“I nearly peed myself when I saw his car.”
I give a dark chuckle and drag a hand over my face. “You have no idea, Quinnie. That was terrifying. I thought for sure he was gonna shove those toys he saw on my bed up my ass if he saw you.”
She giggles. “What toys?”
“Get your fine ass over here and find out.”
A minute later, Quinn pulls back down my driveway, and this time I’m ready for her, waiting on my porch with what I’m sure is the stupidest grin. But right now I don’t care if she knows how far gone I am for her. I’m just happy to see her—and giddy that I’m still alive after that close call with Wes.
She smiles back, completely lit up from the inside out, and I don’t think she’s ever looked prettier. Her hair shines, and her skin is a golden tan from all the time she’s spent outside lately.
I have her park in the garage to keep her car out of sight—just in case Wes swings back by.
“That was way too close,” she says with a laugh, as the garage door rumbles closed behind her. “Maybe we should have planned this out better.”
“I think I saw my life flash before my eyes.”
“Wes wouldn’t kill you.”
“He would after he saw everything I had planned for you tonight.”
Her eyes flash to mine, and her cheeks go pink. “I’m intrigued.”
I grin, heart thudding harder than it should. “Come on,“ I say, ushering her through the door and locking it behind me to prevent any other surprises. “I’ll show you.”
I grab her hand and pull her up the stairs, eager to finally have her in my bed.
It’s crazy to think as much as we’ve done these past weeks, I still haven’t claimed her in the one place that feels most like mine.
She follows me into my bedroom. Her eyes bounce around the room until they focus on the toys laid out on the bed. “Oh my God. What is this? Bed, Bath, and Butt Stuff?”
I give her a dark look, stepping closer and letting the heat between us build. “I want to take you in every way humanly possible. You still want to see what it feels like to have me filling you up here?” I ask, grabbing her ass.
She meets my gaze, exhales a shuddering breath, and nods.
“You’re a fucking dream,” I say, closing the little space left between us.
My mouth descends on hers. Her lips are soft but demanding as she trails her fingers up my arm. I’m balancing on the edge of a blade, starving for her after two long weeks without having her.I want to fill every single part of her.
My hand slides up to her breast, teasing her nipple through her thin shirt. Her body instinctively arches into me.
These forbidden moments make it all feel real—like she truly could be mine. Even though I know she won’t stay.
“I’ll make it feel good, honey,” I promise.
She yanks her shirt off between kisses, and I make quick work of her shorts. I’ve seen her naked several times, but she still steals the breath from my lungs. I want to lay her down on my bed and worship her—slowly, thoroughly—but Quinn has other plans.
Her hands tear at my shirt, sliding inside my shorts before the fabric even hits the floor. She’s hurried and impatient, and God help me, I want to give her everything. But not like this. Not rushed. Not when tonight is about doing something new.
I grip the back of her neck, biting her bottom lip before pulling away. The look in her eyes is ravenous. I’ve barely even touched her, and as eager as she is, I have to slow this down. This isn’t something that should be done quick and dirty like where this is headed, especially not when I know this is her first time.
And Christ, that does something to me—to know I’m the first one to ever get to touch herthere. And I find myself wishing I could be the last too.
“I love how fucking eager you are, but you‘ve gotta slow down, honey.”
Her fingers wrap around my shaft, and she gives me a teasing grin. “I don’t want to slow down. It’s been too long since I’ve had you inside me.”
“Fuck,” I grunt as she pumps me from base to tip. “I know.”
