Chapter 9 #2
“So beautiful,” he whispered hoarsely, his lips poised over her clitoris. “All these years. All these years.”
He lifted those glittering eyes, his gaze locking with hers. And then he pressed his hot mouth to her engorged sex. Her hips arched off the bed as a strangled cry erupted from her throat. His hand gripped her waist, anchoring her in place, giving her no reprieve from the sensual onslaught to come.
He suckled her clit as his fingers worked inside her, thrusting with deep, erotic strokes.
Lexi twisted, dug her heels into the bed and clutched the back of his head, the silky texture of his close-cut hair rasping her palms. Soon she was groaning and shaking, shuddering from the gut-wrenching pleasure of his mouth on her.
Just when she thought she couldn’t possibly take any more without dying, he did something with his tongue, something that should be illegal in all U.S. states and territories.
Her eyes flew wide-open, and she screamed his name as waves of violent ecstasy crashed through her, racking her body with such powerful convulsions she seriously wondered whether she’d go into cardiac arrest.
Quentin gathered her against him, his expression both tender and savagely aroused as he watched her come for what seemed an eternity.
When the tremors had finally tapered off, she stared up at him with a look of astonished wonder. She’d always known he was an experienced lover, but she couldn’t have imagined the depths to which he’d master her body, making it weep.
As she watched, he slid his fingers from her vagina and slowly drew them into his mouth. The blatant carnality of the gesture sent ripples of lust charging through her belly.
“Sweetness,” he husked, holding her gaze as he sucked his wet fingers. “Sweetness.”
Lexi blushed with pleasure, his pet name for her taking on a whole new meaning.
Bending his head, he captured her mouth in a deep, provocative kiss that had her moaning as she tasted herself on his lips and tongue.
Drawing back from her, he rose to his knees and pulled down his shorts. She gasped, her eyes widening as she got her very first look at his penis. It was an absolute thing of beauty. Long, thick and honest-to-goodness huge, curving up toward his stomach.
No wonder women keep coming back for more, Lexi thought as her mouth watered and her clit tightened and throbbed with greedy anticipation.
He retrieved a foil packet from the bedside table, tore it open with his teeth and quickly rolled the condom over that bulging erection.
She quivered as he stroked his fingers between her legs, then smeared her juices over the condom.
As he slipped between her thighs, a shudder rippled through her as the engorged head of his penis nudged the slippery folds of her sex.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting him inside her.
Poised above her, his weight braced on both arms and his hands on either side of her head, Quentin gazed down at her.
The piercing, focused intensity in his eyes let her know that he recognized the profound significance of this moment.
Just one thrust of his hips would take them from friends to lovers. And there would be no turning back.
But Lexi knew that they’d long since passed the point of no return.
So she gave a slight nod, and something like relief and gratitude flashed across Quentin’s face.
They stared into each other’s eyes as he slowly pushed inside her, stretching her almost unbearably.
They shuddered and groaned in mutual ecstasy.
Slowly he sank deeper, sheathing himself to the base.
The pleasure was so sharp, so excruciatingly intense, that they shared a heated look and whispered at the same time, “Don’t come yet. ”
They both laughed, soft, shaky laughs that quickly turned into groans as Quentin began moving inside her.
She tightened her thighs around him and wrapped her arms around his back, so broad her fingers couldn’t meet in a circle.
He groaned again as she caught his rhythm, her hips surging upward to meet each deep, penetrating stroke.
“Ah, Lex. Lex, Lex,” he chanted, his low, raspy voice driving her insane. “You feel so damn incredible.”
“So do you,” she moaned.
“Is it good, sweetness?”
“Sooo good.”
As he groaned and thrust deeper, her nails raked his back and dug into the flexing muscles of his taut, round butt.
His erection was so hard it felt like hot iron wedged inside her.
Passion and hunger blazed in his eyes, matching the currents of electricity tearing through her.
No man had ever made Lexi feel this way before.
And she knew, instinctively, that no other man ever would.
Soon she was sobbing Quentin’s name and arching her back, her hips working frantically against his as he plunged and retreated.
His lips lowered to her breasts, sucking her engorged nipples until she wailed with pleasure.
They glided and rocked together, their primal cries and shouts bounding up to the high ceiling and reverberating around the large room.
Framing her face between his hands, Quentin stared down at Lexi with an expression of such fierce possession that tears swam into her eyes. “You mean everything to me,” he growled huskily. “Don’t you ever forget that.”
“I won’t,” she promised, her voice breaking with emotion. There was nothing about this night she could, or would, ever forget.
As his thrusts came harder and faster, Quentin took her mouth in a searing, ravenous kiss that shook her down to her very soul. Pressure built in her womb, a storm gathering force.
Lifting his head, he gazed deep into her eyes and whispered, “Fly with me, Lexi.”
And she did, the two of them shattering together and soaring higher than any hot-air balloon could ever take them.
Later, after another round of intense lovemaking, they lay spent in each other’s arms, sweat cooling on their bodies, their legs twined beneath the covers that Quentin had pulled up to their waists.
In quiet wonder Lexi explored him, running her hands over the hard-honed muscle that ridged his chest and abdomen.
His golden skin was rich and beautiful, as warm and smooth as granite wrapped in silk.
A faint smile touched her lips as she traced the ink outline of the Omega Psi Phi tattoo that curved around his bicep.
She remembered how proud he’d been the day he received it, remembered the way she’d teased him as she helped him clean and care for the fresh wound.
Looking up into his face, she found him watching her intently beneath the long, thick fringe of his lashes. “So much history between us,” she whispered.
His gaze softened. “I know. It’s amazing.”
“It is.” She sighed contentedly. “Do you really think friends make the best lovers?”
A lazy smile touched his lips. “I think we just proved that, don’t you?”
She blushed, burying her hot face against his chest.
He laughed, a deep, husky rumble that vibrated through her body. “Don’t get all shy on me now.”
“I’m not.” She muffled a smile against him.
She loved the way his skin smelled—a hint of spice from his cologne, mingled with a musky layer of sweat from their fevered lovemaking.
She wished that she could bottle the intoxicating scent.
She wished she could preserve everything about this incredible night.
Quentin tightened his arm around her, snuggling her closer to his warm body. As she tucked her head beneath his chin, he played with her hair, running his fingers through the short, layered strands.
“I really like your hair this way,” he murmured.
She grinned. “It grew on you, huh?”
“What do you mean? I’ve always liked it.”
“Really? I didn’t think you were too crazy about it at first. You kept staring at me funny.”
“That’s because I was in shock. It was a dramatic change.
Your hair went from here—” he drew a line just below her shoulders “—to here.” He touched the nape of her neck.
“It caught me by surprise. But I really like the haircut, Lex. It’s sexy as hell, and it brings out those stunning eyes of yours. ”
Warm pleasure tingled through her veins. She smiled against his chest. “I’m glad you feel that way. It would’ve been nice to hear this, say, a year ago, but better late than never.”
He kissed the top of her head. “I’m sorry. I thought I told you.”
“Nope.” Apparently there was a lot he hadn’t told her, she mused, remembering the story he’d shared about the first time they met. She was searching for someone, and I took one look into her eyes and hoped it was me.
For as long as she lived, she would never forget those words.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” Quentin murmured, lazily stroking a hand up and down her spine.
“What?”
“When I kissed you at the New Year’s Eve ball, you didn’t know it was me. So who did you think was kissing you?”
Her face heated at the memory. “I don’t know,” she mumbled.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know who I thought was kissing me.”
“Are you sure? Maybe you thought it was some guy you’d been flirting with all night.”
Hearing the jealous edge to his voice, Lexi laughed. “That’s right. We’d planned to meet for a secret rendezvous at the stroke of midnight. But you came along and ruined everything.”
Quentin’s hand stilled on her back. “That’s not funny, Lex.”
“Oh, relax. I’m just teasing you.” She sighed deeply.
“The truth is, I’d been feeling a bit sorry for myself that evening.
No matter how fabulous a New Year’s Eve party is, it’s easy to get lonely if you don’t have a date.
That’s why I was out on the terrace.” She hesitated, then added shyly, “When you took me into your arms and kissed me, it just seemed so romantic and exciting. What girl doesn’t fantasize about being swept off her feet by a mysterious, dashing stranger? ”
Quentin said quietly, “And then you realized it wasn’t a stranger after all.”
“Mmm.” She lifted her head and met his steady gaze. “For the record, that was the most amazing New Year’s Eve kiss I’ve ever received.”
He smiled softly, brushing his thumb across her lower lip. “I’ll never forget it. Or this night.”
Neither will I, Lexi thought as their mouths met in an achingly tender kiss. Neither will I.