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There was a force that drove me to him, a thick rope that tied my desire to his waist, and to his hard cock. But Quinn had a tender side, a caring side, a piece of him that was softer than the rest.

And I loved it.

Bending into the water, its tiny fingers massaged my skin. Letting my head fall back, my eyes closed tight as it washed over my face.

The warmth blanketed every inch as I pictured him, the strong hands that caressed my body with such wanton need, and the lust-filled eyes that ate up my flesh with every blink.

Pretending my hands were his, I walked my fingers over my blushing skin. Twirling my nipples gently, my lips pressed tighter together as a light moan hit the back of my throat.

Making my way closer, I pressed in with one finger, the heat of last nights passion filling my pussy. I was soaking wet, and it wasn't from the shower.

Pressing my back against the cool tile, one leg lifted to the edge of the tub, my finger flicking across the delicate button. Swelling with desire, my clit tingled, the sensation forcing its way into my belly.

The water streamed down with force, dulling any noises around me. I was cradled in the arms of my imagination, and it was a comforting place to be.

Facing into the wetness, it hit my nipples turning them stiff, pinching with my thumb and forefinger, sparks flashed behind my lids.

God, he felt so good inside me. Thick and hard, he filled me perfectly.

The sudden feel of hands over my shoulders sent me into shock, a loud scream roared out, bursting from inside. Turning sharply, I was hit with surprise.

“What are you doing here?”The words gushed out in confusion. Wrinkling my nose, I had to rub my eyes. Quinn was standing naked, with a full blown hard-on behind me.

“I wasn't finished with you last night. I needed more.” He stepped closer, the water cascading over his chest, ink shining like it was freshly penned into his skin. “And by the looks of it, you needed more too.”

My jaw fell open, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “How did you get in?” Dragging my nails through my hair, my eyes grew wide with fear. “Oh shit, my dad—what if he comes back?”

Grabbing my hips, he forcefully tugged me in. “Don't worry, I watched him climb into a cab, he'll be gone long enough.” Bringing his lips to my shoulder, his hair dampened beneath the water. “Enough about him, I'm here for you.”

Pressing my breasts against his chest, his hands dug into my curves. Arching my spine, he drew rough kisses over my collar bone. His teeth gently scraped my flesh, each bite sending waves of electricity to my brain.

Gasping between breaths, I scraped my nails down his back, the ripples smooth and flexing as he leaned in.

Lifting his eyes to mine, hunger sat on the iced surfaces. “I haven't stopped thinking about you since I closed that door behind me last night.” The softness of his lips were velvet against my body.

“Quinn, I don't think you understand how dangerous this really is.”

“Do you think that's going to scare me away?” He dug his hands into my thighs, forcing them open. Extending his arm to my throat, he pushed me against the wall. “Because it won't, it never will.”

A whimper fell from my lips as he turned my head to the side, teeth dragging over my neck. Tingles coursed through my veins, goosebumps jetting out over my entire body.

He was taking control of me, taking what he wanted.

And I was going to let him.

Whispering into his ear, I said, “I think you should be afraid of me.” My hands followed the lines of his corded abs, his cock fully engorged, pushing its fat tip into my lower belly.

A wicked chuckle left his mouth as he slid his cock up and down over my bare skin. “Maybe I should be... Or maybe that's what's driving me to you, making me crave you and nothing else.” Digging his thumbs into the creases where my hips met my thighs, a deep growl filtered through the air.

Breathing heavy, I grabbed his face. Pushing my lips onto his, our teeth hit briefly as our tongues wrapped together. The smooth muscles glided angrily over each other with the intense lust radiating between us.

I couldn't tell if it was the water or the electricity of us together that turned my skin boiling red. But all I wanted was him, since that first time our eyes met. He weakened my defenses, yanking down the cement wall I created to protect myself from the world I was bound to.

I didn't want to admit it—but I couldn't deny it anymore; Quinn had become the image inside my head, the dream that plagued me at night, the air I needed to survive.

Coiling my fingers around his roots, I ripped his head away. “Fuck me.” Licking my lips, I met his gaze.

His mind seemed to turn inside his head. Silence sat across his mouth, his brain taking in my demand. I felt his cock jump as prickles flooded his body, his chest lifting forcefully with each inhale.