“So fucking sexy.” I push her back onto the bed. A slow flush fills her cheeks as I drop to my knees before her. “Sweet too, if I remember correctly.”
There’s nothing I’d like more than to bury myself between her thighs, but I haven’t forgotten my promise.
Hell, I’ve been looking forward to this all week.
Just the thought of Quinn coming on my tongue has my mouth watering.
Without prompting, she spreads her legs.
I spread them wider.
“Good girl.”
She’s already wet, the soft pink folds of her pussy glistening like a goddamn peach.
I don’t waste another second. I lower my mouth and feast.
Quinn writhes as I work her with my tongue, licking every luscious inch of her. I grip her thighs, holding her in place as she threads her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer.
“I could do this all night,” I murmur, circling her clit with my tongue and sucking hard.
She cries out, arching her back and pulling my hair, her inhibitions forgotten.
Pride swells in my chest and I lap at her tender flesh with renewed vigor, sliding a finger into her tight channel.
“So fucking tight.”
She whimpers as I slip another digit inside, and it doesn’t take long for those needy sounds to morph into eager pleas.
“Cooper. I need you inside me.” She bites her lip, the now familiar vulnerability lighting her eyes as she looks down at me. “Please. Before something goes wrong.”
“Nothing’s going to go wrong.” I won’t let it. This is her night. “But if that’s what you want—”
“It is.”
I nod and climb to my feet, stripping off my sweatpants.
I couldn’t deny her if, even if I wanted to. Not when she’s looking at me like I’m the answer to her prayers.
It’s a dangerous thought, but I cast it off. I’m not about to get tangled up in my head again.
I made a promise to Quinn, and I intend to keep it.
Her eyes go wide at the sight of my cock and she licks her lips, incinerating all rational thought.
I want this girl so bad it fucking hurts.
My balls ache as I grab a condom from the nightstand and tear it open.
Quinn watches as I roll it over my length, but says nothing.
Then she scoots back on the bed and I nudge her thighs apart as I stretch out above her, her hardened nipples grazing my chest in a promise of things to come. I prop myself up on one arm and position myself at her entrance as she looks up at me from under her lashes.
Say something.
I search for the right words, but come up empty. I’ve never been great with words. Actions on the other hand… I cup her cheek and lower my mouth to hers. The kiss is slow and languid. A silent reminder that we have all night. That we don’t have to rush.
That I’ll be ready when she is, whether it’s right now or six hours from now.
