Hands on my waist, he pulls me in and wraps his arms around me, and I do the same, both of us burying our lips in the other’s neck.
“Touch me,” I beg.
He clenches his fists in my hair, opening his mouth as if he’s going to eat me up, but then…
He shoves away from me, breathing out hard. “Oh, fuck,” he growls, rubbing his eyes.
Cold covers my skin, and it hurts between my legs.
No.
The long, thick ridge presses against the inside of his jeans, and right now, I don’t give a shit what comes out of his mouth. He can’t hide what I know he wants. I tremble, and I don’t know if it’s from desire or fear.Don’t leave. Please don’t fucking leave.
Standing up straight, he backs away, and I don’t cover myself.Damn him, no!
He walks to the foyer, picks up his shirt and comes back, tossing it to me. I catch it as it slaps against my body.
“No one will touch you now.” He glares at me. “No one except me.”
Because they think I’m his. And whoever he really is, they’re scared of it.
He starts to leave, and I won’t chase him, but he’s not off the hook, either. “You missed eight birthdays,” I remind him. “Eight presents.”
I still want my panties ripped off and everything else, and he’s running out of time.
He rips the sheet out of the notebook, folds it, and stuffs it into his pocket as if I’m going to forget what’s on it. He whips open the door, glancing back at me, his eyes softening.
“Lock the door…” he says.
…baby.Just say it.Lock the door, baby.
The pulse in my neck hammers against my skin, sweat cooling my back.
But he leaves, closing the door tightly behind him, and I throw my blouse.
Son of a bitch.
I pull his shirt over my head, his scent covering my body as I walk to the door and lock it. Goosebumps spread up my arms.
The floor upstairs creaks, branches scrape against a window, and music vibrates across the walls from outside.
“You think you have everything under control,” I mouth after him as the heat between my legs makes my eyelids flutter. “We’ll see.”
Lucas
Fuck, I could be inside of her right now. Buried to the hilt in all that soft, tight skin with my mouth sucking on a body that felt like a goddamn cloud.
Her breasts, her stomach, her thighs… Smooth, like silk, and smelling better than heaven. No idea what the hell heaven smells like, but if it’s anything other than that, I don’t want it. I’ve never touched anyone who sent a simultaneous current of electricity to my dickandto my brain. I mean, what the fuck? I was jacked, and it was Quinn.
Quinn.
Just the thought of what I could be having right now—her, alone, hidden, and in my hands—brings my body temp up so high, I’m still sweating even though it’s seventy-two outside and the air conditioning is on.
What the hell am I going to do? I love her too much to just throw her down like she’s anyone else. I would open a vein if she needed me to.
But I can’t make love to her. I’ll lose her completely then.
Kicking the car into a higher gear, I race through the night, away from her, like I have a monkey on my back. And I go to the one place that will recalibrate my perspective.
