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So I kissed him.
CHAPTER 16
CALLUM
When Quinn kissed me, it was like a match flaring in a dark room. It lit me up, showed me nooks and crannies I’d forgotten existed. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed against me, and the single flare became a bright, burning torch. She was wearing her usual jeans and t-shirt, and I could feel the long length of her slender legs against mine, the gentle dip of her waist, the flare of her breasts pressed against my chest. She wasn’t holding anything back, and she wasn’t going to let me hold anything back either.
That was fine with me. I was fresh out of resolve. I tangled my hands in her hair and kissed her the way I’d been imagining kissing her for two long weeks. I pushed my tongue demandingly against hers and walked her back until we hit the side of the bookcase. I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted to touch her everywhere. Taste her.
“Tell me what you want, Quinn.” I moved my lips down to the long, slim column of her throat.
She leaned her head back, her breath coming in gasps as she gripped my shoulders. “I want you, Callum. I want to see you without these fancy clothes,” she pinched the fabric of my shirt. “I want you to stop being so damn nice and rip mine off, too.”
That was fine with me. I wasn’t feeling particularly nice right now. I couldn’t help but notice she didn’t say a damn word about the future. Everything with Quinn was about the here and now. And hell, if I was only getting one night with her, I was going to make the most of it.
She moaned in surprise when I gripped her ass, squeezing her through the thin, worn denim of her skintight jeans. When I started to pull away to work on the snap, she dragged her hand down between us and trapped mine there. Our eyes met, heavy lidded and languid, as she rubbed herself against my fingers. Her pupils dilated, her hair wild around her blazing eyes and pale face, she’d never looked more beautiful. I wanted to drag her down to the hardwood floor right there and drive myself into her right then. But I forced myself to slow down.
Quinn let go of my hand and reached for my cock, feeling it hard as iron in my pants.
“Fuck,” I muttered, fumbling with the button of her jeans before it snapped free. I dropped down to my knees in front of her, afraid that if she kept her hand on my cock for another second this would all be over too soon. I peeled her dark jeans down over her pale thighs, down her slim calves. She bent over, holding onto my shoulders as she pulled them off her ankles. I looked up at her, the ends of her hair falling around us like a curtain of fire. Her gray eyes were unfocused, her lips parted as if she was feeling the same sense of dazed unreality that I was.
“Take off your shirt.” I ordered. I couldn’t wait another second to see what I’d been imagining since she showed back up, beautiful and wild and defiant.
Quinn’s lips curved at the impatience in my voice. “Take off yours first,” she taunted.
I ripped through the buttons impatiently and shrugged it off. She pulled hers up slowly, languidly, disappearing inside it for too long before it was over her head and dangling from one finger. She was standing in front of me, her hips framed between my palms, in just a lace black bra and matching panties. I had an impression of ice and fire, all contained within the body of one incredible woman.
A woman I had to have. She had opened her mouth to speak, but I rolled the brief black scrap of fabric down over her hips until it dropped to her ankles. Before she could step out of it, I parted her legs and leaned in.
“Callum,” Quinn gasped, all traces of taunting gone from her voice as I flicked my tongue into her slippery velvet box. Her eyes had gone hazy with lust, and she was staring down at me, but I didn’t know if she could see me. When I found the sensitive nub of her clit and grazed my teeth over it, she bit down on her full lower lip hard and her head fell back against the bookcase.
“What do you want, Quinn?” I asked again.
“I want you inside me.”
I pushed her knees further apart and slid two fingers in. “I am inside you.”
“Deeper.”
I slipped a third finger in and began pumping, working her with my tongue and my fingers. The velvet walls of her pussy throbbed around them. She was tight, but ready. I could pull her down now, be inside her within the minute.
But before my animal instincts could overrule my desire to make this last, to take my time, to keep her underneath me all night, Quinn’s body tightened up. I looked up at her and saw ecstasy written all over her face as I pushed her closer and closer to an orgasm. I saw when she went over, the way her eyes clenched tight, her mouth dropped open, the color flooded her cheeks, and then I heard the long, exquisite gasp.
When she opened her eyes, she looked at me like she’d never seen me before.
“Callum Evans,” she whispered. “I didn’t know lawyers could dothat.”
“Only the good ones.”
She was all loose and effervescent, almost boneless as she leaned back against the bookcase, her head tilted to the side, her smile sexy and satisfied. I wanted to see her come again more than I’d wanted anything in a long time.
I got to my feet, about to suggest we go upstairs, but instead, she put both hands on my chest and began pushing me backward. I felt the back of my legs hit the couch. Before I could grab her around the waist and pull her down on it, she slipped down to her knees. “Your turn,” she said, looking up at me as she undid my belt and made short work of my fly. Once she’d pulled my pants and boxers down, her slim fingers with their blunt-tipped nails skimmed over my thighs and then, very gently, encircled my cock.
“Quinn” I groaned, leaning back into the couch and gripping the arm tightly. I was doing everything I could to keep from shoving my hips forward as she gently slid her lips over the tip. Her tongue swirled gently around my shaft, her hands on either side of my hips, her red hair burning as bright as the fire in the fireplace against her pale shoulders and back. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the warmth of her mouth, the insane pleasure that was zinging through my entire body, sparking me to life in places I hadn’t realized had gone dead.
I lost all sense of myself. I’d have come right then and ruined my plans to fuck her all night, but Quinn was as present and in charge as ever. She pulled off the end of my cock slowly and smiled when I blinked at her, half drugged. “I don’t want it to be over,” she whispered, leaning her head on my thigh.
“Me either.”
