Chapter 4
4
QUINN
T he most beautiful woman I’d ever seen wanted me to kiss her. No way could I turn her down.
I’d been battling this extreme attraction the entire time we’d sat here. It had been tough enough when we were on separate ends of the couch, but bringing out my laptop had only made it tougher.
She sat just inches from me, our bodies not touching but our arms separated by what had to be millimeters at times. It had taken everything in me not to lean to the right just a little, putting my arm directly against hers.
But now she’d shifted and was facing me, and the look on her face seemed to dare me. What are you going to do? Are you going to go for it?
I’d never been one to pass up a dare. I definitely wasn’t going to start now.
I turned slightly to make it easier for both of us. I’d barely shifted when I put my arm around her and pulled her toward me, not wanting to waste another second.
She seemed to feel the same. Her lips met mine hungrily, and she groaned against my mouth as she wiggled closer to me. Our legs were in the way, though. It was tough to get closer.
I should take her to bed. Any second now, I’d suggest it. But no, she’d said she’d never been with a man before. I had to take things slowly.
When her hands started roaming over my chest, it was harder than ever to hold back. She was definitely tempting me.
Suddenly, she pulled away, and I sucked in a breath at the sudden ache that rolled through my body. She was backing out of this. That was no surprise. She’d want to take things slowly too.
But instead, her gaze lowered to my jeans. She reached between us and began unfastening them.
“Whoa,” I said, already kicking myself for stopping her. “Are you sure you want…?”
“Positive,” she said, lifting her gaze to me. “I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you.”
Those words were music to my ears. In fact, I’d never heard anything better. I could die right now, and I’d die a happy man.
With a devilish grin, she returned to unfastening my jeans. I should stop her. I should insist on pleasuring her first. But I was curious what she’d do next. And, truth be told, I didn’t want to do anything that would get in the way of this happening.
She had my jeans unbuttoned and the zipper down in seconds. When she lifted her gaze to me, I knew what she wanted me to do. I rose up just enough to pull down my pants and underwear, making my raging erection all too clear.
Yep, no hiding what she was doing to me now. But I eyed her with concern. I didn’t want to scare her off.
If no man had ever seen her naked, I assumed she’d never seen a man naked—not in person, anyway. Had she expected this? Did she like it? Or would my size intimidate her?
“That’s bigger than normal,” she said, as if she could read my mind.
I shrugged. “I guess. Is that a problem? You know, with you being a virgin and all?”
She hadn’t used that exact word yet, but now it was out in the open. She was twenty-three. Hunter had told me that much. It still seemed hard to believe that she’d gone all this time without a man succeeding in getting her into bed.
But what was more surprising was that she was giving this gift to me—a man she’d just met. I definitely didn’t feel worthy. But I’d do everything I could to honor that trust.
“Can I touch it?” she asked.
“You can do anything you want, darling.”
Did that sound cheesy? I didn’t care. It was straight from the heart. Plus, I liked calling her darling. I’d never used a term like that with a woman before. Now was a good time to start.
And yes, this definitely could qualify as dating. I planned to take her on dates, to shower her with attention—basically do everything I could to make her fall in love with me.
My cheesiness didn’t seem to bother her. I’d be surprised if she even noticed. Her full attention was on my erection, which was impossible to ignore, considering it was the only part of my body that was bared to her. My pants and underwear were stuck around my thighs and my T-shirt stopped only inches from my shaft.
That added a layer of sexiness to this. It seemed naughty. Like two young people, sneaking around and hoping we wouldn’t be caught but too hot for each other to stop.
“I just wrap my hand around it like this?” she asked, looking me in the eye.
Oh, fuck. This was getting hotter by the second.
I nodded and waited, my breaths coming in dramatic spurts. I was surprised I could breathe at all at this point.
She kept her eyes on me as she wrapped her hand around my cock. Then she slowly stroked downward, going all the way to the base.
Her gaze lowered and her head tilted slightly as she moved her other hand toward me. With that hand, she swiped her thumb over my tip, spreading a bead of moisture that had formed there and rubbing it in slow circles.
“I think it just moved,” she said, looking up at me again.
The discovery in her expression just about did me in. But I held it together, thinking of anything but what she was doing to me. Sports scores. What I had for dinner. The joke someone told at the job site today. Anything but the feel of her hand sliding up and down my shaft.
Okay. This had to stop.
“Take off your shirt,” I said. “I want to see you.”
She tilted her head again, those eyebrows jumping slightly, then lowering. “You already did.”
But she released me and reached for her shirt—a plain pink cotton T-shirt. She shoved it up over her head, revealing a matching pink bra that barely held her enormous breasts.
“Fuck,” I said before I could stop myself.
It was just too much. She was too much. I couldn’t believe someone this perfect existed.
“What?” she asked.
The frown that took over her face told me my mistake. She hadn’t taken my profane outburst as a good thing. How could she even think that?
“You’re gorgeous,” I said.
Even that word didn’t cover it. I couldn’t think of a single word in the English language that described what I was seeing right now. She shifted into a smile, and it was like the sun coming out after a lifetime of rain.
She reached behind her and unclasped the bra, shimmying it down her arms and letting it fall. I refrained from another profanity, just staring at her face after briefly lowering my gaze to take in two large, pink-tipped breasts.
“You can touch,” she said.
Yes, this definitely was like a youthful make-out session on a couch. The type where people tried to get away with things. Experimenting. The thing was, I was pretty sure she was playing it up too. And if this was what turned her on, I’d do it all day, every day.
Going along with the game, I reached both hands out and cupped her breasts. It felt awkward from this angle. It’d be easier if she was facing the other direction, but then I couldn’t see them. And I would miss the way her eyes went heavy-lidded as my thumbs skimmed her nipples.
I leaned forward and kissed her, but my tongue barely slid past her lips when her hand wrapped around my cock again. Two could play at that game. I slid both hands down and unfastened her shorts.
That was when she broke the kiss and pushed away from me a little, standing to pull down her shorts and underwear. They fell to the floor, leaving her completely naked—aside from her tennis shoes, which she stepped out of and kicked aside.
I was just thinking about undressing when she came toward me again, straddling me—one leg on either side, pushing me back against the cushion. I was a strong man, so it would take quite a shove to force me, but I went all too willingly.
My hands settled on her ass as her head lowered to continue our kiss from seconds ago. She ran her hands over my bare arms, up to where my short sleeves covered them, making me aware that I still wore far too many clothes.
But if she didn’t mind, I didn’t either. Although it sure as hell would be nice to feel those tits against my bare chest.
By the time she decided to explore beneath my shirt, I was ready to do some exploring myself. I ran my hands up her thighs, my thumbs skimming the insides. My right hand reached the top of her inner thigh before my left even came close. I skimmed over the top of her thigh, teasing her, as she moaned against my mouth, letting me know my touch was having the desired effect.
I continued teasing her, moving my thumb along the outside of her pussy and making my way to her folds. I started to go straight for her clit, but I wanted to test her wetness, so I shifted my hand and slid my index finger inside her.
This time, I was the one who moaned. She was so wet, and all for me. I moved my finger in and out a few times, not going too deep, and her hips began gyrating in response.
She hadn’t seen anything yet.
Leaving my finger in place, I centered my thumb on her swollen nub, noting that it was slick too. That really got her hips going.
Finally, she had to break the kiss. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted. It was the fucking sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her creamy skin. Her large, pebbled nipples arching toward me, begging me to take one in my mouth.
And that was exactly what I did.
As I continued my movements on her, I slid my tongue around each nipple. I took the right one into my mouth as I shifted my left hand back to palm her breast.
“Oh yeah,” she said. “Keep…doing…that.”
Those last three words came with long pauses between them. She seemed to be trying to catch her breath. But I liked taking her breath. In fact, I was looking forward to a workout of my own once she was fully satisfied.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
She uttered the words like a chant as she moved on my hand. I finally had to close my eyes to shut out the sight of her—back arched, her chest rising and falling, nipples pointed toward me, begging for my mouth again.
But I was focused on making her come. That was my only goal in life right now. And we were getting closer and closer and closer.
“Oh…oh…oh…oh… ohhhhhhh .”
That last oh was drawn out so long, I had no doubt she was coming. But I didn’t let up. I waited until she’d completely gone still. Only then did I stop moving my hand and open my eyes to look at her.
As she stared down at me, there was more than heat in her eyes. This was the look of a woman who was falling in love. Normally, it would scare the ever-loving crap out of me, but not with Rachel.
No, with Rachel, the feeling was mutual. I couldn’t say how, but I knew she was the woman I was going to spend the rest of my life with.