The hand that had been on her hips moved to her back, between her shoulder blades, and gently leaned her forward. She made a motion to turn around and face, to repeat what they had done yesterday.
“Stay,” his ragged voice demanded.
“But how–”
“Don’t worry. It can be done.”
She could feel his tip edging closer to her entrance. Her body ready to accept, ready to draw him in.
And then he was inside of her. Filling her. She could feel her insides wrapping around him, clenching him.
“Uhh…Quinn,” the moan should have been a shout for all the sensations cresting within her.
One hand massaging her breast, the other gently rubbing her nub, she could feel the quaking. The bed. The earth. Her insides. Her heart.
He took full control, pushing inside of her. Bodies slapping together. He had swelled to fill her and her body was taking a drink of him.
His mouth found her shoulder and clamped down. Sucking, licking, marking. She was his. Somehow she knew exactly what he was doing, and she desperately wanted to do the same. Reaching back, she dug her fingers into his thigh and lightly pressed her nails into his skin.
He grew impossibly harder, she could feel him lengthen, going deeper inside of her, reaching her body, mind, and soul. This man. This vexing, boring-not-boring-at-all man, who was not a duke, but God her heart was willing to look beyond that once significant fact. It was meager now. It was all meaningless unless she knew him and he knew her, fully.
Quinn’s mouth left her shoulder, paused at her neck and licked its way up to her ear.
“Come for me. Come with me inside you, my love.”
The moan ripped through her, starting at her pulsating center, snug around his essence, and flew out of her mouth. “Uhhhh…Quinn!”
His body was quivering and his voice was faint, but she heard him say, “I’m yours.”
As he pulled out, he pulled her closer. She felt his warm moisture on the small of her back, his arms encased her across her breasts and her waist.
She had never in her entire life thought it possible to be this close to another person. Never dreamed it was possible for her to experience this much intimacy.
Quinn’s arms grew heavy and his breathing heavier. He was about to fall back to sleep. Perhaps surprisingly, she wanted him asleep. Her heart was flooded with emotions, as if a tidal wave had swept over her. She had managed to swim to the surface, but the downpour of rain was not making it easy to stay afloat. Her vision was clouded, and she wasn’t sure which direction to swim. This water was surrounding her, bucketing down on her. Emotions. Things she routinely left for other people and other times. But here again they were manifesting, making themselves real. Known. Palpable. The incontrovertible truth they represented was one she wasn’t quite ready for.
It was the perfect chance, and even more perfect excuse, to get back to her mission.
She inched toward the side of the bed, but his arms tightened their hold.
“Where you going?” he mumbled.
“Nowhere. Go back to sleep.”
Sluggishly, he released her and reached for the coverlet. He wiped the small of her back, with what she could only assume were closed eyes. The sluggardly movements labored and stopped altogether. A long breath puffed into the air. He was asleep. Yes, now was her chance.
***
QUINN COULDN’T REMEMBER THE last time he had lain in bed with a woman and just held her. He had been holding Kat as if he were never going to let her go. When he had woken up with her bottom right there, basically inviting him, and then her hand grabbed his and actually invited him, he couldn’t stop himself. And he knew she didn’t want him to stop.
The moans. The arching. How soaked she was down there when his thumb touched her cunny. He was hopeless. Or helpless. Or both.
Driving into her had been one of the most singularly shattering moments of his life. He never wanted it to end, except that with all his soul he wanted her to find her finish.
God, she was amazing. More than he had ever hoped for, certainly more than he had ever credited to her. Though, now that he thought about it, her lips never lied.
Quinn stretched his arms. He must have fallen back to sleep after they came together. His hands darted out of the vortex into the cold mattress.
Cold mattress? No barrier to his left? No body still in bed with him? He patted around. Upon feeling only sheets damp from sweat, his eyes flung open. Had she left?
