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I can’t stand to hear him in such pain, so I quickly pull over at a rest stop off the highway and am by Quinn’s side in seconds.
“Quinn,” I whisper while he mumbles incoherent words under his breath.
But he doesn’t rouse.
“Quinn,” I say a little louder, shaking him lightly on the arm.
Nothing.
“Quinn! Wake up! You’re dreaming,” I shout while shoving himharder.
I hate to be so rough, but if I were dreaming as he is now, then I would want someone to wake me.I know this from experience, as I often wished someone would wake me from the horror of my dreams.
Luckily, it works, and Quinn jumps up, startled, eyes wide, trying to place where he is and if the dream was real.
I know that feeling all too well.
“Red?” he croaks, still half asleep, his eyes landing on me.
“Yes, it’s me. I just woke you up, you were dreaming,” I say softly, brushing his hair off his damp brow.
“I was?”
“Yes. Can you remember what you were dreaming about?”
By the way his cheeks turn a ghastly white, I know he does, but I won’t push.He meets my worried eyes and slowly nods.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I softly invite, my hand resting on his stubbled cheek.
Quinn shakes his head slowly, and I let it go.
“Okay, but if you ever change your mind, I’m here. Nothing you ever tell me will change anything between us.”
“I know. Thank you,” and he leans forward, kissing me softly.
It’s meant to be an innocent kiss, but we both seem to need the intimacy.
The moment our lips touch, I crawl onto his lap, wanting to close any physical space between us.Quinn moans in the back of his throat as I run my tongue over his lower lip, sucking his piercing into my eager, hungry mouth.
I claw at his shirt, desperate to get underneath to feel his warm, bare skin. And when I do, we both groan at the contact. Whether it’s our dire circumstances, or the fact I always want Quinn, I’m so turned on that I’m whimpering in need.
As I begin rubbing up on Quinn’s lap, my jeans don’t provide much of a buffer, and I can feel him deliciously hard under me. I can’t help but remember how he felt in mouth, against my tongue, and the way he tasted.
And I want it again.
Quinn pulls his lips away, and thumbs my pouty bottom lip.
“You fucking drive me crazy.” He unsnaps my button and slips a hand inside my jeans.
I moan the moment he bypasses my underwear and goes straight in for the kill, sinking a finger inside me.In this small space with nowhere to go, I lean backward, my hips arching into his touch.
I cry out his name, my knees quivering on either side of his thighs as I’m half straddling, half sitting on him. But he makes it work by wrapping an arm around my waist to steady me, and his other hand stretches me further by adding another finger. I use the dash as extra leverage to pump my hips into his torturous fingers.
Tasting my approaching climax as I push harder into his fingers, my hips drive forward forcefully. Quinn is relentless, never breaking his punishing rhythm.
As I gaze into his beautiful green eyes, watching him nibble on his hoop, the arousal evident on his flushed cheeks, I don’t stand a chance and detonate around his fingers. My scream tears from my throat, which Quinn catches between his lips as he smashes his mouth to mine, kissing me fiercely.
Moaning against his mouth, I feel the convulsions rock my body long after I have exploded. Our eyes never lose connection, and watching him watch me come apart was why I set off so quickly.
