Ten
QUINN
Wade held my hand as we travelled along the highway, toward the resort and the cabin he’d been staying in.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off him as he focused on navigating the winding road out of Hartwood Bay.
For the first time, I was looking at him and no longer keeping him at a distance.
I didn’t need to hide how much I wanted him, because he wanted me, too.
My brain started to catch up with my hormones, realising that we’d gone from zero to a thousand within minutes—and I was totally fine with it. If I did it with any other date, it would be too fast, but this was Wade; this moment was years in the making, and our bodies were playing catch up.
The tree-lined road into the resort seemed to stretch for miles as Wade rocketed along.
In any other circumstance, this would be the time that the nerves would kick in, but what I was feeling was not nervous.
Not a negative thought crossed my mind. I couldn’t wait to find out what Wade was hiding under those jeans, to see if the feel of his skin on mine felt as good as I’d always imagined.
The gravel kicked up as Wade steered his car roughly along the road and into the resort.
He parked haphazardly out front of the cabin, running to open my door, pulling me up into an embrace, and kissed me hungrily.
We stumbled toward his cabin, his lips leaving mine only long enough to unlock the door, drag me inside, and slam me against the door.
His lips returned to mine, his body pressing into me. My leg wrapped around his, and he lifted me, rubbing his hard cock against my core. I chased the friction, desperate for more. It felt as though our foreplay had already been going on for over a decade. I needed him inside me.
“Is this enough passion for you?” Wade growled in my ear.
“Yes…but too many clothes,” I said, clawing at his shirt, his jeans, any fabric covering that tanned and muscular body underneath.
“Couldn’t agree more.” He lowered my legs to the ground and grabbed the hem of my dress, lifting it over my head before I had any time to overthink. His eyes darkened as he stepped back to take me in, his focus roaming from my heavy chest, to my round hips, and my thick thighs.
“Fuck, Quinn. I could come in my pants seeing you like this.” He palmed his cock through his jeans. “Can you turn for me?”
I slowly turned around, arching my back to emphasise the globes of my ass and how the white, lace g-string framed my generous rump.
Shivers ran up my spine. I was hyperaware of his heated gaze roaming over my body.
As my spin ended, Wade rushed forward again, his hands exploring my curves as he kissed and licked my neck.
He flicked open the clasp of my bra and stepped back far enough to let it fall free, his hands and mouth quickly finding my full breasts.
“I need to taste every inch of you, then I need to make a meal of your sweet pussy until you’re calling my name.
Is that okay with you?” I knew what he was doing, and it just turned me on more.
He was being his sweet, lovable self, checking in with me, gaining my consent, but also knowing that I needed to feel his passion, his raw desire.
“Yessss!” I called out as his teeth grazed my nipple, sucking it into his mouth as his deft fingers toyed with the other one. “But I need you naked, too.”
“As you wish,” he said, pulling his shirt over his head, his muscles rippling with the movement. My breath caught in my throat; his body was a work of art. I’d seen him shirtless before—hell, half the internet had, but this time the view was just for me.
His shirt landed on the floor as my hands found his arms again. I planned to trace all of those tempting tattoos with my tongue, but first I needed to help him with his buckle.
He kissed me as we fumbled with his pants.
My pebbled nipples brushed lightly against his chest, flooding me with want.
I slipped my hand into his briefs impatiently, grabbing his thick cock and dropping to my knees, taking his pants halfway down his legs.
He was already rock hard, and being this close to his dick made me needy.
I slid my tongue along the shaft until I reached his balls, toying with them and leaving open-mouth kisses.
Wade made incoherent murmurs and groans as I gripped his base, lining the head up with my lips. I licked his leaking seed from the tip before swallowing him down, pumping with my hand, moaning as his hands caressed my hair. Feeling his grip tighten, he gently pushed me off him.
“I need you to stop, Quinn,” Wade pleaded. “Watching your thick, red lips wrapped around my cock is enough to make me want to come, and I can’t be the one who comes first.”
Standing at my full height, my hands danced along his skin. Knowing I drove him this wild was a rush.
“Get on the bed, on your hands and knees,” he rasped. I liked this bossier side of him. As he pushed his pants off the rest of the way, I climbed on the bed, giving my ass what I hoped was a sexy little shake.
“Time for dessert,” Wade growled as his hands snaked along my calves and up my thigh.
Then I felt his open-mouth kisses on the cheeks of my ass, and my nipples tightened.
I was splayed out for him, completely exposed, and I had never felt more desired, more wired with need.
I prayed things would work out with Wade, because I knew he was just about to ruin me for all other men.