Chapter 10
Lord almighty, he wanted her. Had always wanted her. Quin dropped his gaze to Josie’s full breasts, their pink tips tight and waiting for his mouth. The glow from her phone on the dresser filled the ceiling, and light rained down on the bed and her perfect, lithe body.
She sat perched on his quad muscle as if ready to bolt. That wasn’t how this was supposed to go. He brought his focus to her face. Her warm brown eyes were soft and hesitant but also hungry as fuck. Her lips parted slightly, enough for him to fit the tip of his thumb between her teeth if he wanted.
He couldn’t move too fast. He brought his hand to the indent of her waist. “This okay?” His voice came out on a growl—not angry but tenser than necessary. He swallowed to rid himself of the gravel in his throat.
She nodded.
“You look scared.” He smiled, but it was forced. Who was he kidding? He was damn terrified. Not knowing what Josie was thinking—mainly of him at the moment—made his insides curdle with anxiety.
Her gaze lowered. She might not be gung ho yet, but the fact that she wasn’t trying to cover herself and sat as confident as a peacock on his lap with her tits out made admiration swell inside him. Or maybe it just made him horny.
Either way, he was into it.
“Not scared.” She caught his wrist and slid his hand up to cover her breast.
Holy hell, he loved her sexuality. Her satiny skin filled his palm and he just about came in his pants. His eyes grew heavy as he weighed her gently then brought the edge of his thumb to her nipple.
“I just don’t want this to go too fast,” she continued.
She stretched out her hand and dragged her fingers over his six-pack. His insides clenched and he let out a choked laugh.
He cupped the back of her head. “Honey, I could do this all night.” He caught her side with his free hand and dragged her closer to his chest.
She pressed her palms against his jaw, and he watched her cheeks turn pink. “So could I.” She shifted her weight and swung her leg over his hip so she straddled him.
“Ah, Christ,” he breathed, as her crotch nestled against his. He caught her ass in his hands as her nipples pressed into his pecs, the hard little nubs making him go crazy.
He wrapped his arm around her back, stood, and laid her on the bed. Bringing his mouth to her neck, he kissed her, tasted her sweet, floral flavor. She moaned and fisted her fingers in his hair. Her hips bucked against his thigh and need drove him to the brink of insanity.
His dick, already hard and pleased by the warm welcome, grew infinitely solid. She’d asked not to go fast and all he wanted to do was rip off what remaining clothes she wore and fuck her till she screamed—then go for round two.
Instead, he placed his mouth on the delicate skin of her collarbone.
She let out a weak moan, her fingers moving at the back of his neck.
He kissed his way down her chest to her full, fuckable tits.
Catching her breasts in his palms again, he buried his face between them.
God, it was so good to touch her as if he had the luxury to anytime.
Josie’s deep, throaty laugh reached his ears. She kicked her leg in frustration. “Quin,” she squeaked, her voice small.
He chortled. “Sorry, I’ll continue with what I was doing.” His lips grazed their way down her breastbone to her flat abdomen. Stopping at her belly button, he kissed the skin beneath it then caught her pants in his fists.
His gaze drifted up her body, and he locked eyes with her. Her lips were full, her cheeks stained pink. Her hair billowed around her shoulders. So goddamn beautiful a twinge of pain struck his heart.
Until this moment, he’d never allowed himself to even consider the idea of Josie one day being his woman. Although the fantasies had always taunted him, he’d never thought it was in the cards and had forced himself into a hands-off, friends-zone corner. But maybe, just maybe, that could change.
Or this was just some sick game or “lesson from the Universe,” as Josie would say.
Either way, she was right—they needed to enjoy every second.
He wriggled her pants over her hips, and she lifted her ass as he swept the material down her legs, taking her panties with them.
He tossed her clothes to the floor. She kept her knees bent and slightly open, and he dropped his attention to her sex. His palms turned sweaty.
His chest constricted.
She swayed her knees side-to-side in small increments, like a peekaboo show. The movement called him. Her lips worked into a smile and she stretched her fingers toward him. “C’mere.”
He caught her hand and every atom in his body screamed at him to collapse on top of her and take her just like this.
But if he only had her in bed once, he was going to make sure she never forgot it.
He brought her knuckles to his lips. “In a sec.” He lowered her hand to the mattress at her side and shifted his weight.
She widened her eyes. “What are you—?”
He kissed the inside of her thigh.
“Ohmigod.”
A smile tugged on his lips as he dragged his tongue along her flesh. She tensed, her knees threatening to close, but he hooked his arm under her bent leg and lowered himself down. He reached her glistening folds and need revved against his skull.
Josie arched her back, her eyes squeezed shut, and her hands fisted the blanket at her sides. He stopped the teasing of his mouth on her thigh and rested his temple against the inside of her leg. “Jos,” he said softly.
Slowly, her eyes opened and landed on him. She wet her lips, her chest moving in a fast rhythm.
“Do you want to do this?” God, if she said no, he just might die.
She chuckled, revealing the glossy ridges of her teeth. “More than you know. I just—I’m nervous.”
He caught her fingers with his free hand. “How about you just look at me then?”
She nodded, her eyes still.
He kissed the top of her crest, keeping his eyes on hers. Her chest moved slower now, her gaze watchful and sexy as hell. He flicked his tongue over her clit and her head tilted backward.
“Ah, my gosh,” she whispered.
Her body melted in his hold. He pressed his mouth to her slick heat and slid his tongue over her crevice, tasting her sweet, intoxicating flavor.
Her sharp gasps reached his ears. He cupped his hands around her hips and licked into her with one slow swipe after another. Her legs clutched his shoulders. She bucked her hips, demanding more.
He sucked on her clit and she cried out.
He licked in a steady cadence, letting her ride each torrent of her orgasm until her cries turned to raspy moans.
He pressed a kiss to her swollen lips then climbed up the length of her slight body.
Her hips cradled his as she lifted her legs to perch at his sides, her form now blissed out and content.
He flattened his stomach against hers and framed her face with his hands. “Was that okay?” Jesus, what kind of question was that? He wasn’t looking for a thank-you, only wanted to make sure he hadn’t made her cross an invisible line.
A shy smile touched her mouth. “Nah. It was terrible. You’ll have to try again.”
He let out a roar of laughter. “That I can do. But first . . .”
He kissed her lips.
Her playful grin fell away and she folded her arms around his neck, hugging him close. He didn’t want to pull away, didn’t want to put a barrier between them, but dammit, he had to respect her at all costs. He pushed himself into a sitting position.
“What are you—”
He reached into his pants pocket, took out his wallet, and removed a condom. Josie made a big O with her lips, and the confusion left her face. He kicked off his pants, rolled on the condom, pushing from his mind the things her parted lips could do to him.
He crawled back between her legs, but she scooted up. Desire flared from her eyes, and her wild hair painted an erotic image. “Lie down,” she said.
When he didn’t move, she pressed her palms into his shoulders. “I said, lie down.” Her light laughter filled the room. God, he’d missed her laugh. He’d missed her fire. More than anything, he’d just fucking missed her.
She straddled him, nestling her delicious body on top of his dick but not inserting it. Her hands played over his midsection, her roaming fingers making his muscles clench. She lifted her hips, then reached down to adjust his junk and sank her heat over him.
God almighty.
Her wetness encased him. That one movement nearly tipped him into nirvana.
“Christ, Josie,” he breathed. His eyes wanted to roll back as she wiggled her hips, but he didn’t dare take his eyes off her. Not when her breasts bounced gently, her lips were set in a relaxed pucker, her lashes lay on her cheeks like the fringe of a dark blanket. Insanely beautiful.
And still not his.
* * *
Ecstasy flowed through Josie’s veins as she closed her eyes.
Quin filled her to capacity, his girth stretching her with every rise and fall of her hips.
She savored the rock-hard muscle of his abdomen beneath her palms, the heat his body surrounded her with, and the ultimate power consuming her as she took what she needed.
Her wetness reached the insides of her thighs. Quin’s hands circled her wrists, forcing her to open her eyes. In the dim light, his bronzy skin appeared even darker. The five-o’clock shadow on his jaw made him look so darn handsome her breath hitched.
His hazel eyes glowed with pleasure, but not just from what she was doing. Oh, no. There was something else entirely. Peace lit his eyes and his mouth held a faint smile. It was an expression she’d never witnessed on his face, but something she could get used to.
He caught her hips, keeping her locked in place and stopping her from another thrust.
“Hey,” she complained.
He chuckled, caught the small of her back, and flipped her over so he was on top. The mattress dipped with their weight and the old wooden bed she’d gotten at a garage sale squeaked.
Quin’s lips came down on hers, hot and demanding. “Not that I don’t love having you on top, but I like making you come.” He rocked inside her and a moan escaped her lips.
Oh, god, yeah. This was better.
She tilted her hips, giving him more access.
He nuzzled his face beneath her ear and ground his hips, going deeper.
Her second orgasm hurtled her to new heights.
She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and locked her ankles at his tailbone.
He pumped steadily into her, his length touching her soul with every pulse.
“God, Quin,” she begged.
His mouth opened on her neck and the flick of his wet tongue brought back a surge of memories of how he’d tasted her. The dam broke. She pumped her hips, meeting his thrusts and screaming as her second climax shattered the ceiling of her first.
Colors exploded behind her eyelids and she clutched his neck for dear life. Her heart fluttered in her chest as he continued. His own hot gasps dampened her flesh.
He let out a guttural groan and his tempo slowed. “Holy hell, Josie,” he whispered against her ear.
She grinned and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Threading her fingers through his hair, she didn’t let go.
Not just yet.