And she wanted him still.Even as the shock waves continued, she wanted him.She took her hand from her mouth.Her plea was choked with emotion, but he couldn’t possibly mistake what she needed.
He didn’t.
He eased her gently against the tree and steadied her with one hand as he reached in his pocket.She made a real effort and managed to stay upright when he released her so he could put on the condom.Slipping it over his erection, he made a noise low in his throat, as if even that contact challenged his control.
Then he was back, his hands under her bottom, lifting her to the wide crotch of the tree, holding her there.She braced her hands against the outstretched branches, leaned into the cradle of his cupped hands and opened her thighs.
With her slicker draped protectively around them, he stepped closer and probed gently, his breathing ragged.“Don’t let me hurt you.”
She moaned in frustration.“I want all of you, Quinn.Every last rigid inch.”
He eased inside a little more.“Okay?”
Oh, he was big, but she wanted big.She wanted to be filled, at long last, with everything this man had to offer.She panted with need.“Not enough.”
He pushed slightly deeper.
“More,” she whispered.
He gave her a fraction more, but he was obviously holding back, obviously had a hangup about being too big.
“Oh, Quinn.”In one swift motion she wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him in tight.“Oh,Quinn.”
Apparently he couldn’t control his growl of satisfaction, but then he went right back to being the soul of concern, although his voice was a little rough around the edges.“I’m hurting you.”
“That was not hurt you heard in my voice,” she said breathlessly.“That was heaven.My body is singing, Quinn, singing the praises of your big beautiful?—”
“Okay.I get it.”He covered her mouth with his.
His kiss might be all it would take, her heart pounding as he explored thoroughly with his tongue while still locked against her.He might not have to move that astounding equipment at all, since it filled her so totally, making contact in all the right places.
Then he began to move, and she decided moving might be a good thing.Moving might be a great thing.Moving might be a really spectacular thing.
He lifted his mouth from hers.“Ah, Jo.I’ve never...this is so good.”
“So very good.”She absorbed another soul-filling moment as he buried himself deep, eased back and pushed home again.
“As if this is what we’re meant for.”He nibbled at her lower lip.
“Oh, yes.”She welcomed another thrust, treasuring each and every one.
“We fit.”He kissed her chin, the hollow of her throat, all the while holding her steady as he eased his hips back and forth, bringing her joy with every stroke.
“Like a sword in a sheath.”The quickening that had started with the first glorious full contact had intensified with each rhythmic motion.She wanted it to last forever, but knew they had only seconds to go, knew from the subtle way Quinn increased the pace, the slight change in his breathing.
Faster still.Exquisite friction.So right.There.Yes.Now.Quinn.Oh, Quinn.Love me.Love me, love me, love me.
He kissed her hard, forcing the cry into her throat, smothering the groan rumbling from his chest.Holding her tight and deeply impaled, he absorbed her convulsions and drank her whimpers of delight until his own release gripped him.
For the first time in her life, she felt the joy of another’s climax as if it were her own.And as he shuddered helplessly in her arms, gasping her name, she knew that no matter how much heartbreak it brought her, she would never regret this night of loving Quinn.
ChapterTwenty-One
Quinn had decided to make love this way because he’d figured that lying on the ground was just asking for interference from snakes and bugs.However, the experience had turned out to be much better than he could have imagined.He’d go so far as to say he’d never known anything to equal making love propped against an oak tree on a chilly spring night in Montana.
With Jo, he quickly added.Jo, the most perfect sexual partner he’d ever known.The funniest, sweetest, sexiest woman he’d ever known.He kissed her eyes, her cheeks, her hair.Gathering her close, he savored the recent ecstasy of being enclosed by her warmth.
If this wasn’t love, then he didn’t understand what love was all about.He not only wanted to spend the rest of the night with her, he wanted to spend days, months, years with her.“Maybe I could dye my hair blond,” he murmured, nestling her head against his shoulder.
