Chapter 29
Quinn kissed her softly at first but with increasing urgency as she responded with the same sense of desperation he felt.
As he kissed her, he raised her shirt up until he had to stop kissing her to remove it.
Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra and sucked in a gasp when her hands brushed against his abdomen as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.
He kicked them off, no longer giving a shit if she saw his leg or any other part of him, for that matter. She made him so crazy with desire that he couldn’t be bothered worrying about things that now seemed trivial when stacked up against his need for her.
“Sit,” she said, giving his chest a gentle push.
He did as she asked and watched as she knelt to remove his pants and boxers, working them carefully over his leg. “On or off?” she asked of the prosthetic.
“Off,” he said, and leaned back to watch her move quickly and efficiently to remove it.
What would’ve been inconceivable to him only a week ago was now no big deal, thanks in large part to the matter-of-fact way she approached his disability.
She didn’t care that he was an amputee, so why should he? “Hey.”
She looked up at him with big brown eyes that just did it for him.
“Thank you.”
Her brows furrowed. “For what?”
He gestured to his leg. “For making it no big deal.”
“It is no big deal to me. I get why it is to you, but when I look at you, that’s the very last thing I think of.”
“You have no idea how much that means to me.” He encouraged her to stand and removed her white shorts, leaving her in only a pair of tiny white panties. “Mmm, so sexy.”
“You like them? I stopped by Tiffany’s store yesterday.”
“I love them. I’ll have to stop by there myself to see what else she has that would look good on you.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and Quinn nuzzled her belly, loving the way she trembled in his arms. “I’m supposed to be doing all the work.”
Quinn released her and fell backward onto the bed. “Don’t let me stop you.”
“Scoot up to the pillows.”
He arranged himself to her liking and waited with breathless anticipation to see what she would do.
For the longest time, she only looked at him, her hungry gaze making him so hard, he ached.
Then she placed her hands on his inner thighs, making him nearly launch off the bed and then groan with frustration when she moved them up, making a wide circle around his groin.
Laughing softly, she continued her journey up to his abdomen and chest, leaning forward so her soft breasts pressed against his erection as she kissed the fading bruises on his ribs.
“You’re torturing me, but of course you know that.”
She looked up at him, the picture of innocence. “What am I doing?”
He released a sound that was part laugh, part groan. “Feel free to move things along.”
“Like this?” she asked, kissing a path straight down the center of him until her lips were a heartbeat away from the head of his cock.
Quinn held his breath, anticipating her next move.
She ran her tongue over the full length of him and then wrapped her hand tight around the base as she took him into the heat of her mouth.
Fucking hell…
She took him deep while continuing to stroke him.
He gripped handfuls of her silky hair, holding on for dear life. “Babe, hang on… Mall— Mallory… Fuck…” Ignoring his warnings, she stroked him to a searing release that made him cry out from the power of it.
Brutus began howling in the next room, which made them both laugh.
“He thinks I’m hurting you.”
With his hands still buried in her long hair, he sat up to kiss her. “I love when you do all the work.”
“You’ve only begun to see my bag of tricks.”
“I’m not sure I’ll survive this.”
Mallory glanced down at his cock, which was still hard even after the epic orgasm. “We’ll see about that.” She straddled him, the heat of her sex against his cock as the silky panties rubbed him until he was as hard as he’d been before. “I thought he might agree with my way of thinking.”
“He’s a slave to your way of thinking.”
She laughed, and watching her as she moved so seductively on top of him, her breasts swaying, her face flushed from desire, he couldn’t contain the emotions she roused in him.
Taking hold of her hands, he brought them to his lips, kissing one and then the other. He looked up at her. “I love you, Mallory.”
She faltered, and he took advantage of the opening to tug her down on top of him, wrapping his arms around her. “You…” Her voice faltered.
“Love you.”
“I love you, too.”
They stared at each other for a long, charged moment in which everything inside him settled, finally. Years of turmoil and hard work to put his life back together had led to her, and he couldn’t be happier to have found her.
“I want to be inside you more than I want my next breath,” he whispered.
She trembled in his arms. “Let me go so I can make that happen.”
He released her and watched as she removed the tiny scrap of fabric that stood between them. Then she stopped his heart when she straddled him and made quick work of giving him what he’d said he wanted.
Holy shit… He squeezed her buttocks as she began to move, taking him quickly to the edge of madness. Eager to slow things down, he sat up and drew her nipple into his mouth while anchoring her hips with his arm tight around her.
“Quinn,” she gasped.
Her internal muscles fluttered madly, squeezing him so tightly, he saw stars. He stopped trying to fight it and let her go so she could ride him until they came together. His fingers dug into the flesh on her hips as he rode the waves of release.
She came down on top of him, and he gathered her up, holding her as their bodies twitched and cooled.
“Holy cow,” she whispered.
“Mmm, seriously.”
Her lips moved softly on his chest, right above the heart that beat for her. “Quinn?”
“Hmm?”
“About that job you offered me.”
He hadn’t been expecting that, not now anyway. “What about it?”
“If the offer is still on the table—”
“It is.”
“Then I’d like to accept.”
“Really?”
She nodded. “I talked to my uncle Kevin about it, and he made a good point. If it doesn’t work out, I can go anywhere I want with the credentials I have. We’re both professionals, and we can separate our work life and our personal life.”
He held her tight, his heart full from knowing she was going to stay after the summer, that they would live and work together to make a go of the facility—and their relationship. “It’s going to be great, and you’re not going anywhere. I need you far too much here with me.”
She raised her head off his chest and gazed into his eyes. “So we’re really going to do this, huh?”
“We’re really going to do it.” Holding her tight, he rolled them over so he was on top. “Starting right now.”