ChapterEight
“No breath play, no fire…”Leah repeated two of the three hard limits Quinn had told her when he’d first seen her on thebeach.
He peeled off his tank top and tossed it onto the chair in the corner of her room. “That’s pretty muchit,yeah.”
“And the anal play?” She got such a rush out of being bold. It was heady andintense.
And Quinn played right along. “Itolerateit.”
“If that’s all, then nobody’s nailed your prostateproperly.”
A little lift of his shoulders made his entire torso flex. She could explore his tattoos for days—and would, probably. But first she wanted to makehimwait.
“That’s all you’ve got?” She clucked her tongue and reached under her dress, deftly untying her bikini bottoms and top. Quinn’s eyes got wide as the bottoms hit the floor, then his throat worked thirstily as she snaked the top out the neck hole of her dress. “Not good enough, Parry. I need to know if I can gothere.”
“You keep stripping and you can go anywhere youwant,baby.”
She rolled her eyes at his drawled promise. Instead of answering, she flicked her hand dismissively at his shorts. She wasn’t getting all the way naked yet, but he should. “Thosecango.”
Quinn in a single word would beeager. He liked to wearsteadyandcalmanddirtyas masks, but under them all, he was raring to go, and she loved it. Not that she was going to show him that. Nope. She was going to use his eagerness against him, because she was mean like that—and he’dlikeit.
She’d imagined this a dozen different ways, but now that he was standing naked in front of her, she didn’t want him on his knees or tied to her bed. She didn’t want to restrain him or his movements in any way. She just wanted him to make her one littlepromise.
Crooking her finger, she summoned the beautiful giant to stand right in front of her. She was dressed, he was not, and when she slid her palm over his already fully-engorged cock, heshuddered.
“No coming until I tell youto,okay?”
“You think that highly of mycontrol?”
She squeezed a little harder. “I think that highlyofyou.”
“Then I’ll wait all day if you wantmeto.”
The right answer. It made her heart swell. Quinn was perfect in every way. So he wasn’t a bottom. She’d still get to play and test his limits today. But he was giving and agreeable in all the ways that she liked. For all that she was soft to his hard, small to his big, he was still the one who bent to her will—and got turned ondoingit.
She swallowed hard as she fought to keep herself standing. She wanted to drop to her knees and suck him deep into her throat. Taste his arousal on the back of her tongue as he tried in desperation not to spill tooquickly.
Tomorrow they could do that. Tomorrow could be the day of quickies and random blow jobs. Today was…well, she didn’t know what it was exactly. But it wasn’t going to bequick.
She leaned in and kissed his chest, where dark ink got darker. Like India ink painted over charcoal. “Did you cover up atattoohere?”
“Yep. That was a girl’s name. We broke up before it healed. I waseighteen.”
“Ouch.” Now it was a dark rose. She swirled her tongue around the edges. “Were you broken-hearted?”
“More annoyed that my attempt to piss off my parents had gone so spectacularly sideways.” He lifted his hands, and she let him graze her with his fingertips—oh, so good, that little brush of sensation—before she shookherhead.
“Arms at your side. Let me explore yourbeautifulbody.”
“You have a beautiful body. I have a workhorse that’s getting long in thetooth.”
“No way. You’ve gotta be youngerthanme.”
“I’mthirty-four.”
She smiled. Not younger than her. “You don’tlookit.”
“And you are?” he teased gruffly as she stroked her hands around his hips to squeezehisbutt.
