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“Then trust me.”
She nodded, and I resisted the urge to yank her against my chest.
“I trust you,” she said, and the admission went straight to my heart.
“If you trust me, then can you tell me what you were crying about?” I hadn’t forgotten her slip, or how she admitted the tears weren’t about me, but if they weren’t about me, then who were they about?
How the hell was I supposed to sleep when I knew Quinn was right down the hall? She also made it perfectly clear that whatever transpired between us wasn’t to happen again. But how do I taste the sweetest, most delicious thing in the world and not go back for another?
Every time I closed my eyes, her face popped into my mind. I could feel her tightened nipple in my mouth, hear those moans slipping from her pretty, kiss-swollen lips. Frustration built in me as my dick hardened at the vivid memories.
With a defeated growl, I kicked my feet over the bed and headed to the kitchen. Maybe another glass of wine would help turn my brain off. I rounded the corner and paused. The fridge was open, the light illuminating Quinn’s hour-glass figure from behind. Her hand rested on the door, her body swaying as if she was debating what to do. She lifted on tiptoes, her calf muscles tightening and the t-shirt lifting to her bare upper thighs.
She took the boxers off. I swallowed, imagining her completely bare beneath. This was not helping my already desperate situation. My dick jumped, eager to break free. Maybe if Quinn didn’t write us off, I’d have grabbed her and planted her right back on the counter to continue where we left off. But she told me she trusted me, and that meant something to me.
“Hungry?” I asked, my voice much gruffer than I expected.
Quinn let out a squeak and spun around, slamming the fridge door in the process. “You scared me.” She slapped a hand to her chest and took a breath.
“I didn’t mean to.” I stepped into the kitchen. I wanted to run and take her in my arms. What the fuck was happening to me? I all but swore off women after Rebecca left me and Gio. Now it took all my energy to let my brain and not my dick do the thinking.
“I couldn’t sleep,” she said.
“Me either.”
“I keep thinking about how I could have died.”
“But you didn’t. You’re okay.”
“I know that, but…” She looked at the ceiling as if she was summoning strength from the heavens above. “I kept thinking if I did die, what regrets would I have, and I had a lot of them, but the one that was nagging at me the most…?”
Her eyes dropped to my bare chest. If I’d known she’d be awake, I would have put a shirt on.
“What’s that?” I asked when she didn’t finish.
Her teeth slid over her lip, eyes rose to mine, and that zinfandel blush spread across her cheeks. “We didn’t finish what we started.”
That was it. My dick officially took over all rational thought, making it impossible for me to even ask a coherent question.
She threw her hands up, as my own hands dug into my biceps, trying my hardest not to grab her and plant that sexy ass on my countertop.
“And I know I said it was for the best that we were interrupted. And it was. I mean, I’m Gio’s nanny. You’re my boss. If anyone found out… People would talk. I can’t even imagine what they would say or think.”
She continued ranting, but with the blood rushing through my ears, the desire building inside of me, I blocked it all out.
I grabbed the back of her neck. “Fuck everyone.”
She let out a surprise squeak, her body stiffening for a moment before completely melting into my lips. My hands landed on the curve of her hips and lifted her onto the counter. Her legs wrapped around me again, her foot pressing into my ass and urging me closer.
Earlier my dick hid behind my zipper, but in gym shorts there was nowhere to hide. Quinn moaned as she lifted toward me. My hands slipped beneath her shirt, finding nothing but soft, warm skin. Red hot desire raged inside of me, spreading at a relentless speed.
Quinn’s cold hands traced my chest, outlining the lines I spent too many hours carving out. But the way she touched and admired made every second worth it.
My fingers trailed over her thigh, and I forced myself to stop before slipping between. “Are you sure about this?” I asked, needing to hear her say it. Once she gave me permission, all bets were off. I wasn’t stopping until my name burst from her mouth and echoed off the cabinets.
She nodded.
“I need the words, Quinn.”
