coil. She didn’t want this to end, she wanted to hover here forever.
Minutes passed, or seconds, or no time at all. Quinn’s hold on her arms grew tighter. A rasp took hold of his breath.
“Not yet,” Lori muttered. “Not yet. More.”
“I…”
“More. Please, just a little more.”
A drop of sweat rolled down his hairline. “Okay. Yeah. Sure.” He clenched his teeth together. “More. No problem.”
“Oh, God, thank you.” She pressed her heels to his thighs to pull him tighter.
He obliged, but his arms began to shake.
“Yes. Don’t stop. Don’t.”
“Damn it, Lori, you’re killing me here.”
