I follow.
I promised Noah I’d look out for his sister, and I always keep my word.
Quinn maneuvers through the crowd easily, while I’m stopped by well-wishers and jersey chasers looking for a hookup. Any other time, I’d be down, but there’s only one woman I want riding my cock tonight.
Quinn.
By the time I catch up to her, she’s halfway down the upstairs hall.
I close the distance between us in a few quick strides. She must hear me approaching because she turns just as I reach for her, eyes going wide as I pin her against the wall, cupping her face and crushing my lips to hers. I coax her mouth open with my tongue, savoring the taste of chocolate and beer that linger on her lips. Her body melts against mine and she moans, but I swallow that down too.
I’m a greedy bastard and I’m not about to share. Not one look, one taste, one sound.
When it comes to Quinn, I want it all.
She draws back, smiling against my mouth. “What are you doing?”
“Inviting you back to my place.”
She bites her lower lip, the tender flesh as ripe as a strawberry. “Are you sure?”
White-hot need coils deep in my balls and I roll my hips, cock gliding over her belly. I need to be inside this woman right fucking now.
“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”
38
QUINN
The instant Coopcloses his bedroom door, I launch myself at him, hooking my fingers in the collar of his armor and using it to lower his mouth to mine. The kiss is hot and needy, fueled by seven days of unsated sexual desire and too many fantasies to count. Our lips crash together, a messy mating of tongues and bodies as he palms my ass, digging his fingers into the soft flesh and pulling me closer.
His erection is thick and hard against my belly and my panties grow damp at the prospect of pleasure.
God of Thunder, indeed.
He spins us around, slamming my back against the door. The impact radiates down my spine, culminating in a fiery ball of desire that pools between my thighs like molten lava. Then his mouth is on my body, lips cutting a path across my jaw and down my throat as he licks and sucks and—
Sweet baby Jesus.
His teeth clamp down on my throat—a teasing nip—and my pussy clenches, my hips grinding of their own accord as he shoves his thigh between my legs, delivering the delicious friction I so desperately crave.
And like a horny fourteen-year-old, I shamelessly grind against him, chasing my pleasure as his hands explore my body.
“This jumpsuit should be illegal,” he murmurs, toying with the zipper that hangs just above my breasts. “I haven’t been able to think of anything but peeling it off since I saw you standing in that kitchen, your sweet little ass on display.”
There’s nothing little about my ass, but my heart flutters nonetheless.
“In fact, I think you wore it just to tease me.” A wolfish grin transforms his face, and his eyes grow dark as they meet mine. “Were you trying to get my attention, Quinn?”
No.Yes. My breath hitches. “Did it work?”
I don’t mean to say the words, but they spill out of my mouth anyway.
He presses my hand to his cock, using it to stroke himself. “You have my undivided attention.”
“G-good.” It’s all I can manage with desire short-circuiting my brain.
He cups my chin, and when he speaks, his voice is low and gravelly, the words vibrating in my chest. “When you crave release, you come to me. No one else. I’ll give you what you need.”
