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It’s so good.
“Quinn,” I gasp, and then mentally give myself a shake for not calling himbabyorstudoryou there. Some generic label meant to remind me this could beanyone. That it’s not Quinn turning me on and driving me insane, it’s the mechanics. That’s all.
I want that to be all.
But my hands are roaming hungrily over the chest and shoulders I spend too much time studying. Up his neck and into the hair that feels as thick and soft as I remember. So good between my fingers, as his mouth moves to my ear. His breath a hot tease against the whorl. Familiar.
“You feel so fucking good, Georgie. Even better than I imagined… Christ, I’ve dreamed of this.”
And that gruff praise and ragged admission is what does it. I’m clamping down on his fingers, spasming around his touch, coming harder than I ever have before.
“That’s right, baby, come for me.”
Wave after wave of pleasure pound through my center, and only after the last tremor passes does Quinn ease out. I should tell him thanks for the good time and go, but already I hate the loss of his touch, miss the sensation of him within me.
Ripping open the packet, he rolls the condom on and lines up beneath me. “Need to get inside you.”
Yes.
He’s thick at my opening, wider than his fingers, for sure. And the pressure as I hover above him and our eyes meet has the breath stalled in my chest.
“Georgie, slow, baby… nothing ever felt so right…”Echoes of that first night play at the fringes of my mind. But this time is different. This time I understand where the lines are drawn, because I drew them.
So why am I suddenly terrified?
“Hey,” he says gently, easing back to his elbows. “You’re in charge. Anything you want. Nothing you don’t.” His eyes are hot, burning with need, but he doesn’t move at all. “If you want to use me, use me. If you’ve changed your mind—”
“I haven’t.” The words rush past my lips before I can even process them. But it’s true. I want this.
And then I’m lowering myself that first inch. The decadent stretch is so intense, so overwhelming—oh my God, sogood—my eyes connect with his, locking us in place.
“Fucking beautiful, Georgie.” His hands fist in the comforter beneath us, the muscles in his abs and arms and neck standing out in stark relief as he holds himself back from taking charge.
I can’t look away as I sink over him. I can’t keep my hands from pushing over his pecs or my soft cries contained when the slick friction of his body filling mine has me nearly ready to come again.
“Slow, baby,” he grits out. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
I want to tell him that he can’t hurt me. That those days are over. But even I know that’s not true.
This, what we’re doing right now, this choice is already hurting me. Because it’s too good. It feels too right. Too perfect. And not just the way his body fits with mine. But the way he’s looking at me. The way he sounds.
It feels like it did that first night, and that first night was a lie.
But even with all of that swirling through my thoughts, I don’t want it to stop.
And when I’m seated completely, having taken him as far as my body will allow, he cups the side of my jaw, stroking my cheek with the rough pad of his thumb.
“Okay?”
I nod, hating the vulnerability I feel from that touch alone.
His hips press up, making me gasp as he pushes himself even deeper inside me.
Yes.
“Then ride me, baby. Use me so good.”
And I do.
