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We climb into the back and while the privacy partition is up, I’m not going to maul her like some dick on prom night.
It’s a short trip. I can wait.
Or I think I can until George starts playing with my hand as we talk. She’s tracing the outline of my fingers with the tips of hers and I must be seriously hard up because the feel of her moving in and out of the spaces between has me getting harder than stone.
I could pull my hand away, except I can’t. It feels too good. Too sweet. Too fucking familiar even though I’ve never felt anything like it before.
“You okay, Quinn?” she asks, a knowing look in her eyes. That bit of edge making me laugh and look out the window so I don’t do something like pull her across my lap and start grinding with her a block before we get to my place. Not when we’ve got to walk past Bobby in the lobby.
“Not yet. But I will be soon.”
She laughs softly. “You get hurt in the game?” She presses closer, those spectacular tits teasing my side.
Don’t touch them.
“I couldkiss itand make it better.”
I let out a groan and scoot forward so I can adjust my junk. But what I don’t do is tell her to stop.
“Baby, you better brace yourself because I’ve just about used up the very last of my restraint.”
She lets out a strained breath and nods. “Me too.”
Chapter 18
George
Quinn’s hold is firm but gentle as he walks me in through the airy open lobby. He greets the guy at the security desk, Bobby, like a friend but doesn’t stop on our way toward the waiting elevator.
Anticipation thrums through me, my desire for this man confusing me with its intensity. I’ve been with him before. But mostly on my terms. Mostly keeping my feelings out of it—or trying to.
Mostly sure I could walk away without it costing me emotionally.
But this, now.
Quinn isn’t the guy I thought he was.
He’s the guy I hated myself for believing he might be seven years ago.
Maybe for the first time since that night, I’m not worried about holding something back. And if I don’t have to worry about staying in control, about giving him the chance to play me, then I can just be here with himcompletely.
The elevator doors glide closed and Quinn’s eyes lock with mine as the car starts up to his floor.
We’ve barely touched, nothing more than holding hands, but my skin is tight and sensitive. My breasts feel heavy. And between my legs…I’m aching for him.
His thumb brushes over my hand and my breath catches as chills shoot up my arm.
Neither of us is talking.
Neither of us can look away.
The elevator dings at his floor, making me jump. Quinn guides me out of the car and down the hall to his place.
He lets me in and then pulls the door closed behind us. The lock tumbles and his bag thuds against the floor. I turn and he catches me around the waist and back of the neck, bringing me in hard against his body. Our mouths collide in a ravenous kiss so sexy and intense, my insides twist with a need I can barely breathe through.
“Want you,” I whimper into his mouth, my hips shifting restlessly against him. Our hands are everywhere. I’ve got his shirt open and his fly undone.
My sweater comes off and my back hits the wall beside the door as Quinn palms my breasts, firming his hold and then brushing a thumb across the sheer satin covering my nipples. Need grips my center hard enough to make me gasp.
