“I can’t do that to you. I can’t mess with your emotions like that.” I pushed against his shoulders, but Quinn wouldn’t budge.
“I give you permission to. I want you to be selfish with me, Taran.” He nudged his hard cock between my legs and I gasped, instinctively arching into it. Quinn’s features strained with desire. “Take what you want, and I promise not to hold it against you.”
My willpower was truly nonexistent. If I’d been in my right mind, I would have said no. I wouldn’t have put either of us in that position. But all I could think about was the kiss I’d just experienced—the best kiss of my whole goddamn life—and how every nerve ending buzzed with awareness and excitement.
I felt alive.
Truly, truly alive.
It was beyond anything I’d felt in such a long time, and I didn’t want it to be over quite yet.
My answer was to bridge the tiny distance between our mouths and kiss him.
Quinn groaned as he melted into me and the sound strummed at the throb between my legs. Then just as abruptly, he pushed off me and the bed, pulling me up with him. Stunned by the sudden change from lying down to standing, I swayed on my feet and Quinn steadied me.
“I’m desperate to have you,” he murmured hotly against my lips, “but I want to savor every second.”
At the searching look in his eyes, I nodded.
My breath hitched at the tickle of his fingertips on my stomach. His palms caught the fabric of my thin jumper and he slid it upward, his calloused skin sliding deliciously across my belly and up to my chest.
Goose bumps prickled my skin, my breasts felt tight in my bra, as I lifted my arms above my head. Quinn’s chest brushed mine as he tugged the top over my head. He discarded it behind us, his attention dropping to my breasts.
I shivered as he easily unclasped my bra and peeled the straps down my arms.
So certain was I in Quinn’s desire for me, I didn’t even feel strange that the last time he saw me naked was when I was a perky eighteen-year-old. I’d always known Quinn wanted me when we were young, but he’d never looked at me then the way he looked at me now.
Like he was in utter awe of what he had in his arms.
It brought tears to my eyes even as my own arousal heightened. My nipples peaked in the air and after dropping the fabric, Quinn reached for my waist, squeezing me, before skimming his palms over my ribs. Anticipation buzzed along mybody and I arched my back, readying for his touch. My breasts felt heavy, needful, wanting of his hands and his mouth.
Instead, Quinn chose to torture me, his palms skating down my stomach, his touch tightening that coiling tension deep inside me.
His fingers rested on the waistband of my jeans as our eyes held. Slowly, Quinn unbuttoned and unzipped me, then tugged the denim down over my hips. As he lowered to his haunches to guide them off my legs, I placed my hands on his broad shoulders, steadying myself as I grew dizzier with need.
Quinn tugged off my boots—I lifted one foot and then the other for that and then again to help him ease the denim off.
He rested on one knee, his gaze traveling up my legs as his hands curled around my calves. His breath stuttered when his attention halted on the bright pink bikini briefs I wore. There was nothing overtly sexual about them, but when his eyes flew back to mine, I almost fell over at the hunger in them.
A rush of wet dampened my underwear and as if he sensed it, Quinn’s focus returned there. Tingles shivered over me as his hands coasted up my legs, tickling the back of my knees before smoothing across the front of my thighs until his fingertips glided into my inner leg.
“Spread for me.” His voice was guttural.
Another pulsing tug of arousal made me even wetter.
Part of me despaired at how turned on I was.
No one did this to me but him.
Only ever him.
I widened my legs.
Quinn’s fingers slid higher and he rolled his thumb over the fabric of my underwear, his expression tightening. “Soaked.” He let out a shuddering breath as he eased his fingers beneath the fabric and pushed inside me.
I gasped, my body bowing into the touch.
“Still so hot, so tight,” he whispered hoarsely. “So perfect.”
