He lowered himself onto the ottoman, tipping her over and dragging her beside him as he lay down. “Fucking amazing,” he sighed.
“Oh good. You had me worried for a sec, Sparky.” She held back a giggle and nestled against him. His arms encircled her; he adjusted her head so it rested on his heart. One hand held her in place against him. He was solid and hard-planed, and God, his warm, smooth skin felt like heaven against hers.
“You have nothing to worry about. Fuck, I’m not sure I’ve ever come so hard.” His thumb traced lazy patterns on her arm. “Your skin is so soft.”
His mind seemed to be bopping from one thought to the other, and she realized how much she loved following it—when she could keep up, that was. She craned her head to look at him. “There you go being adorable again. Now knock it off, or I won’t be able to give you your daily tongue-lashing.”
“Is that what you call it? A tongue-lashing? And I get one daily? Sweet! I promise to stop being adorable right now.”
She swatted his chest playfully. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it, you perv.”
“How does thinking of you with your mouth on my dick every single day make me a perv?” He laughed out loud. “I think it makes me normal.”
They lay quietly for a few minutes, and he seemed to drift off, so her eyes took a tour around the glittering space. A tickle in her tummy made her squirm. “Yeah, the mirrors definitely add to the eroticism,” she whispered to herself.
His chest rumbled, surprising her. “Mm-hmm. Wherever I live, I’m having one of these built.”
“For you and your—”
Looking down at her, he put a finger to her lips. “Would you stop? I’m not sharing a playroom with anybody but you.”
Oh. There came that warm, gooey sensation again.
His hand played with her hair, then drifted down her shoulder, her arm, coming to rest on her hip. It slid to her ass and stroked, tickling her. He cleared his throat. “Have you thought about all the different things we can do in this room?”
She let out a laugh. “Apparently, you have. Tell me what scenarios you’re picturing in that wicked brain of yours.”
He propped himself up on an elbow. With the back of his free hand, he caressed her cheek. Soon that hand was roaming over her chest, her belly, her inner thighs. “How about I show you instead of tell you?”
Chapter 35
When Mom’s Away
If Quinn ran the world—or at least his world—he’d stay with Sarah in the house of mirrors and never come out. They’d never wear clothes, and they’d spend their days and nights rolling around, taking each other to new heights while they watched themselves catch fire. They’d collect into white-hot flames and detonate—in every goddamn mirror. Of course, they’d have to eat to keep up their strength, so he’d pay people to leave food outside the door and take it away when they’d finished. How awesome would that be?
Anything involving Sarah and sex was awesome, though. And as for new highs? That’s all he’d been climbing since they’d first slept together. Yeah, things had been subdued after that first night when they’d ripped each other’s clothes off, but they’d had to be careful to keep their relationship on the down low. Today had made up for the cautious encounters and then some—and the day wasn’t over. As he considered the possibilities, his cock twitched to life.
She was stretched out on her back on the ottoman, and he ran his hands and eyes over all that soft skin of hers. He loved touching her. Staring at her. Kissing her. Making her back arch. Being inside her. Listening to the throaty noises she made when she came. Feeling her soft, wet mouth on him. Watching her in a hundred mirrors as she fell apart all over him. Watching her in the same mirrors as she took him in her mouth and drove him out of his fucking mind.
“Mmm,” she purred when he twiddled her nipple. He loved how easily it tightened into a hard ball when he toyed with it. He’d never been with anyone so responsive, so completely there. Her body seemed to hum and sing under his touch.
Unable to stop himself, he squeezed her breast into a peak and dipped his head, sucking on her nipple and flicking it with his tongue. A little moan, and her back bowed. Yeah, she liked it when he tortured her like this. He bit down none too gently and rolled it between his teeth. She gasped. She liked this torment too. He slicked his tongue over her peak in a soothing motion and blew gently.
“Oh, mmm,” she sighed. Goose bumps erupted, and he let a satisfied smile lift the corners of his mouth. Learning what turned her on was his new mission in life.
Now her fingers were plowing through his hair again—he loved that too—and he repeated the process with the other side, rewarded with more soft moans, gasps, and languid writhing.
He lifted his head. “Are you watching?”
She shook her head and gave him a sleepy smile. “Should I be?”
“Oh yeah. Watch yourself in the mirror when I do this.” He clamped down on her nipple again.
“Ohhhh,” she gasped.
Contented she was watching, he dallied a little longer before sliding his hands under her ass. He moved down her smooth body, his tongue tracing the faint lines of her abs, garnering him more stuttered exhales. Her back bowed so hard he thought she’d lift off the ottoman. God, she was so damn hot!
His eyes moved from her to the mirrors while he kept up his slow advance. When he reached her mound, he buried his nose in her curls and pulled in her scent—a scent that drove him all kinds of crazy. He swore the way she smelled and tasted meant she’d been made just
