He narrowed his eyes down at her and sniffed her hair before stepping back.
Okay, weird man had a scent fetish. Quinn restrained the urge to sniff her hair to figure out what he could have smelled. Instead, her gaze went to the romance novel in his hand. It was one that had bored her to tears. Quinn took the book from him and shoved it back into its place, walked to the wall on the right, and grabbed a better one. She held it out. “This is one of my favorites, but the sequel isn’t due out for another few months. You can thank me later.”
“You liked that one?” he asked while flipping the book over to read the back.
“Yeah, it’s got romance, mystery, and intrigue. Give it a try.”
“You like this author?”
She smiled trying to ease the tension in the room. “Yeah, he’s good. You know, you two would look alike if it wasn’t for the beard and clothes. Do you have a twin that lives in the states?”
“Nay.”
She shrugged. “I guess they say everyone has a doppelganger. Yourshappens to write romance. Enjoy the book.”
“You Americans are pushy.”
“Not all Americans, just me.” What a jackass. Still a jackass that had access to an ax. Maybe she should have let him read the boring book, but hopefully, the new one might hold his interest longer, which sounded like a much better plan. A busy reader was too busy to chase her while swinging an ax to cut her into tiny pieces. Quinn had a brain. Regardless of what her sisters thought.
Garth left without another word, and her racing heart slowed. She spent the rest of the afternoon in the damn library, checking the spines for a book that wasn’t even in the room. She stood at the window watching the sun dip below the horizon. The book was a lost cause, making her heart sink into her toes. Would she even have time to figure out who was trying to kill her before they succeeded? Shoulders slumped, Quinn went back to Collin’s room to get ready and dress for the dance.
Chapter Thirteen
Collin walkedinto his room to find Quinn standing as a vision of beauty in his colors. His heart quickened at the sight, and his cock strained against his jeans. It wasn’t just the dress she was wearing that took his breath away— although her breasts were a sight—it was the stunning woman in the dress. A smile split her lips even as her creamy flesh called to be kissed. Her red hair was curled and styled on her head, and she was a vision.
“I look hot, right?” She smiled.
He couldn’t answer. His breath was stolen, but not his resolve. Instead, he kicked the door closed with his boot andcrossed the room to her, pressing his lips to hers in a deep, soul-searing kiss of approval.
Collin slipped the clip in her hair free, letting the soft red tendrils fall down her back. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She gave him a saucy wink. “We’re going to be late.”
“Aye, that we are.” Collin bunched the silky material in his hands and lifted the fabric up her thighs in search of the gold hidden beneath. Cupping her cheeks, he lifted her bare ass onto the dresser, making sure not to ruin the dress. Pressing his legs between her thighs, he moved in closer.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered against her chest as he kissed each mound. She popped the buttons on his jeans and unzipped them. Her warm hand stroked his length, making a guttural groan slip free.
“It’s the dress, isn’t it?” she asked with a wicked smile playing on her lips.
“No, luv.” Collin placed his palm on her cheek. “It’s the woman in the dress.”
“Right answer.” She pulled him closer and positioned his cock between her folds.
The vixen wasn’t even wearing a thong. She was wet and ready. If he could have lowered her corset with his teeth, he would have loved to suck the sweet berries that were hidden beneath. The damn thing wouldn’t budge.
“You can play later,” she whispered in his ear before nibbling.
He slid inside her tight sheath, seating himself to the hilt. Her head lulled back, and her eyes closed, even as her fingernails dug into his skin. She wanted this as much as he wanted to give it to her. “Ah…luv, you feel so good.”
Collin’s hands slid up her thighs, stopping when he found a single barrier on her right leg. He lifted the skirt higher to see. The emerald-encrusted knife was inside the sleeve, and the sight made his cock twitch.
“You like that?”
He slid out and thrust inside her again.
“Oh fuck me.” She moaned. “You keep doing that, and I’ll wear it later while I’m naked.”
Her promise spurred on his primal passion. Visions of her naked in his bed, wearing nothing more than a weapon strapped to her creamy thigh, made his balls tighten in anticipation.
He moved his hand to her small bud. He wasn’t going to last long. Not with the way her body was clenching him tight. Her need spiraled his to new heights. He swirled her clit with his finger as he moved inside her, taking her with every fiber of his being. His muscles clenched as sweat beaded his brow. Her channel tightened,pulling him over the edge. He pressed on her bud and took them both over the edge as he soaked her with his seed.
