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She’s got a dining table covered in paperwork. Her kitchen and living room are connected, leaving little space between them. Her home is terribly small. It’s not filthy, not like she implied beforehand. Just a rumpled blanket on the couch and a few small pillows knocked to the floor. I only spot two doors. One is open and clearly a closet. The other I’m assuming is a bathroom.
“You don’t have a bedroom?” I ask slowly.
“This is a studio,” she explains as she kicks off her shoes and abandons her umbrella. While I do the same with my boots, she steps further inside. “It is terribly small, isn’t it?”
“You’d love my cabin,” I offer up automatically. “Have lots of space that’s untouched. There’s also a bed to sleep on.”
She hums as she plops down on her couch and apparent bed. “You should invite me over sometime.”
Joining her, I take up more than a cushion with my size. She doesn’t complain when her leg bumps mine. If anything, I think she’s doing it on purpose. When I reach out and brush my fingers against her knee, I’m relieved to discover that she’s no longer freezing.
“Quinn.” She says my name so softly that it feels like a punch to the gut. Pursing her lips together, she looks like she wants to get something off her chest. When she twists my way, I don’t know what to expect. “Can I move closer?”
How much closer can the woman get when she’s already pressed up at my side? Swallowing thickly, I nod. I don’t have to wait long to find out what she’s planning, not when she uses one hand to support her weight on the arm of the couch and the other hand on my shoulder to steady herself. Next thing I know, she’s relaxed on my lap and in the most dangerous spot possible. Especially now that she’s straddling me and will definitely be feeling something poking her soon.
“Much better,” she sighs out before shifting her hands. Maybe she doesn’t realize the damage she’s doing by grazing her fingertips against my chest, but I’m clinging onto the patterns she’s drawing nonchalantly.
The blush on her cheeks looks intoxicating, so much so that I wouldn’t mind brushing my mouth against them. As much as I want to place the feathered kisses, I take one look at her lips and suddenly want to kiss her lips more than her flushed cheeks.
“Something tells me you didn’t invite me inside to look at your apartment,” I try to joke but it doesn’t land, not when she’s too busy leaning down to laugh at my words. Her mouth is on mine and it leaves me feeling the same way as it did the first time she kissed me without wasting any time.
Melanie knows what she wants when she parts her lips, letting me taste her thoroughly. Her roaming fingers are now clutching my shirt. I’m not going anywhere if she’s got anything to do with it. Lucky for her, the couch is perfectly comfortable.
“I’m making you mine,” she explains against my lips, “before you can think about changing your mind. I don’t want to keep doubting this. I know what I want.” Nipping at my mouth, a relieved sigh escapes when my hands shift to her hips.
Changing my mind is impossible. This woman’s been plaguing my thoughts since the first time I saw her standing by her lonesome. No way in hell am I going to let her go after this. Might have to propose here soon as well.
I’ll get her out of this tiny apartment and move her up to my cabin. Then she can look at whatever plants she wants and enjoy the mountain air whenever she steps outside. I’ll take her to work and bring her home so she’ll never have to walk around town again.
Pulling away, her nose scrunches. “What are you thinking about?”
“I’m making plans for us in the future.” Telling her the truth, I receive a grin in response. I can fall in love with her all over again if she keeps that up.
Instead of enjoying her happiness, I aim to coax new reactions out of her. When I graze my teeth across her throat, she sucks in a breath and wiggles against my hip. The movement is delicious and intoxicating. My cock is already hardening, trapped beneath her weight.
“I better be in all of them,” she muses before lifting her arms when I pull at her shirt. It’s gone in a moment, replaced by pale skin. My hands must feel so rough against her delicate skin. I can’t stop touching and exploring. Mapping out her skin so I know every dip and curve, I feel goosebumps beneath my fingertips. When she isn’t squirming underneath my touch, she’s leaning into it.
“It wouldn’t be our future if you weren’t in it.” Chuckling against her shoulder, I place a chaste kiss. “I want you, Melanie.”
Letting out a soft gasp, she stirs. “I love how you say my name,” she confesses shyly.
Then I swear I’ll say it over and over again until I lose the ability to speak. That, or she gets fed up with me. I’d rather never speak again than let that happen.
A giggle escapes her lips when I shift us over the length of the couch and let her fall down against the cushions. She looks up with such bright eyes and continues to try and grasp for me.
I just can’t get enough of this woman.
Melanie
Is this really happening to me right now? When I left the lab today, I did not think I’d end my night with Quinn tugging at my pants like he’s got some kind of vendetta against the poor fabric. His fingers are moving in such a rush that it’s no wonder why he’s struggling.
I don’t let him suffer, not for long. Wiggling my hips, I help him tug them away. Once I’m left in nothing but my undergarments, I’m left wishing I would’ve worn a better pair. Something sexier and eye-catching. Quinn doesn’t look like he can tell the difference, not when he’s looking down at me with such a hunger hiding behind his gaze.
He presses his mouth against my stomach and that’s all it takes to ignite the flame. No matter which direction he plans on trailing those kisses of his, I want it. When he brushes his mouth lower, my sex clenches. Alright, maybe I have a preferable direction.
Stirring beneath his body, Quinn uses those burly hands of his to pin my hips to the cushion. I’m not going anywhere, not if he has anything to do with it. The lower he goes, the more I start to worry if I should’ve tried to clean up beforehand.
“This is okay?” I ask, finding my words through my foggy thoughts.
