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As I lean up on my knees, my hair comes loose, sheltering us from the real world. Our lips move frantically, trying to kiss away the events that led us here, as we both want to feel anything but pain, and for now, this is the best distraction.
Before I leave him, however, I want to touch him…taste him in the flesh—just once.I quickly break the kiss, my teeth tugging at his lip ring and sucking it into my mouth with a soft pull. Planting soft kisses down his chin, his light stubble tickles my lips, and I can’t help myself as I bite down on his strong jaw.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his hands squeezing my waist firmly while his body shivers from my assault.
Knowing I can draw this response from him turns me on because God knows he does so for me. I may be a virgin, but I do know what desire and want is, and I know I want and desire Quinn.
I’ve seen Quinn lost to passion, and it’s a sight that has been burned into my brain for an eternity. Quinn engages in that how he does with everything else in his life—with dominance and complete control.
Kissing lazily down his chest, I trace the tattoo he has inked down his side as I latch onto his left nipple, sucking the piercing into my mouth with a deep, long drag.
Quinn curses, then exhales loudly, and his hands move down to my ass, squeezing feverishly.I want into his pants, but I’m scared since I’ve never touched him in the flesh before. And under the thin material of his sweatpants, I can feel his hard-on.
My hands slowly slide down his defined abs and are just about to slip under the waistband of his sweats when his fingers still mine.I look up to meet his wild green eyes.
“You’ve got plenty of time for that, Red,” he says, his hands slowly resting at the small of my back.“We should get some sleep.”
Chewing on my lip, I feel rejected and shyly shift off his body, embarrassed I have done something wrong. But his large hand grasps my hip and the other clutches the back of my neck, stilling me.
“I want you. Don’t think that I don’t.”
“Then why did you stop me?”
“Not now. Not like this,” he replies, his clever eyes watching me closely.
I understand his reasoning, but I begrudgingly slip off him, turning onto my side, feeling heated and unsatisfied.Quinn slides in behind me, slipping his hands around me and cradling me to his chest.
“Good night, Red,” he whispers, kissing my neck, his exhaustion apparent in his voice.
“Good night, Quinn,” I reply, closing my eyes as a silent tear slips down my cheek, afraid of what comes next.
I wake, checking the clock to see how much time has passed. Four hours of sleep is pretty good for me, seeing as I usually rouse from a nightmare, dripping in a cold sweat.
Buttonight,I haven’t dreamed, and I know it’s because I’m wrapped in Quinn’s arms.
I look upon his face, his chest rising and falling softly, his sinful lips parted. The slight exhalations he’s taking lull me back to sleep, but as I tenderly brush back wisps of dark hair off his brow, I chew the inside of my cheek to stop the tears because I know it’s time.
Slipping out of bed silently, I shrug into my jeans and tee, which lie on the carpeted floor near me.Reaching for my backpack and pulling out the money I withdrew, I place it all onto the kitchen table and then creep toward the front door. Grabbing Quinn’s black hoodie off the back of the sofa, I pause when I hear him stir.
As his light breathing starts up again, I let out a deep breath and continue. My boots are by the door, and I bend low, picking them up without a sound. With a muted mouthful of air, I give Quinn one last look, my heart breaking with the departure as I shut the door behind me.
I slip Quinn’s hoodie on, tucking in my hair, wanting to shroud as much of myself as possible.I walk away quickly, trying to make my exit as speedy and as quiet as possible. However, I’m glad no one can hear my beating heart because it would wake the whole damn neighborhood.
Wiping my sweaty palms onto my jeans, I’m so relieved when I see the truck. Lucky lies in the bed and sits up excitedly when he sees me.
“C’mon, boy,” I whisper as I open the gate for him, and he jumps down, ready to follow.
Gently opening the unlocked driver’s door, Lucky jumps in, settling on the passenger seat while looking at me unhappily.
“Don’t look at me like that.” I sigh, springing into the driver’s seat. “I have to.” And he drops down low with an unimpressed gruff.
I madly search through Quinn’s hoodie pockets for his truck keys, but they’re not there.
“Fuck,” I curse, hunting through them a second time, but still nothing.
Panic seizes my gut, and I flip down the visor, hoping he keeps a spare set here. But he doesn’t.Frantically rummaging through the console and glove compartment, I toss everything onto the floor, but it’s fruitless because I’m still keyless.
“Looking for these?” a deep voice asks by my window as I hear the distinctive sound of keys jingling lightly.
