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Seventeen

Roman

M y words hung heavily in the air between us. Did I expect to say that to Quinn? No. Did I regret admitting it to her? Also no.

Her body was rigid next to mine, her feet pulled back to her side of the couch, making the distance between us feel like it was more than it was. I missed touching her already but knew that I didn’t have the right to, to begin with.

“Are you joking with me?” she asked quietly, barely above a whisper.

I squared my shoulders and rolled my head back on my neck, looking ahead of me instead of at her.

“I would never joke about something like that.”

She adjusted on the couch beside me, pulling one of the throw pillows up to her chest as she held it against her.

“But I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. That was never my intention, and you have my word that you’re safe here with me. Just because I have feelings for you doesn’t mean I’ll act on them.”

I glanced at her and found her watching me as she rubbed her fingers across her mouth.

Not wanting to make her feel awkward or uneasy, I got up and went into the kitchen.

I had no idea what I was going to do in there, but at least it would give me a few minutes to think without having Quinn near me.

It was almost like she was a siren, calling to me and luring me into a murky area that I had no business being.

I was working on cleaning the coffee pot out and getting it programmed to run in the morning when I heard Quinn come in. I kept my back to her, too nervous to face her just yet. I knew I had to at some point, but I had put my big foot in my mouth and now had to pay the price for that.

She moved around behind me, doing something at the sink.

I turned to grab the coffee from the cabinet when she turned around, and we collided again.

I wanted to make a joke about how we couldn’t keep meeting this way, but it didn’t feel like it was as light as it should be.

Maybe there was a reason we kept running into each other.

Maybe it was the universe trying to push us together.

“Sorry,” she laughed nervously. Her thick lashes fluttered as she kept her eyes down, afraid to look up at me.

My hands instinctively reached out and held onto her hips. She didn’t move away and slowly, her hands slid up my arms and held onto me as if she was afraid to let go. Her chest rose and fell heavily, the air between us thick with desire we both felt.

She looked up, her blue eyes gazing into mine.

I knew that I needed to pull away and let her go, but I couldn’t.

My fingers dug deeper into her hips, claiming her as mine.

Her lips parted slightly as I leaned toward her, unable to stop myself. My lips gently brushed against hers, the electricity of it enough to permanently brand this moment into my memory forever.

She lifted her hands and wrapped them around my neck, pulling me closer as she kissed me back, teasing my lips with the tip of her tongue as it begged for access.

I groaned and kissed her deeper, our tongues dancing to a song they’d heard a million times.

Her nails scratched at my skin as I lifted her by the waist, and she wrapped her legs around me.

I walked to the counter and set her on it as our mouths devoured each other with a carnal need I had never felt before.

Quinn pulled away for a split second, completely breathless. Her chest heaved as she swiped a finger across her bottom lip, swollen from my teeth gently nipping at it.

“I’m sorry,” I breathed, resting my forehead against hers.

“I’m not,” she answered before lifting my chin with her finger.

She looked into my eyes, and I could see that she meant it. She wanted this to happen as much as I did.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I muttered, frustrated with myself for not being able to stop.

“It’s wrong,” she agreed, lifting my shirt up and over my head. Once it was off, she threw it to the side and leaned in to plant kisses along my chest. “So wrong.”

“Quinn,” I whispered her name, closing my eyes as I took in how fucking amazing it felt to have her soft lips pressed against my body. My dick twitched in anticipation, and I almost groaned in response.

“Let’s just live in the moment, Roman. Just once.”

There were so many things rushing through my brain that I should have been focused on, but the only thing that registered at that moment was the way my name sounded rolling off of her tongue.

“Please,” she begged. “I don’t want to overthink this. I just want one night where I get to feel like this.”

She continued kissing her way across my stomach as her fingers unfastened my belt and started pulling the zipper down.

“Feel like what, Quinn? Tell me.”

She lazily trailed her tongue up my body, pausing briefly to give me one-word answers.

“Wanted.”

“Sexy.”

She flicked my nipple with her tongue before continuing.

“Free.”

“Desired.”

“You’re all of those things, Quinn,” I answered as I held the back of her head while she worked her way back down my torso. “You’re all of that and so much more.”

She pulled my zipper the rest of the way down and gently reached in, rubbing my throbbing cock with the palm of her hand.

“I knew you’d be big,” she said, giving it a firm squeeze.

Before I could answer, her phone started ringing.

Her fingers pushed into the opening of my briefs, ready to pull my dick out when it rang again.

“Your phone is ringing,” I said through gritted teeth, not wanting this to stop.

Suddenly she stopped and let go, her eyes widening when she realized that it could be someone calling about Rosie. I scooted back and helped her down from the counter as she ran over to grab her phone while I adjusted myself.

“Hey, Mom,” she said heavily into the phone.

I stayed in the kitchen, giving her space while I tried to compose myself. Quinn talked to her mom for a few minutes before Rosie got on the line to tell her goodnight. I leaned against the fridge and scrubbed a hand down my face while I thought about what had just happened.

My phone buzzed in my pocket with a text message.

Mike: How’s everything going over there?

I swallowed hard, wondering how I would look him in the eye the next time I saw him.

He would be pissed if he knew what Quinn and I had done.

Thankfully it didn’t go any further, but still, I didn’t imagine that he would be pleased knowing that his little sister had been rubbing my dick and licking her way across my chest.

Me: We’re good.

There—short and simple. That wouldn’t give anything away because our texts to each other were always quick anyway.

Mike: Call if you need anything.

There were plenty of things that I needed but nothing that I would ask him for. Quinn, on the other hand...