Without a word, I shoved myfingers deep into his thick mop of loose, dark waves and pulled him in, slowingthe kiss down this time. Taking control as his fingers curled into my t-shirt,pressing into my skin through the fabric.
Tohellwithprofessionalism, I’d been dying to do this since I’d met him.
Under the salt and grease,hedidtaste sweet. I toyed with the hem of his shirt as I swiped mytongue along the seam of his lips, coaxing him to open up, let me in, enjoythis as much as he so clearly wanted to.
He was gorgeous. All darkeyelashes and bitten lips, the pretty flush on his cheeks getting darker andhigher, his breath already coming in sharp pants. I had to kiss him again. Icouldn’tstop myself.
He hissed as I skimmed myfingers along the soft skin of his belly, and I seized the opportunity tothrust my tongue into his mouth, a preview of what I would have done to therest of him given half a chance.
I had no idea how far he’d want to goright now, but I was his. Whatever he wanted, I was all his for the night.
“Let me take care of you,darling,” I murmured against his lips. Not an offer I would have made to justanyone.
But Quinn was special. Mygut ached as I thought about how badly I wanted to see him happy, relaxed,unconcerned about anything but his own pleasure and how good he felt.
Quinn nodded, blushing allthe way to the tips of his sweet little ears, and really, what man couldpossiblyresist this?
NINE
QUINN
I moaned into Fox’s mouth, deepand throaty, my whole body on fire with want and need. He was warm and solidunder me, my fingers finding sculpted muscle as they tangled in his t-shirt,desperate to pull it off.
I wanted him. I’d never donethis before, never pounced on anyone like this, but Fox wasn’tcomplaining, and I didn’t want to stop.
His hand slid up my thigh tosqueeze my ass, making me gasp against his mouth.
The air between us wasstifling, hot and close and hard to breathe. I backed off an inch, far enoughto look into Fox’s eyes, and found his pupils blown, a thin ring of jewel-deepgreen surrounding them.
The needy ache in the pit ofmy stomach pushed me to surge forward again, fitting my lips over the scar I’d been socurious about. Rough and smooth, torn skin healed over, a wound that must havehurt like hell when he got it.
I didn’t want toimagine Fox in pain. I wanted to imagine him moaning with pleasure, excited tobe with me, hard cock pressed against my eager, willing body, about to pushinside.
“Fox,” I murmured,wanting him to know this was abouthim, that he wasn’t just a warmbody. That Iwantedthis.
A shiver ran through me as Ifelt the heat of his cock between his legs, pushing against his zipper. He washardfor me. Because I was squirming in his lap and kissing him.
How much more incrediblecould he get?
The unmistakable click of myfront door unlocking made my blood run cold. There was only one person who hada key and wasn’tsitting under me.
“Uncle Vincent,” I hissed asFox sat up, fully alert, hanging onto me so I wouldn’t fall.
My heart pounded in my chestas I listened to the door swing open in what felt like slow motion, the soundsof the outside world filtering in through it, Uncle Vincent’s shoes scrapingon the door mat.
I should have expected him.
I should haveknownhe’dcome by. After the leak today, he was bound to want to know what the hell wasgoing on.
And now I was sitting in Fox’s lap andgrinding against his hard cock.
I wasn’t sure if thator the half-empty pizza box on the coffee table was worse.
I’d never moved so fast in mylife, scrambling off Fox even as my stomach swooped.
Fuck.
I was making a mistake.
