ChapterTen
Give upcontrol.
The idea would have sent her screaming before this week. But the thought of losing Quinn over being too rigid about how to have sex made herfeelill.
He rolled her onto her back and kissed her neck. “Just hold on to the headboard. I don’t ever want to tie you up against your will or anything like that. But I want you to give me this. I want you togive upthe control, just for a little bit. Because you can, with me. You know I’m never going to hurt you. You can command me to stop at any moment, and I will. I’ll drop to my knees and bow my headforyou.
“But it’s not inmynature not to be in charge from time to time. And if we’re going to do this, then we need to try out everything. Test everything. And rule out what doesn’t work…for both of us. Between us. But you don’t know that this doesn’t work forusuntil wetryit.”
“Okay.”
“And if it’snotyour—”
“I said okay.” She reached for the hem of her tank top, then paused. “Can Istrip?”
The look on his face was pure pleasure, like she’d given him a castle or a pony or whatever boys dreamed of when they were little. Maybe a giant slingshot or an endless mud puddle. That made it worth her while to quash the worry bugs in her gut. He grinned. “Yes,please.”
She wiggled out of her clothes, then stretched outnaked.
“Is this weird?” He caressed her collar bone, then her breasts, stroking his fingertips around the sensitive flesh in lazy, leisurely circles that raised a wake ofgoosebumps.
“Notweird.Nice.”
“Nice! The horror.” He rolled his eyes before leaning over to pull her nipple into his mouth. Wet, hot suction was betterthannice.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Moreofthat.”
“I should get you worked up and then make you wait to come,” he muttered. “I still haven’t gottenoverthat.”
“That was hot!” sheprotested.
He laughed against her skin. “It was. But that’s not what I want to do to you today.” He reared up and pulled off his t-shirt, then rolled it up. “I want toblindfoldyou.”
“Okay.” Her pulse raced, but only withexcitement.
His shirt was soft and smelled like him as he settled it over her eyes. Her eyelids fluttered in reflexive protest, but as soon as it was tied off behind her head, he cupped her cheek in his hand andkissedher.
And then nothing else mattered butQuinn.
She held on to the headboard as he sank into her mouth, an achingly loving kiss that seemed endless and all-encompassing. The blindfold disoriented her, because she couldn’t see him and guess what his next move would be, so each touch was another layer of pleasure that lingered after he moved on. When he squeezed her breasts, she felt it even as he stroked down her waist to grip her hips. When he grazed her nipples on the way back up to circle her neck with his fingers, the phantom tease kept them hard. And he always returned. Up and down her body he touched her, and she quickly stopped trying to guess where he wouldtouchnext.
The answer was surely everywhere, over and overagain.
By the time he touched her sex, she was wet and ready for him. He still made her come on his fingers before fitting them together and thrusting slowlyinsideher.
She cried out for him, and he kissed his name off her lips. She clung to him and he whispered promises that seemed too good to be true, but felt completely right nonetheless.
He loved her with his entire body, his entire being, until she shattered again. And even as she drifted on the post-orgasmic bliss, he was urging her to do itagain.
* * *
Three orgasms later,Quinn’s phone alarm sounded as they were climbing out of the shower. He swore under his breath. “I have to go. There’s a rehearsal dinnertonight.”
She tossed him a towel. “Come by onceit’sdone?”
He nodded, then stopped and gave her a slow, searching look. “Comewithme.”
“No.” She snatched a towel for herself and left thebathroom.
