Damn, she smells good.
Like pumpkin and vanilla. Is that even a thing? If not, it should be.
Anticipation sizzles down my spine, and my cock thickens.
I want this. I want her.
Just for tonight.
“Cooper.” She plants her hands on my chest and pulls back, just enough to meet my eyes. “I want it all. I want you.”
I crush my lips to hers and this time there’s nothing tender about the way I claim her mouth. This kiss is demanding, fueled by desire and pure unbridled lust. My tongue glides along the seam of her mouth and when she opens for me, deepening the connection, a groan of pleasure is my only response.
It’s hands down the hottest kiss of my life, and still, it’s not enough.
Her fingers skim feather light over the hard muscles of my abdomen, stopping only when the hem of my shirt is firmly in her grasp. She tugs on the soft material and pulls it over my head before tossing the shirt on the floor. The instant it’s gone, her lips are pressed to mine, hungry for more.
It’s a silent request I’m happy to oblige.
I allow myself to explore the luscious curves of her body, cupping her small breasts and brushing the hardened nipples with my thumbs.
Quinn arches into my touch, a needy whimper escaping her parted lips.
“No bra,” I purr, lifting a brow. “Did you leave your panties at home, too?”
“Only one way to find out.” She rolls her hips in a slow, torturous motion that has my cock straining against the zipper on my jeans.
Does this woman have any idea how sexy she is?
I’d like nothing more than to bury myself inside of her, but tonight isn’t about what I want.
It’s about Quinn and what she needs.
I lower my hands to her thighs, my calloused palms gliding north as I push the hem of her dress up, confirming she’s bare underneath.
A slow smile spreads over my face and I drop to my knees, something dark and ravenous taking hold at the sight of this gorgeous woman standing before me, her most intimate parts on display.
I lean forward and press a kiss to her stomach, the smooth creamy skin soft against my lips. Then I make my way south, leaving a trail of kisses in my wake.
Quinn shivers and her thighs clamp together.
“I— You don’t have to—” she stutters, unable to finish the thought as I blow a hot breath against her pussy.
She bites her lip, but it’s too late to stop the quiet whimper that escapes.
“I want to.” I nudge her thighs apart. “Relax, Quinn. I’ve got you.”
I palm her ass and pull her closer. Before she can utter another protest, my tongue is on her. I lick her with one long, lazy stroke right up the center.
The sound that erupts from her lips is music to my goddamn ears.
I did that.
I’m the one wrenching those needy little noises from Quinn and it feels so damn good.
I give another slow lick before circling her clit with my tongue and sucking hard.
Judging by her gasp of pleasure, she likes it.
