At the moment, she had all sorts of aches.
So she grasped his hair and tugged him closer, her mouth seeking his.
He let her kiss him and slowly took over, lifting her up farther on the bed. She yanked on his shirt and forced him to duck his head to let her throw the material out of the way. Then she finally felt that amazing chest. Skin on skin this time. Hard muscle, smooth lines, powerful strength. Yeah. She sighed. Then she leaned up to kiss him again.
His talented fingers tangled in the hair at her nape, and he pulled her head back. “Sweetheart? Here, I’m in charge.” Then he kissed her again, going deep and destroying any argument, even if she’d been able to find one.
His hand swept down her body, marking her curves and leaving an imprint of him wherever he touched. The thought hit her that she couldn’t keep this casual, but he kissed his way between her breasts and down her body, and it was too late.
Way too late.
He nipped her thigh before turning his head. His mouth found her, right where she wanted him, and she fell back onto the pillow as sensations overtook her. So many and so fast. The first orgasm slammed through her with the force of a winter storm. The second swept her out of her own mind, and the third had her whimpering his name.
Then, and only then, did he remove his jeans and lever over her after finding a condom in his wallet. Slowly, carefully, he powered inside her.
Her gaze met his and vulnerability swam through her.
He kissed her again, this time with a gentleness she felt throughout her entire body. “Quint,” she murmured.
“I’m here. Right with you,” he murmured, somehow knowing just what to say. He kept moving and finally embedded himself fully inside her. There was a lot to Quint Albertini, without question.
She tried to lift her knees to the sides of his hips, and he stopped her with a strong hand on her thigh.
“Your ankle. Keep your leg still,” he said, holding her leg down.
Desire burst through her again, even stronger than before.
“There you go.” He started to move, to hammer inside her, to take all of her.
She could only close her eyes and hold on, letting the tumultuous sensations take her away. For so long, he kept her at the edge, his stamina incredible. He sped up, pistoning inside her even harder, and she broke. The room flashed hot and then white, and she cried out his name, digging her nails into his arms.
He grunted her name as his body shuddered with his own release.
She tried to catch her breath, and her mind spun. Slowly, she withdrew her nails from his skin. He kissed her on the nose and slid out of her, heading to the bathroom to take care of the condom. When he returned, he lifted her and put them both beneath the covers.
“Are you all right?” He spooned around her and nipped the top of her ear.
“Yes.” But was she? Everything inside her was relaxed, satiated, and off kilter. She wanted more of him. Yeah, she wanted all of him.
He kissed her ear again. “Good. Get some sleep.” His phone buzzed, and he stiffened behind her. “Hold on.” He released her and rummaged around on the floor. “Yeah. Albertini,” he answered. The atmosphere in the room became heavy. “Understood. I’ll be there.” He clicked off and snuggled back around her.
She blinked and couldn’t help cuddling her butt closer to his groin. “Be where?”
“Fire in Montana,” he murmured against her head. “I have to leave first thing in the morning.”
She frowned. “Fire in December? That’s rare, right?”
“Yep.” He flattened his hand over her abdomen. “We had a dry spring, hot summer, and a very late winter. Lightning strikes can cause problems, and we have a forest fire. The good news is that it should really start snowing soon, so we might not have to fight it for long.”
Great. The guy she’d just figured out she was probably falling for was about to parachute into a wildfire caused by lightning.
She was such a moron sometimes.
Chapter 11
Anna showed up in the morning with lattes. Snow clung to her lashes as she stepped inside the front door and handed one to Heather. “Hey. I have a plan in mind.” She paused at seeing the dog sleeping on the floor near the sofa. “Oh.” A light crimson filtered across her cheekbones. “Um, okay. Why don’t you call me later?”
Heather pulled her inside. “Quint isn’t here. He left early in the morning to handle a fire in Montana.”
