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“I’m sure.” She grabbed my wrist, guiding me to her. “Touch me.”
The restraint that had been wavering from the minute she walked down those stairs earlier in my clothes snapped. My mouth crashed to hers, and I slipped my hand over her thighs, swiping my finger down her slick folds.
A moan rumbled from my chest as her moist heat coated my finger. “You’re so wet.”
“It’s been a long time.”
A sick satisfaction bubbled in my chest, knowing I was the first to touch her after her drought, but it turned to lead when I thought of another man touching her at all. A strange carnality rose inside me that whisperedmineas I looked into Quinn’s big brown eyes.
She lifted, arching toward my finger, telling me exactly what she wanted without any words. Wanting to please her, I slipped a digit into the warm tunnel. She inhaled, her hands slamming onto the counter as I moved in and out, mixing between fast and torturously slow.
With my other hand, I stripped my t-shirt away from her body. Even though I loved seeing her in my clothes, I preferred her with nothing on.
Her pink nipples, delicate and light like a schiava, beaded to a point, and I bent my head, taking the hard bud into my mouth. Quinn cried out, her fingers thrusting into my hair and tugging as I sucked, lapped, and nipped.
Every reason of why we shouldn’t be doing this had been left outside in the rain. She was curves and sweetness all rolled into a tight body that wrapped around me perfectly.
Quinn had the ability to make me forget everything, losing myself to the building desire and focusing solely on her. Every responsibility that weighed heavy on my shoulders didn’t exist in this moment. Only Quinn.
She arched again, taking me deep until my palm was flush against her heat. “I need more,” she said with a whimper. “I need you. All of you. Please.” Her plea undid me. Taking her on the counter had not been my intention, but her hands fumbled for my waistband, yanking off my shorts. My shorts pooled at my feet, and I kicked them across the kitchen.
Her soft grip slipped beneath my boxer briefs and took my cock, pumping and stroking. The world around me didn’t just slip away—it fucking turned to black.
Spirals of pleasure uncoiled. Tension that had been tightening my shoulders for months vanished and every cell in my body came to life.
“Please.” Quinn slid to the edge of the counter, a desperate determination in her eyes as our gazes met. Her lips, swollen from my kisses, parted before her teeth slid over that puffy bottom lip in the most seductive way.
I didn’t even think she was trying to be seductive, but she didn’t have to try. Not with me. Not when just glancing at her made my dick hard.
She was beyond beautiful. She was downright stunning—a goddess who floated into my life and saved me from losing my damn mind.
She deserved better than my kitchen counter.
I moved into her, slipping my hands beneath her ass and lifting her from the hard surface. Her legs and arms wrapped around me instantly.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“To do this right,” I managed around the growing desire clogging my throat and making it nearly impossible for any sound other than grunts and moans to come out.
My need for her might have been barbaric, but I was going to do this in a bed. Her lips found my neck, kissing and sucking at the tight skin, making the last bit of tension completely disappear. A vibration hummed through my body as I took the stairs and hurried to my room.
I placed her in the middle of my bed and drew back. She whimpered as I kneeled at the end of the mattress, watching her in the sliver of moonlight that peeked through the window. Red hair fanned around her like flames, igniting my desire to run my fingers through the silky strands.
Her hand shot up, reaching for me, and I sat back with a laugh. “Impatient?”
“Very.” Her ass wiggled and the rest of her body followed, turning into a slither of a dance that was both captivating and the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. I liked watching her squirm with desperation, knowing how my resistance was only making her wetter. I wanted to make her blind with pleasure. I wanted to hear my name pouring from her lips as I grabbed her hips and pounded into her.
I swallowed, a sad attempt to calm my own rising inferno. If I made her wait, I needed to be prepared to make every second worth it. I also needed to guarantee I would last longer than a few seconds.
It had been a long damn time since I had sex, and for the first time in my adult life, I was scared—scared I’d underperform and not give Quinn the night she deserved.
“Are you okay?” She moved toward me, reaching out and caressing my arm.
“You’re beautiful.” It was the only thought in my head at that moment. All I could see, all I could focus on, was her.
“Then why are you all the way over there?” Her hand trailed up my jaw, cupping my cheek, and turning me to meet her brown gaze. Her eyebrows pulled together. “You think this is a mistake?”
“Huh?”
