God almighty.
Her wetness encased him.That one movement nearly tipped him into nirvana.
“Christ, Josie,” he breathed.His eyes wanted to roll back as she wiggled her hips, but he didn’t dare take his eyes off her.Not when her breasts bounced gently, her lips were set in a relaxed pucker, her lashes lay on her cheeks like the fringe of a dark blanket.Insanely beautiful.
And still not his.
***
Ecstasy flowed throughJosie’s veins as she closed her eyes.Quin filled her to capacity, his girth stretching her with every rise and fall of her hips.She savored the rock-hard muscle of his abdomen beneath her palms, the heat his body surrounded her with, and the ultimate power consuming her as she took what she needed.
Her wetness reached the insides of her thighs.Quin’s hands circled her wrists, forcing her to open her eyes.In the dim light, his bronzy skin appeared even darker.The five-o’clock shadow on his jaw made him look so darn handsome her breath hitched.
His hazel eyes glowed with pleasure, but not just from what she was doing.Oh, no.There was something else entirely.Peace lit his eyes and his mouth held a faint smile.It was an expression she’d never witnessed on his face, but something she could get used to.
He caught her hips, keeping her locked in place and stopping her from another thrust.
“Hey,” she complained.
He chuckled, caught the small of her back, and flipped her over so he was on top.The mattress dipped with their weight and the old wooden bed she’d gotten at a garage sale squeaked.
Quin’s lips came down on hers, hot and demanding.“Not that I don’t love having you on top, but I like making you come.”He rocked inside her and a moan escaped her lips.
Oh, god, yeah.This was better.
She tilted her hips, giving him more access.He nuzzled his face beneath her ear and ground his hips, going deeper.Her second orgasm hurtled her to new heights.She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and locked her ankles at his tailbone.He pumped steadily into her, his length touching her soul with every pulse.
“God, Quin,” she begged.
His mouth opened on her neck and the flick of his wet tongue brought back a surge of memories of how he’d tasted her.The dam broke.She pumped her hips, meeting his thrusts and screaming as her second climax shattered the ceiling of her first.
Colors exploded behind her eyelids and she clutched his neck for dear life.Her heart fluttered in her chest as he continued.His own hot gasps dampened her flesh.
He let out a guttural groan and his tempo slowed.“Holy hell, Josie,” he whispered against her ear.
She grinned and pressed a kiss to his cheek.Threading her fingers through his hair, she didn’t let go.
Not just yet.
CHAPTER 11
Truly, madly, deeply.
Quin blinked and kept his stare on the ceiling.He’d kick the Savage Garden song out of his head for good if it kept him up all night.Love songs.He really hadn’t just sunk to that level, had he?
Josie snuggled against his ribs and her fingers sought his nipple.Still awake.Which meant he could rouse her for another round.Maybe he should wait.They’d taken a huge leap and the last thing he wanted to do was overwhelm her.
But goddamn, he couldn’t get enough of her.
He plucked her fingers away before she rubbed off his flesh and folded her hand in his.
“What are you thinking?”Her small voice held a dash of uncertainty.As if she didn’t really want to hear the answer.
He swiped his thumb over the skin of her wrist.“Everything.”It wasn’t a lie.But he also wasn’t going to tell her he was turning into a hopeless romantic.“You?”
“I just can’t help but wonder what’s in store for you.I mean, you moved here when you were seventeen.You and your family made a home here.What happens after this?Do you plan to go back to the city?What about your mom?”
He would have smiled at Josie’s rambling and pensive questions if they hadn’t been centered on him.“Well, Mom hasn’t spoken to me since she heard about the fire.”
