CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
QUINN
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Noah closes the door behind us and leans against it. The past few hours have been crazy, and we are both exhausted.
“Shower,” he says and rips his shirt off.
I blink.
“Quinn, I had my face between your legs last night.”
“I know, I just...”
He steps toward me, prowling, and my body reacts, wanting him to ravish me.
Finally.
He’s alive.
Safe.
Mine. For tonight.
Then we both have to talk and face reality. To have the discussion, we should have had the night I left him at his going-away party. I owed him that.
After everything we’ve been through.
From the moment I laid eyes on Noah Jenkins, I thought he was gorgeous. I admired how he was with the platoon, how he treated me with respect despite our unspoken chemistry, and how I was treated by the likes of Tyrell.
I remember hearing he was dating someone and refusing to look him in the eye for weeks. I know he knew.
I truly have loved this man for so long, I don’t see myself feeling this way for anyone else. Life is chasing me, what with Jeannie getting married and now pregnant, and Noah moving away.
Who am I?
What am I choosing for my life, and what will that create if I’m going to only spend one night with Noah? But loving him and being with him would prove everything my father has ever said about me right, and I don’t know if I can live with that.
What if he’s the guy you should spend your life with? Hear me out, Quinn. Your career is important, and I respect that, but have you ever wondered if it’s too important?
My best friend’s words come back to me, and in this moment, I can’t disagree with her. Confessing my love is one thing, but suddenly being with Noah as his girlfriend, or more, that might be more than I give him.
I lift my arms as Noah pulls my sweatshirt over my head. It leaves me in a tight tank with no bra. His eyes and nostrils flare as he cups my breast.
I let out a moan.
“We’re taking it slow,” he rasps, and rips my top off.
“That didn’t feel slow.”
His lips twitch. “Lift your foot.”
My pink sleep shorts, which are ripped in places, disappear and are flung across the room.
“Guess I’ll be wearing a towel back to my building.”
“You assume I’m letting you leave.” He thumbs my nipple, and a groan escapes me.
“Noah,”
“Quinn. Fuck, you are gorgeous.”
I rip at his shirt when I realize he’s fully clothed. I can’t believe I’m going to see my commanding officer, the one I have lusted after for years, naked.
Every ripped inch of him.
He reaches over his head and tosses the shirt away, then unzips his jeans.
I bite my lip and watch as his hard cock slaps against his tattooed six-pack.
Holy shit.
His bare chest I’ve seen before, but fully naked, seeing Noah as the powerful warrior that he is, has my brain spinning.
“Breathe.”
I begin to tremble, and he reaches for my fingers, tugging me as he steps closer. Our bodies press together, a white heat merging with the lust that is ever there.
“Shower,” Noah reaches down and scoops me up into his arms.
I don’t argue; I simply loop my arms around his neck and close my eyes. He’s so big and masculine, and I can’t believe I’m finally letting this happen.
When he drops me to my feet and turns the water on, his mouth takes mine. Somehow, he maneuvers us under the water and with two hands he brushes the water over my forehead and hair.
“Take my cock,” he orders with a low, rich voice.
Doing as he asks, I glide my hand over the long, thick shaft and watch as he draws in a deep breath. He cups my breast and threads his other hand through my hair.
“Faster. Tighter.”
Then I feel my leg lifted and his fingers are finding my sex.
Oh god.
It all feels so good. I don’t know about going slow; I need him inside me right now. Then he penetrates me with his finger, leaning down to accommodate his size and height.
“Keep going. I like feeling your hand around my cock.”
“I want—”
“I know what you want. What you need. What you have always needed,” he rasps. “When I sink my cock inside you, Quinn, you need to know that you belong to me.”
My breath hitches, and something in my heart tightens.
This is it.
Then he lifts me, and my pussy is pressed against his length. Nothing in this world could stop us, and I don’t want it to.
“Goddamn it, my shower has a shelf,” Noah curses, pushing me into the wall.
“You got this, big boy,” I tease, despite the urgency we both face.
“You’re very heavy.” By some magic his cock is at my entrance.
I laugh and groan simultaneously at his teasing.
Then his hips shunt upwards, and his thick shaft enters me.
“Oh God.”
“Hold on.” Noah palms the wall, his other bicep doing all the work as I grip his shoulders and cling to him with my thighs.
“More, more, go harder,” I cry, and oh my God, he does.
Slamming into me, his eyes on me like a wild predator, all talk of going slow flies out the window. Our moans fill the shower, and all I see is Noah, all I feel is his huge penis filling me, pleasuring me and hitting that spot that’s about to make me scream.
Then what?
Then the talking will start, and I don’t yet have the answers he seeks.