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I finally gave in to the urge to nudge my hips upward slightly. I knew there had to be friction. When she let out a startled gasp, it was all I could do not to nudge again.
“I don’t know,” she rasped, sounding a little breathless. “What do you think?”
“I think I want to make you come, sweetheart.”
“Tonight?” she squeaked.
Teasing Quinn like this waswaytoo fun. “Yes. Tonight.”
“I said no sex,” she whispered fiercely.
“I know what you said.”
She bit the inside of her cheek as she studied me. “I don’t think it’s that easy.”
“I didn’t say it would be easy. I said I wanted to make you come. At least let me try.”
ChapterEleven
QUINN
Kenan held my gaze. Although I knew he enjoyed teasing me, I also sensed he was as shocked as I was at the depth of our response to each other. This chemistry that had shimmered to life between us seemed to have its own life force.
I highly doubted Kenan, or any man for that matter, could make me come, with or without sex. Relaxing wasn’t easy for me. Tangled up in my insecurities about men, I found that my few sexual encounters had left me deeply unsatisfied.
I knew it was stupid. I knew it was reckless. Idefinitelyknew it was foolish. Yet despite all the warnings my brain blared, I couldn’t resist. I also didn’t want to stop.
I scrambled together a sense of composure to rise to what I knew I needed to do. To not put anything into it. To know that it was just fooling around. I thought I was missing the quality where I wanted to find love and where I wanted someone to fall in love with me.
I remembered being nerdy and awkward in high school and hating that, but also watching girls and boys flip out over whoever they had a crush on and just not experiencing the same thing. College and law school came along, and I had other priorities. I dated and found sex to be boring. I still kept thinking if I met the right person, that spark would light inside me, but it hadn’t happened yet. Of course, it was deeply unsettling and confusing that my friend, with whom I’d never felt anything like this before, elicited the most powerful reaction I’d ever experienced.
For a while, I wondered if maybe women were my thing. But there’d been no spark there either. The passing attraction or chemistry, whatever you want to call it, that I’d experienced on occasion had been enough to make me curious and feel so disappointed. Sex was just a total letdown. My vibrator was way more satisfying and didn’t come with any complications.
As my mind spun through these thoughts, Kenan teased his thumb lightly along the side of my breast. My nipples tightened, and I took a shallow breath. My pulse couldn’t slow down. It thrummed along in a wild, reckless beat.
“Well?” he prompted.
“Okay,” I whispered.
He held my gaze, his eyes darkening as we looked at each other. It almost felt like a fire burning between us, with sparks leaping into the air. Every look, every subtle touch, every sensation was a little rush of air feeding the fire to burn hotter and hotter.
His hand slid to lightly cup my breast, and I almost whimpered. His touch was subtle, his thumb just brushing across the taut, aching peak.
“Is this okay?” he whispered huskily.
I nodded, not even trusting myself to speak. Hell, if I were honest with myself, I couldn’t talk. It was a good thing I was sitting on his lap. My body felt like liquid. I was well beyond weak-kneed and desperate for him.
On the heels of another breath, his lips met mine, and our kiss went wild again. Of course, Kenan justhadto be an amazing kisser. I felt like everything he did stoked my need higher and higher. With our tongues tangling together and his hips nudging lightly into mine, I once again rocked desperately over him, feeling these little sharp pangs of pleasure at my core. I thought it would be impossible for him to make me come, yet in the back of my mind, the only part that could barely think was stunned. Because I wassooooclose to my release.
We were fully clothed. Nothing had been bared, yet I wanted to rip everything off and plaster myself to him. At some point, we broke apart, both frantic for air. I felt a sliver of relief at seeing the wild, stunned look in Kenan’s eyes.
I wore my comfortable home clothes. The waistband of my cotton pants was resting low on my hips. I felt his hand slide under the hem of my tank top. My skin felt prickly. Everything fed into my frantic desire for him.
“I just need to touch you,” he whispered before his lips landed on the side of my neck.
I arched into him like a cat purring, letting out a needy little whimper. “Please,” I said.
I didn’t even recognize myself. No man had ever even made me contemplate begging. It seemed ridiculous. Yet here I was, begging Kenan to touch me.
