God, I was a fucking mess. I had no clue why I came here. I knew better than to dig out my old key and come over here like I was welcome.
But after the scuffle with my brother, I had nowhere else to go. The fight was all my fault. I was the instigator. I wanted to hurt him as much as he’d hurt me, so I threw our past in his face, hurled insults about Sarah directly at him. Even thoughthe insults weren’t true in the least, I wanted him to hurt. So I aimed low and it worked. He hit me once and I thought better of bruising his face the night before his wedding, not because I cared about him in the least. I didn’t hit him because I’d spent my life bearing the brunt of my parents’ anger and I didn’t want to be the one responsible for ruining his wedding.
The past had a funny wayof rearing its ugly head.
And it was always here, with Quinn, that I felt the safest.
Except now, standing before him, I knew being safe with him was the last thing I deserved.
Vulnerability wavered across his face and I wanted nothing more than to run my hands all over his naked chest. The last time I saw him in any state of undress we were nothing more than teenagers, barely coming into ourown bodies.
But now. Holy fucking hell. Despite wanting nothing more than to walk away from him, I found it impossible to do anything but move closer to him.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered.
One step closer.
“So sorry,” I repeated.
Another step.
“You deserve better.”
One more.
“I’ll never be good enough for you,” I admitted, closing the small gap left between us.
When he opened his mouth to saysomething in return, I didn’t have the heart to hear whatever insults he’d fling at me. I knew I deserved them all. I’d done nothing but earn his hatred. But right now, I needed something much more than that.
“I should walk away,” I said, pressing my body against his. “I should leave right now and never look back, let you go on with your life and forget all about me, but I can’t. With you, Ijust can’t walk away again.”
And then we didn’t need words. We didn’t need apologies or explanations.
All we needed was each other.
Just as they’d itched to do moments ago, my hands roamed all over his chest. His hot skin moving under my fingers was almost too much for me to handle. He pulled away at first and if he would have kept it up, I would have stopped and walked away. But when he meltedinto my touch, I knew he wanted this just as much as I did.
“Fuck it,” I cursed between heated kisses. “I need you. God, Quinn, I need you so fucking much.”
“Then take me,” he demanded.
So I did just that. From his chest to his back, my hands touched every inch that was available to them. Trailing kisses from his lips, down his neck, and then across his collarbone, I knew I’d never be satisfiedwhen it came to Quinn.
I’d always be hungry for this man.
And this man alone.
Rolling his head back, he exposed his Adam’s apple, the long, thick line of his neck teasing me. His groans of pleasure set my skin on fire and hardened my dick instantly. “Missed this. Missed you,” he whispered between tender kisses and playful nips. “I need more. More. Please.”
Of all the things I’d loved aboutQuinn, this was what I loved the most. He was never afraid to ask for what he wanted. And I never, ever wanted to deny his desires.
Kissing a trail down his chest, I followed the path of hair disappearing behind his opened pants. He’d been so enraged a few minutes ago that he never buttoned them up. It worked out to my benefit because my fingers shook with so much nervous need I knew I wouldn’thave been able to open them myself. With some help on his end, we both managed to lower his pants and boxers to the floor.
Kneeling before him, I was at his mercy. Staring up at him, his long, thick erection filling the space between our bodies, I knew I would never be done with this man. No matter how much I lied to myself about how I should leave him alone, I would never be able to do that.
Throwing away every warning I’d ever told myself about loving anyone again, I let myself go. When my hand wrapped around his silky hard skin, I thought I’d come on the spot. “Fuck,” I cursed, running my finger over the bulging vein running the length of his cock. “I forgot how fucking gorgeous you are.”
“Ryan.” My name came out like a curse. His voice was broken and needy. Knowing that I’d putthat reaction there spurred me on even more. “Oh God, Ryan. Your hands. They feel so—”
