Page 27 of Finding Haven (Haven #2)

Zack

Jealousy springs to life and twists deep in my stomach as Quinn goes over the short list of detailed requests from the man wanting to purchase explicit photos from her.

I don’t want anyone else to see her exposed body.

The way she writhes and trembles in ecstasy.

The sounds that fall from her lips as she tips over the edge. Those things belong to me .

I would be such a fucking hypocrite if I asked her to shut down her account considering it’s part of what brought her into my life.

She may be mine, but I don’t own her. Still, it doesn’t stop me from not wanting anyone else ever to see her the way that I do.

Possession burns in my chest when she mentions the lingerie set that she wore during our last private session.

She chose the pink lace at my request, for my eyes only.

“That’s not for anyone else to see,” I growl.

The corner of her mouth pulls into a soft smirk as her bright eyes meet mine. Her tongue swipes across her plump bottom lip before she says, “Someone’s feeling a little possessive, I see.”

“Damn fuckin’ right, I am,” I tell her. Reaching across the slight distance between us, I grasp her leg just above the knee and slowly drag my hand up, slipping beneath the fabric of her dress until it’s wedged between the warmth of her thick thighs.

A soft blush rises to her cheeks as her thighs clench around my hand. I lean in towards her as my cock thickens at the hint of her arousal. Grasping her chin with my other hand, I hold her steady as my lips graze from the corner of her mouth up to her ear.

“If you’ve got someone wanting to pay to see what’s mine,” I rasp, gliding my tongue along the shell of her ear before nipping at her earlobe. “Then we’d better take some pictures, baby.”

Her body shudders beneath my touch as I move my hand higher, the heat of her pussy soaking through the lace covering where I desperately want to be. A groan emanates from my chest as my name falls from her lips on a breathy moan, my fingers teasing her through the delicate fabric.

“But he’s gonna have to wait. I have no intention of sharing you tonight,” I tell her, slipping my hand from between her thighs and moving it to grasp her hip before pulling her leg across my lap.

Quinn’s hands find my shoulders as she gathers her dress around her waist and straddles me, her knees pressing into the cushions on either side of my hips as she holds herself up.

I grab her hips and pull her down until she settles her full weight on my thighs, my cock hard and straining against the zipper of my jeans.

Her hands slide to the back of my head, her fingers combing through the short length of hair before she tugs my head back and crashes her lips against mine.

The slight show of dominance has my dick leaking pre-cum as I thrust against her lace-covered cunt, swiping my tongue along the seam of her lips.

I crave control and want her to experience relinquishing it, and yet the feeling of her body against mine has me feeling completely powerless.

I don’t own her, but she’s well on her way to owning me.

With my hands grasping her hips, I drag her forward and then back, encouraging her to grind her sweet pussy against me.

Her lips part on a moan, and my grip on her body tightens as I slide my tongue between her lips, groaning as I taste her.

Kissing Quinn ignites something within me that’s been dormant for far too long.

“God, I fucking want you.” The words escape me on a groan, my cock throbbing with the need to be inside of her.

She nods wordlessly as her hands rake down my chest, her fingernails digging into my skin through the fabric of my shirt.

She gathers the material in her hands and pulls it over my head, tossing it to the ground as her gaze travels over my chest. Her teeth scrape over her bottom lip as a blush rises to her cheeks.

The way she’s looking at me gives me back the hint of control that I’d let slip before, and I spread my arms across the back of the couch to give her a better view.

“Take that dress off and let me see you, Sugar,” I command.

She obeys so beautifully and without hesitation, slipping off my lap and moving to stand.

Her eyes hold mine as she reaches around her back and lowers the zipper of her dress.

She slips her fingers beneath the straps at her shoulders, slowly guiding them off and pushing the dress down over her hips until it pools at her bare feet.

Her soft curves are accentuated by dark blue lingerie, her full breasts and rosy pink nipples hidden behind the lace.

“Fuck,” I groan. “That’s what you’ve been wearing beneath that dress all day?”

She hums out a soft “Mhmm” as she slowly spins in a circle, gracing me with a full view of her body.

My mouth waters at the way the lace hugs her curves.

There’s just something about the way her soft belly, wide hips, and thick thighs look covered in lingerie that makes my blood simmer with lust. When you add in her sun-rivaling smile, the hint of freckles that dance across her shoulders, and the way she chases away the darkness that often threatens to consume my soul, I’m fucking gone for her.

Leaning forward, I rest my forearms on my knees as I admire every inch of her voluptuous figure.

As tempting as it would be to shred the lace from her body, I want to take my time with her tonight.

I have every intention of savoring this and committing each moment to memory.

When my gaze finally settles on hers, the blush coating her cheeks has lowered to her chest, her breasts rising and falling with each inhale of breath.

“What do you want, Sugar?” I ask, my voice deep with arousal.

“I want you, Zack,” she says smoothly. My cock throbs, aching for attention as she steps towards where I’m still seated on the couch.

I spread my legs wide, giving her the space to step between them.

She scrapes her fingernails over my bare shoulders as she leans down, her lips brushing against mine in a tease that rips a growl from my chest.

Grabbing her hips, I guide her back a few steps as I move to stand.

I capture her lips with my own and swallow down the moan that escapes her as I pull her body against me.

Her hands move to the front of my jeans, unbuttoning them and lowering the zipper before pushing them off my waist. She bends slowly, pulling my jeans down my legs until I can step out of them and kick them away.

As she stands, her fingers trace along the waistband of my boxer briefs, dipping just beneath the fabric.

It’s not lost on me that the woman who so openly teases me with her words behind the camera is unexpectedly quiet now that I have her in front of me.

“As much as I don’t want to wait another second to be inside of you, I want you in my bed where I can take my time with you.

Do you want that, baby?” I ask. Her tongue slips out to wet her lower lip before she tugs it between her teeth as she nods.

“I need your words, Quinn,” I tell her, reaching a hand up to grasp her chin between my fingers.

“I want you to give up your control, but trust me when I say, you have all of the power here.”

She pulls in a slow, deep breath. “I want that. I trust you, Zack,” she murmurs.

With a grunt, I step away from her and take her hand in mine, guiding her towards the stairs that will lead us to my bedroom.

She’s the first woman I’ve had in my home, and she’s about to become the first woman—hopefully, the only one—that I’ve had in my bed.

Quinn is so much more than a one night stand, and I’ll do everything I can to make sure she knows just how much she has turned my world upside down in such a short amount of time.

Seeing her standing in my bedroom has my pulse racing as my stomach swirls with an anxious energy, but it’s not from the lust currently raging through my system.

Welcoming her into my space somehow feels like baring my soul.

I’m allowing her to see a side of me that no one else has seen in years.

I force myself to shove away the panic that’s rising to the surface, refusing to let anything ruin this night.

I haul her body flush against mine as we step into the bedroom, her hands landing on my chest as I press my lips to hers.

She moans into my mouth when I slip my tongue between her lips, stroking hers before I pull back to take her bottom lip gently between my teeth.

A soft gasp escapes her as I reach around her and work open the clasps of her bra.

I step back just enough to meet her gaze as I move my hands to her shoulders, slipping my fingers beneath the straps.

Tugging it free from her body, I toss her bra to the ground as my eyes roam freely over her full, exposed breasts.

Her rosy nipples harden into stiff peaks without the warm confines of the lace.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Quinn,” I tell her, taking her hand in mine as I lead her to the bed.

I guide her down to the mattress and crawl over her, covering her body with my own as I settle my weight between her thighs.

Claiming her lips with mine, I swallow down every moan that she lets slip free as I grind my hard cock against her lace-covered pussy.

I take her breasts in the palms of my hands, pressing them together as I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, gently twisting the other between two fingers.

Her back arches as she writhes beneath me, her fingernails dragging down my back as she grinds against me.

“Zack, please,” she whimpers, her breath hitching as I take her nipple between my teeth.

Releasing it, I glance up and meet her hooded gaze.

“Please what, baby? What do you need?” I ask, moving my hands to her waist as I slowly begin to trail my lips down her body.

Over the soft swell of her stomach, across her hips, and down the thigh where her insulin pump is.

I’ve never been more thankful for a medical device than I am now, and I find myself pressing a gentle kiss to her skin on either side of the pump before I shift my body lower.

“You,” she breathes out. “I need you.” She raises her hips to chase my mouth as I press a heated kiss to her cunt through the lace, curling my fingers around the edges of it at her waist. In one swift movement, I pull them from her body and toss them to the ground, finally revealing her glistening pussy.

A growl rumbles from somewhere deep in my chest as I hold her gaze and slowly swipe my tongue through her wet slit.

I flick her clit with my tongue before closing my lips around it, sucking it gently.

I could spend forever between these thick thighs of hers, savoring her like candy.

Her head falls back on a moan as her back arches, her fingers threading through my hair as she presses her pussy up towards my mouth, chasing the sensation.

The intense desire and tension radiating through my body are so vastly different from anything I’ve ever experienced with any other woman.

The feeling should scare me. It should be a sign for me to walk away before I open myself up to heartbreak and torment, but something tells me that Quinn is nothing like the ghost of my past. I don’t believe for a single second that the sunshine image she exudes is merely a facade. It’s pure and honest.

The sounds she’s making have my cock leaking more pre-cum behind the fabric of my boxer briefs, desperate for some kind of friction.

I grind my hips down against the mattress as I carefully slide two fingers into her, curling them towards me to press against the sensitive spot deep inside of her.

My tongue swirls around her clit as I move my other hand to her thigh, guiding her leg towards her chest. “Get your legs up, baby,” I growl, keeping my fingers pressed inside of her as she pulls her other leg up to her chest. She whimpers at the vulnerable position, but the sight only makes me harder.

“That’s it. You’re such a fuckin’ good girl, Sugar.

” Gently pulling my fingers free, I wrap my arms around her thighs to keep her spread open for me as I devour her like a man who’s been starved.

In so many ways, I have been. Starved for attention, for touch, for love. For someone to break down my barriers and see the man hidden beneath the shadows.

She lets out a deep, guttural groan as her pussy tightens.

“Please don’t stop,” she cries, our eyes meeting as I press two fingers back into her.

My lips wrap around her swollen clit, her taste exploding on my tongue as her legs begin to tremble.

Quickly shifting positions, I move onto my knees and shuffle forward, her ass resting on my thighs, blessing me with the perfect view of her swollen cunt.

“That’s it, baby. Be a good girl and come for me,” I growl, thrusting my fingers deeper inside of her as she detonates. A scream falls from her lips as warm liquid gushes from her pussy, soaking me and the bedding beneath us.