Chapter 5
5
RACHEL
I never imagined someone could look at me the way Quinn was looking at me right now. It wasn’t just sexual desire—although that was certainly there. He made me feel wanted, but he also made me feel treasured, like I was a priceless piece of art.
But the weird thing was, he wasn’t just someone I wanted to lose my virginity to. I could see myself falling for this guy, and that could be dangerous. It would mean giving up my life in Nashville and moving here. And if there was one thing I’d said I’d never do, it was give up everything for a guy.
No, this could be no more than a two-week fling, but I was going to make it the fling of all flings.
I smiled down at him. My goal was to give him a seductive smile, but I wasn’t sure I hit the mark. Seduction wasn’t really my area of expertise.
But any mistakes I might be making were overruled when I wrapped my hand around his erection again. It was clear from the intensity in his eyes that his only thought was what I was doing to him.
His cock was warm and hard, with a vein down the length. I couldn’t get enough of stroking my hand along it, moving from base to tip and back again. I knew, though, that he wouldn’t let me keep that up too long.
“I want to put it in my mouth,” I said.
That might not have been the sexiest way to say it, but I was new to all this, and he knew it. I waited for his response, holding my breath as he stared at me like he wasn’t quite sure what—or how—to respond.
When he didn’t reply, I climbed off him and pulled down his jeans, kneeling on top of them as they landed at his ankles. I looked up at him as I gripped his shaft and wrapped my lips around the tip. There was still a little moisture, and I was surprised to find it tasted salty.
Then I opened my mouth wider and took him in as deep as I could. I was new to this too, but instinct told me a man would like it that way. I was rewarded with a groan when I pulled up to his tip, then went back down again.
“I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer if you keep that up,” he said.
“Then don’t hold out.”
“Oh, no, that’s not how this is going to work. Get up here.”
I wasn’t sure what he had planned, but I was up for whatever he suggested. He surprised me by standing, whipping off his shirt, and removing his sneakers, along with the rest of his clothes. I sat watching, not sure whether I should keep my legs together or spread them.
I kept them together. It seemed more ladylike. But he quickly made it clear that wasn’t going to work, parting my legs with his own as he stepped between them.
Oh fuck. He was about to lick me. I wasn’t prepared for this. I’d heard about it, but I’d always worried I might giggle. Maybe it would be ticklish. Or weird.
I closed my eyes and gripped the couch cushions on either side of me, bracing myself. But he didn’t go straight for my clit. Instead, he teased me, moving his tongue over my folds then sliding a finger inside me as he’d done earlier.
By the time his tongue touched my sensitive bud, I was aching for it. But instead of feeling weird or ticklish, it sent heat raging through my body. I was aware that I could have the second orgasm of my life just minutes after the first. Two orgasms, but I’d still be a virgin. For now.
Quinn tucked his left arm under my thigh while his finger remained inside me, increasing the pressure and making my clit even more sensitive. I arched my back, my ass rising from the sofa, but he didn’t let up. He flicked his tongue back and forth, back and forth, until I was sure I was going to explode.
My orgasm came much quicker this time. My heart was pounding, my breath came fast, and my entire body tingled from head to toe.
I lifted my hips upward, my butt rising off the couch for a second time. He didn’t stop me like before, though. He just followed me up…up…up…until I lowered my butt to the cushion again.
By the time I opened my eyes, he was pushing himself to his feet. But instead of lowering himself and plunging inside me, he held his hands out to me, making it clear he was going to help me to my feet.
Only when I was standing did it hit me that we were both naked. And his erection seemed longer and thicker than ever. It was no surprise, considering all we’d done, that he’d be that hard, but it still filled me with exhilaration, knowing that I was the one who’d caused that. I’d gotten him that turned on.
This was where I expected him to lead me to the bedroom. He’d lay me out on the bed and slide into me. But instead, he pulled me into a kiss, his lips pressed against mine as he moved backward, taking me with him.
Finally, he spun me around, still kissing me, and pressed me against the wall between the front door and the window. On the other side of this wall, life was going on as planned. Cars were probably driving by. People were watching TV and enjoying their evening—resting up before heading off to bed.
Not us, though. I had my legs wrapped around the waist of a sexy lumberjack, and his erection was just inches from my very wet pussy.
I didn’t want to weigh him down, but he was so strong, I had a feeling he could handle my weight with very little effort. He hauled tree trunks around for a living, after all. What amazed me most was that he didn’t break the kiss as he held me up with only the wall to pick up some of the burden. Our tongues tangled, our breaths coming fast and hard as he positioned himself to enter.
But suddenly, he pulled back, his tip just outside my entrance. “I have protection,” he said. “It might be a little outdated. It’s in my drawer. I haven’t, you know, in a while.”
“I’m safe,” I said. “And I’m on birth control. So no worries about me getting pregnant.”
His expression changed as I said that word—a brief flicker of something in his eyes. Surprise? Disappointment? I couldn’t quite put a finger on it.
But he gave a small nod and returned to neutral, making it tough to dwell on it—especially since at that moment, he nudged inside. Just a little. Not much.
“Does that hurt?” he asked, going a little deeper.
I shook my head. “Keep going. It feels…”
“A little deeper?”
I nodded, then resumed the kiss to keep further questions away. He’d worry about me the whole time we were doing this, but I was determined to push through. This was about losing my virginity. A little pain was necessary. I’d already had two rounds of pleasure. This time was all about him.
It was clear he still put me first, though—staying close to the entrance as he moved faster and faster. I was the one who pushed him in deeper, eager to feel him fully buried inside me and to know that if my hymen had been intact before tonight, it wouldn’t be anymore.
He moaned against my mouth and finally broke the kiss, lowering his head. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were squeezed shut. Watching him made the pain easier to take. I was giving him pleasure just as he’d given me minutes earlier, and soon, this would feel good to both of us. That made every second of pain worth it.
Finally, he gasped, sucking in air. His movements slowed. He was coming. I knew it as surely as I knew that those strong arms would hold me up, no matter what.
When his eyes finally opened, I saw something deeper than sexual attraction. He had actual feelings for me. And I had feelings for him.
And that was when, for the first time, fear set in. What the hell was I doing? I’d just given my virginity to a man who lived six hours from me. I’d made that drive today, and I didn’t want to make it every weekend to see him. Okay, so I’d do it, but it wasn’t something I could keep up for years.
What was my plan? Did I really want to give up everything and move here? What if it didn’t work out?
Panic filled me. He must have sensed it because his expression changed. Worry lines formed on his forehead. It was the most extreme expression shift I’d seen since meeting him.
“Is something wrong?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No, but I probably should be getting home. It’s late, and I’m tired.”
That was when his expression changed to one I hadn’t seen before. It was this steely, stone-cold look that told me he’d just blocked my access to his heart.
I couldn’t blame him. He probably sensed I was about to break it. I needed time to think, though.
He set me down, gently settling me on the floor. I didn’t want him to think I didn’t have feelings for him. I just couldn’t figure out how to make this work.
One thing I did know—I couldn’t just go hang out in the cabin next to him for two weeks. No, I had to leave, and I had to leave soon. I had to put six hours between us if I had any hope of flushing this man from my heart.