Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Collin walked into his room to find Quinn standing as a vision of beauty in his colors.
His heart quickened at the sight, and his cock strained against his jeans.
It wasn’t just the dress she was wearing that took his breath away— although her breasts were a sight—it was the stunning woman in the dress.
A smile split her lips even as her creamy flesh called to be kissed.
Her red hair was curled and styled on her head, and she was a vision.
“I look hot, right?” She smiled.
He couldn’t answer. His breath was stolen, but not his resolve. Instead, he kicked the door closed with his boot and crossed the room to her, pressing his lips to hers in a deep, soul-searing kiss of approval.
Collin slipped the clip in her hair free, letting the soft red tendrils fall down her back. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She gave him a saucy wink. “We’re going to be late.”
“Aye, that we are.” Collin bunched the silky material in his hands and lifted the fabric up her thighs in search of the gold hidden beneath. Cupping her cheeks, he lifted her bare ass onto the dresser, making sure not to ruin the dress. Pressing his legs between her thighs, he moved in closer.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered against her chest as he kissed each mound. She popped the buttons on his jeans and unzipped them. Her warm hand stroked his length, making a guttural groan slip free.
“It’s the dress, isn’t it?” she asked with a wicked smile playing on her lips.
“No, luv.” Collin placed his palm on her cheek. “It’s the woman in the dress.”
“Right answer.” She pulled him closer and positioned his cock between her folds.
The vixen wasn’t even wearing a thong. She was wet and ready. If he could have lowered her corset with his teeth, he would have loved to suck the sweet berries that were hidden beneath. The damn thing wouldn’t budge.
“You can play later,” she whispered in his ear before nibbling.
He slid inside her tight sheath, seating himself to the hilt. Her head lulled back, and her eyes closed, even as her fingernails dug into his skin. She wanted this as much as he wanted to give it to her. “Ah…luv, you feel so good.”
Collin’s hands slid up her thighs, stopping when he found a single barrier on her right leg. He lifted the skirt higher to see. The emerald-encrusted knife was inside the sleeve, and the sight made his cock twitch.
“You like that?”
He slid out and thrust inside her again.
“Oh fuck me.” She moaned. “You keep doing that, and I’ll wear it later while I’m naked.”
Her promise spurred on his primal passion. Visions of her naked in his bed, wearing nothing more than a weapon strapped to her creamy thigh, made his balls tighten in anticipation.
He moved his hand to her small bud. He wasn’t going to last long.
Not with the way her body was clenching him tight.
Her need spiraled his to new heights. He swirled her clit with his finger as he moved inside her, taking her with every fiber of his being.
His muscles clenched as sweat beaded his brow.
Her channel tightened, pulling him over the edge.
He pressed on her bud and took them both over the edge as he soaked her with his seed.
He stayed inside her. The rise and fall of her chest matched his own as they slowed. He placed a tender kiss on her lips. “Donae move.”
She smiled. “Are you telling me what to do?”
Collin moved the dress to where she was holding it in her hands.
“I donae want you to ruin your dress. Donae move until I clean you up.”
Collin pulled his boxers up and refastened his jeans before going to the bathroom and returning with a washcloth to clean her up. The move was as intimate as when he’d been inside of her. If he didn’t hurry, he’d be hard and taking her again, and they’d never get to the party.
Collin lifted her off the dresser, letting her soft curves slide down his body, kissing her lips when she was on her feet. “Give me fifteen minutes and we’ll go down together.”
“Take your time. It’s going to take longer than fifteen minutes for me to get my hair back up in that clip.”
“You should wear it down. You look like an angel.” He winked, unable to walk away. He kissed her plump lips again before getting in the shower.
Quinn Thatcher was growing on him. The American had not only returned his family’s emerald but she'd also chipped away at his guarded heart. He couldn’t deny that he was falling for her.
The thought of her leaving left a sour taste in his mouth.
He didn’t wish her pilot ill, but hoped he’d take a bit longer to recover.
Collin dressed in his kilt and stepped out of the room to find Quinn sitting on the bed.
The news article that had been inside his desk was in her hands, and his heart stopped.
“Where did you get that?” He knew the answer, yet still he asked.
“It was stuck to the wall in my bedroom this morning.” She handed it to him. The picture in the article had her eyes cut out and a red mark across her throat. Someone had altered the picture he’d tucked away.
Collin’s entire body tensed as he crinkled the paper in his hands. “Someone’s been in my office.”
“What?” She bolted up. “You knew? Why didn’t you say anything?” Quinn crossed her arms beneath her breasts, lifting them even higher.
She snapped her fingers and pointed to her eyes. “Answer me.”
“It was no’ important. Did you expect me no’ to know who was staying beneath my roof? Besides, the article says you dinnae know he was going to die.”
“I did know.” Her face pinked as she narrowed her eyes.
“I knew the precise moment he was going to die. It was the only premonition I’ve ever had.
I can’t explain how I knew; I just did, and I warned him.
For weeks, I begged him to cancel his trip and not get on the plane.
I tried everything I could to stop him, but he wouldn’t listen.
He thought I was crazy. He didn’t understand, and he left, and just like in my vision; his plane ended up on the side of a mountain. ”
Collin’s heart ached for the pain in Quinn’s eyes. The vulnerability she was gifting to him was rare and contradicted the strength she portrayed.
He cupped her cheek and rested his forehead against hers. “I promise you that I will always listen and believe you no matter how crazy you sound.”
“Someone is trying to kill me.” Her voice wavered.
“Aye, and I willnae let them.”
“I willnae let them,” she echoed with a Scottish lilt. The resolve returned to her voice, the vulnerability she’d just showed replaced with determination, and that scared him worse.
Collin put on his boots and watched her in the mirror as she fastened the ruby to her dress. It didn’t matter that the ruby was Ian’s colors, but the reason why she’d put it on did matter. She was trying to anger a killer.
Bending her over the dresser, and taking her from behind until she agreed to take it off, might have entered his mind, but even then, he knew his victory would be short-lived. She’d find a way around her promise. Better to do it with him at her side than on her own.
“Ian will be pleased you’re wearing his color.”
Quinn rolled her eyes and met Collin’s gaze in the reflection. “We both know why I’m wearing it, but I’m more a green kind of girl.”
He stood from the bed and held out his hand. “Good answer.”