At first graze, her hips rose to meet him, and her legs wrapped around his hips, her heels prodding his ass while her nails bit into his back. He eased inside her, inch by inch, struggling to hold himself back. She took all of him in with stuttered moans. Measured strokes at first, barely controlled, quickly transformed into powerful, penetrating thrusts. As he slammed into her, heat flashed and pooled at the base of his spine, and he fought the wave overtaking him.
Her body seized. She clenched and shuddered and shook around him, and he toppled over the edge and followed her with a thundering release.
Chapter 28
I’ve Never Been to This Restaurant
Sarah’s legs slid off his hips, which was when Quinn realized he was still buried deep inside her, his hands tangled in her hair, and he was panting against her neck as he floated down from unparalleled nirvana.
His synapses began firing in sync once more.
Hooooly shit!
The only way he could describe their coupling was by visualizing a space missile launch. Fire, detonation, a climb to a stratospheric height, an unimaginable explosion, ending with a softly rocking parachute ride back to the earthly plane.
One of her hands caressed his head while the other soothed his back, her touch featherlight, a counterbalance to her clawing and the heated, untamed sex they’d just shared. Fuck, he’d come faster and harder than he could ever remember—not what he’d wanted to do his first time with Sarah. He’d planned to take his time bringing her to the brink and reeling her back, making her come again and again, showing her he was capable of being a good lover, but those fantasies had been hijacked by a force he couldn’t comprehend.
Suddenly aware all his weight pressed her into the mattress, he prepared to roll off, but she held him in place and hummed, “A few more minutes.”
He obliged, sagging back on top of her, memorizing the feel of her skin against his, her body aligned with his in some wonderful kind of carnal harmony.
We’re just helping each other out started looping in his brain, followed closely by It’s just sex. His heart grew heavy.
The idiot in him wanted to ask, “How did I do?” as though he awaited some kind of ranking calculated by a panel of judges. He winced inside as he pictured how low those numbers would be and how Wolf would top him on the leader board. Fortunately, restraint was taking hold once more and saved him from opening his mouth and embarrassing himself further.
When he’d caught his breath, he planted tiny kisses along her neck and shoulder and nuzzled her hair. “I should go clean up,” he murmured, and she released him with a sigh. One look over his shoulder as he headed toward the bathroom nearly stopped him dead in his tracks because, holy fuck! She’d rolled to her stomach, knees bent and ankles crossed above her perfectly rounded ass, her stilettoed feet suspended midair. His well-used cock managed to twitch in response.
The vision was branded in his brain, and all of him hoped he’d have endless opportunities to collect more images.
“Can I take the shoes off now?” she called after him, a giggle lacing her voice.
Nuh-uh, no way!“Anything you want.”
After he’d disposed of the condom and cleaned up, it dawned on him she might want to clean up too, and he soaked a washcloth in hot water. In all the years he’d been sleeping with women, not once had this thought occurred to him.
He exited the bathroom, surprised and delighted to find Sarah hadn’t covered up. Instead, she reclined in her full naked glory, one knee up, and unabashedly tracked him as he walked toward her.
Her eyes flicked to his hand. “What’s that?”
He sank onto the mattress beside her, untwisted the cloth, and brushed it between her thighs, along her seam, over her mound.
She closed her eyes. “Oh God, that feels sooo good. Don’t stop.”
He continued his ministrations, eating up her sensual sighs. Jesus, he could get used to this. Did he have a chance?
A quick throat clear, and he blurted the unthinkable. “Did you enjoy … I mean, were you … Did I …?”
Her eyes fluttered open, and she sat up, a mischievous grin playing on her features as she pushed her fingers through his hair. “You know, you’re pretty damn cute sometimes. Like right now.”
Fuck. Now he felt like an even littler little kid—with a super-hot, naked, one-hundred-percent woman running her fingers through his hair. “You’re not answering the question I shouldn’t have asked,” he muttered and dropped the cloth on the floor.
She scanned his face as if she were assessing him, and her lips curved into a broad smile before she pulled his head to hers and planted a languid, breath-stealing kiss on him.
Rubbing her nose against his, she purred, “Let’s put it this way: I’ve been asking myself what took us so long and how soon can we do it again.”
No lie, his heartbeat went from limp to anaerobic, and his dick was hoisting itself back to full mast—which didn’t escape her attention. Her hand raked a light path up his thigh and teased his stiffening cock. “Soon, it would appear.”
He let out an involuntary moan.
“Too much, Sparky?”
He grabbed her hand, yanked her against him, and went to work devouring her sensitive neck and earlobe, gratified when her skin erupted in goose bumps. “You’re almosttoo much, Sunshine, but I’ll catch up. I’m a quick learner.”
Soon she couldn’t stop giggling, and he had her pinned beneath him, unable to hold his own laughter back. He rose above her and leveled his gaze at hers. The light in her eyes had shifted, transforming them into dark liquid pools that communicated more desire than mere words ever could. In that moment, he saw
