Chapter 13 #2
“You are.” All signs of humor and teasing were gone when he zeroed in on her lips. “You’re also gorgeous and sexy and funny and smart.”
Mallory was so incredibly drawn to him, despite his past, despite the worrisome things he’d shared with her about his sex addiction, despite everything her better judgment might be telling her.
She reached for him and brought him down to her, drawing him into a sexy, tongue-twisting kiss that quickly went from just another kiss to hands moving frantically, legs intertwining and bodies pressed tightly together.
Something had been decided between them in the last few minutes.
What, she wasn’t entirely sure yet, but it felt like it had the potential to be monumental.
She hadn’t expected anything quite like that when she accepted his invitation to dinner and then sailing, but it was happening nonetheless, and she wasn’t exactly trying to stop it as she sent her hands on a greedy quest under his T-shirt.
He sucked in a deep breath when her hands connected with his skin and then quickly recovered his mojo with deeper, hotter, more intense kisses.
His hand coasted over her ribs to cup her breast, his thumb rubbing her already hard nipple until it ached.
Right when she was about to beg him to do that under her shirt rather than on top of it, he got the message, his hand moving fast to dip under her shirt and up to caress her breast. “Ah, damn, no bra?”
“It’s built into the shirt.”
“Best. Shirt. Ever.”
Mallory’s laugh quickly became a moan when his talented fingers went to work on her already rigid nipple as he pressed his erection against her belly. Was she really prepared to throw all caution to the wind and let this play out to its natural conclusion?
He squeezed her nipple.
Hell, yes, she was prepared for all sorts of natural conclusions.
Then he was lifting her shirt over her head and replacing his fingers on her nipple with his equally talented lips.
She could barely breathe as he worshiped her breasts, moving from one side to the other, as if that was the destination rather than a stop off on a much more significant journey.
He seemed perfectly content to stay right there, to torment her with his lips and tongue and even his teeth. God…
She grabbed a handful of his thick hair and held on for dear life while he kept up the sensuous torture. “Quinn,” she gasped, “you’re making me crazy.”
“Am I?”
“You know you are.”
“What could I do to make you feel better?”
Incredulous, Mallory raised a brow. “Do I really have to spell it out?”
“A little direction would be welcome.”
She reached for his hand and put it between her legs.
“Ohhh, third base. I’m a big fan of third base.”
Even though she was insanely aroused, she couldn’t stop the laugh he drew from her. “You’re funny.”
“Not usually. That’s your influence.”
Her heart gave a little jolt, knowing he’d had little to laugh about in recent years. “I’m glad to give you a reason to laugh.”
His fingers found the heart of her desire and began to caress her through her jeans. “You do. I laugh more and smile more with you than I have with anyone in far too long.”
“If you keep saying things like that to me, I’m going to forget that we’re supposed to be having casual fun here.”
“What would happen then?”
“I might get attached to you.”
“I’d be okay with that.”
Mallory closed her eyes and released a deep breath. “I’m afraid of getting too involved when I don’t know for sure where I’ll be in a few months.”
“You said this is the Summer of Mallory, right?”
“That’s the plan.”
“Maybe it could be the Summer of Mallory and Quinn?”
“That could get messy.”
A dirty smile unfolded slowly across his handsome face.
“Stop! You know what I mean.”
He tugged at the button to her jeans and drew the zipper down slowly, going for maximum effect—or that was how it seemed to her. Laying his hand flat on her abdomen, he said, “What do you say? Should our summer of fun start now?”
How was she supposed to make a decision like that when his hand was so perilously close to the place that throbbed with desire for him?
Without moving his hand, he drew her nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking on the tip until Mallory arched into him, all but begging him to make the next move.
He didn’t disappoint. He yanked her pants down and drove his hand inside her panties, nearly finishing her off before he ever touched her.
Then he made it better by actually touching her and proving he knew what he was doing.
Mallory grasped his arm, her fingernails sinking into his skin while he kept up the suction on her nipple and coaxed her to an orgasm that had her crying out and thankful there was no one around to hear her—except him, of course.
Her pleasure came to a sudden halt when Brutus landed on top of them, knocking the air from her lungs at a critical moment.
“Damn it, Brutus,” Quinn said, removing his hand from between her legs to fend off the excited puppy. “Your timing sucks.”
Mallory laughed even as she gasped for air. “He shouldn’t be able to make that jump yet.”
“There’s a lot of things he shouldn’t be able to do,” Quinn said with a scowl for the dog, who yipped playfully at him. “Spoiled brat.” Looking down at Mallory, he said, “Sorry about that.”
“No apology necessary.” She glanced at Brutus and then at Quinn. “Is there any chance he might take another nap?”
“Not for a while.”
She could see the genuine regret in the way his mouth twisted with displeasure. Letting her gaze travel down the front of him to the bulge in his pants, she licked her lips and then looked up at him again. “I guess I’ll just have to owe you one, then.”
His eyes heated with desire. “I guess you will.”
Mallory pulled her pants up and tried to find her shirt.
He took her by surprise when he cupped her breast and dragged his thumb over her nipple. That was all it took to restart her recently satisfied libido.
Brutus whined and then barked.
Moaning, Quinn dropped his head to Mallory’s chest. “That means he has to pee.”
While laughing at his distress, she caressed his hair. “Your baby needs you.”
“My baby is a pain in my ass.” Quinn found her shirt and handed it to her, his regret apparent. “Come on, Brutus. I’ll take you to the beach.” At the word “beach,” Brutus leaped off the bunk and headed outside. “You want to come?”
“You guys go ahead. I’ll stay here.”
He gave her a quick kiss. “Be right back.”