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God, I love everything about the way she touches me. I wonder how I ever could have been so blind. Because now that I’m paying attention, it’s not hard to recognize the zinging pleasure that comes with Quinn’s affection.
Her hands are strong, steady, confident, and yet always incredibly soft. Like she shows her healer’s touch in the compassionate way she fixes me up. And though I know it’s early and not everyone will be asleep yet, I can’t seem to help myself.
I slowly start to trail kisses from the tender flesh behind her ear down the curve of her neck.
Quinn gasps, her lips parting, and I love the color that rises beneath her freckles. She looks so soft and sensual, her green eyes warm and beckoning when they meet mine in her reflection. And she tips her head, exposing her neck for me.
“That feels so good,” she whispers, her eyes fluttering closed as she reaches up to comb her fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck.
I hum softly, relishing the slight saltiness on her skin—the dried sweat from her fear in the parking lot.
“I’ll never let anyone hurt you,” I murmur because my chest aches at the slightest reminder of what could have happened if I weren’t there. And again, I’m intensely grateful for Killian insisting I be the one to watch over Quinn.
“I know,” she breathes. Then she guides my still-wet palm beneath the fabric of her shirt.
Her smooth, flat stomach tightens beneath my feather-light touch, and I love the delicate shiver I elicit from her as I slowly work my way up to her lace-clad breasts. And as I palm them, her breathing hitches. Her back arches, her full, perfect ass pressing back against my quickly swelling erection.
The lingering adrenaline in my veins heightens the sensation, increasing my arousal as I get hard in seconds. And the urge to be inside her overwhelms my common sense.
“I want to feel you come all over my cock,” I growl, gripping the hem of her shirt and guiding it up over her head.
“That’s exactly the kind of overexertion that’s going to split your stitches,” she objects. “Lance, how many times do I have to tell you?—”
I silence her with a kiss, whirling her in my arms and wrapping them around her waist as I bend her back over the sink. And despite her objections, Quinn melts into my embrace.
Humming my approval, I unclasp her bra and guide the straps down her shoulders. She lets it drop to the floor, and a moment later, her delicate fingers find my pecs. Warm palms splay across my chest, and she slowly slides them up around my neck. Her soft breasts and taut nipples press against me, and my cock twitches at the scintillating feel of her skin against mine.
It doesn’t matter that the cut on my ribs is smarting. The only salve I need is what this woman can provide me. Hands roaming down to cup her perfect ass, I hoist her onto the counter. Her thighs open for me, wrapping around my hips as I step forward into my favorite place in the world.
Quinn moans as my cock digs against the seam of her jeans, stimulating her clit beneath the fabric. And I reach between us to undo them.
“Lance,” she objects as I curl my fingers around the waist and strip the skintight fabric down her hips.
“Don’t you want this?” I rasp, aching with the need to be inside her. But if tonight was too traumatic and she doesn’t want to, I won’t force myself on her.
“Of course I do,” she murmurs. “But yourstitches.”
“I’ll be fine. It’s just a scratch.”
And this time, when I kiss her, she doesn’t object again. Instead, she seems ready to throw all caution to the wind as she kisses me with fiery passion. Blindly digging into my pocket, Ipull out a foil I have ready at all times these days. And I strip my pants quickly before rolling on my Magnum.
Then I hook Quinn’s knees around my elbows, pulling her hips to the edge of the sink, and I slide my swollen cock between her slick folds.
Quinn moans, the sound desperate as it vibrates from her chest into mine. And I know she feels that same intense, almost frantic need to feel that we’re alive after what happened. Sex after a fight is just about the best sex in the world. And sex with Quinn after watching her be a badass and incapacitate that guy is driving me wild.
I can’t stop thinking about the way she took him down. All cool confidence despite how intensely she was shaking. I love how fierce she is. How determined. I love everything about Quinn. And in a shocking blast of realization, it hits me that I don’t just love things about her. I’m completely in love with Quinn King.
She’s the most intoxicating, strong-willed woman I’ve ever met. And I’ve never loved anyone so completely.
“Oh God, Lance, please don’t stop,” she whimpers, rolling her hips to grind harder against me.
Heart full, and body tingling with my newfound understanding of what this is between us, I wrap my arms more firmly around her and drive deep inside her perfect pussy. She tightens and throbs around me, gasping as she holds on for dear life.
And then she buries her lips against my throat as she cries out. Her walls clamp down around me, her clit fluttering as she finds her release. I groan, slowing at the sinful pleasure of feeling her come on my cock.
“Next time, I want you to see how beautiful you are when you come,” I purr against her ear.
Then I ease out of her.