I brush my fingers through his hair and use my thumbs to gently rub the tension in his brow away. “Are you good?”
“So good.” His eyes flicker and half roll back. “You feel amazing.” He gasps again as I push deeper still. “Stefan!”
I crash my mouth to his. I know he’s about ready to come. I am too, but I want to make this last as long as possible. I change the rhythm and depth of my thrusts until I’m barely moving inside him at all, just the tiniest back-and-forth movement, millimetres at the most. I cradle his head and stare into his eyes. They’re so beautiful. The way the blue of his irises reflects the light in the room is like a universe trapped in a bottle. Infinite and hypnotic.
“Oh God, Quinn.”
I fuse our mouths once more and tickle his tongue. He sucks on mine and makes soft mewling noises against my lips. His nails rake over my back, making my skin zing with desire.
He tears his lips from mine. “Stefan!”
“I know. Hold on. Just a little longer.”
“I—” He tugs his brows together and catches his lip between his teeth.
His hands sweep around to cup my face. He begins to trace it with his fingers again. Every curve and contour. Then he pulls me to him and kisses me hungrily. I need him. He is my world. My everything. I make my thrusts longer and deeper again, showing him the richness of my desire through the intensity of our lovemaking.
Gasping, he breaks our frantic kiss. “Come first.”
I shake my head and nuzzle his nose. “Together.”
I slam my mouth to his and let myself come as he trembles beneath me. His cum splatters over our chests as I empty myself inside him. His head jerks back, and he croaks.
I stroke his temple. “It’s okay. I’m here.”
His eyes drift closed and then snap open again.
“Sleep if you want to. I’ll be here.”
His eyes open and shut. Each time it takes him longer to open them again, and they close faster. I gently pull out of him and lie beside him, holding and stroking him.
“I love you,” I whisper. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
I don’t move until I’m sure he’s slipped into sleep. Then I sneak out of bed to get a cloth to clean us up with. I dispose of the condom while I’m at it. I clean him first like I always do. Once I’ve thrown the washcloth into his laundry hamper, I get into bed and make myself comfortable. He could wake soon, but given how restless his night was, I wouldn’t be surprised if he slips into a deeper sleep. Either way, I’ll be here, as promised. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
19
QUINN
“Hey.” I stroke my knuckle across Stefan’s face.
His snore stutters adorably as he wakes up. “Huh?” He blinks, yawns, and smacks his lips. “I must have dozed off. Sorry.”
“Why are you apologising? I’ve just spent”—I check the time on my clock—“the last hour or so asleep.” I kiss his cheek, right at the corner of his mouth. “Thanks for staying with me.”
“I promised I would.”
Smiling, I rest my head on his shoulder.
Stefan wraps his arm around me. “I love you.”
My smile turns into a grin. “I love you too.”
“I thought I’d remind you in case you were worried you’d dreamt it.”
I chuckle. “I knew it was real, but the reminder doesn’t hurt.” I put my arm over his stomach and squeeze gently.
“I need to tell Beau I’ve asked the PI to contact Mum.”
