Page 30 of Finding Haven (Haven #2)
Zack
The sun is just beginning to paint the morning sky in vibrant colors, and my mind is no calmer now than it was when I woke up with her in my bed.
I thought that I could run from my demons here on the sand during the early hours of the day when most of the city is still asleep, but the harder I run, the louder they seem to get.
Quinn looked at me last night like she saw me.
Her fingertips had traced over the scars across my back with such care.
The ones that hold memories of abuse and broken glass.
She didn’t ask where they came from, but the emotion shining in her eyes when I met her gaze told me that if I ever wanted to tell her, she would be there to listen without judgment.
I hadn’t planned on telling her about Ryan yet, but when she asked what prompted me to move to Haven Beach, losing him was the first thought that came to mind.
I didn’t go into detail, but merely uttering that I couldn’t save him brought forth so much emotion, there was no way for me to shove it down.
When I finally allowed myself to break and fall apart in her arms, she held on to me with such love and empathy.
She made me feel safe in a way no other woman ever has .
Funny how the feeling of safety is what had me quietly climbing out of bed, my heart thumping in my chest as I got dressed in a t-shirt, athletic shorts, and running shoes.
My feet kick up sand as I push my body to move faster, sweat clinging to the thin material of my shirt as my lungs burn from the exertion that running on the beach provides.
I don’t have it in me to think of last night as a mistake, I just don’t know if I’m ready for what will come with letting her see through the guarded version of myself I keep so close to the surface. To see the wreckage that lies beneath.
But I think I want to be.
If I could be ready to bring my walls down and let anyone in, it would be Quinn.
We may have met in an unconventional way, but she’s already become the most important person in my world.
I want to work towards truly building a life with her, but in order to do that, I need her to know about all of the shattered pieces of my soul.
I need her to know what she’s signing up for.
If my past has taught me anything, it’s that I’m not an easy man to love. But easy or not, I want to be a man worthy of love.
I want to be worthy of her love.
The house is quiet when I make it back from my run, and a smile spreads across my face at the idea of finding Quinn still asleep in my bed.
I made sure to leave her a note letting her know I was going for a run and would be back soon, just in case she woke up while I was out.
The last thing I wanted was for her to wake up, find me gone, and think that I abandoned her.
I may have been having a moment of panic, but all I needed was to get my head on straight.
I slip my shoes off at the sliding glass door, leaving them outside to avoid tracking sand into the house, and make my way upstairs.
Quinn is right where I left her. She’s lying on her back with her hair fanned out around her in a golden halo, one arm thrown over her eyes while the other rests at her side.
Tasting her again and finally being inside of her last night was incredible.
She makes me fucking insatiable, and the thought of waking her up with my mouth on that pretty pink pussy of hers has my cock stirring behind the thin fabric of my shorts.
A smirk tugs at the corner of my lips as the idea takes hold.
I just need to get cleaned up in the shower before I crawl into bed and coax her awake.
I shed my clothes and toss them into the hamper before stepping into the shower, making quick work of washing away the sand and sweat. I complete the process in record time and take a minute to run a towel over my body and through my hair.
When I make it back into the bedroom, I watch for a moment as Quinn’s chest rises and falls with deep, steady breaths.
Assured she’s still truly asleep, I move over to the nightstand on her side of the bed to check her phone.
Last night, after the incident at the Anders Estate, I watched her check her blood sugar levels on her phone several times throughout the night.
She explained the app to me and what the different numbers mean, and I want to make sure that she’s within range before I wake her up the way I’m craving to.
She looks absolutely stunning. Her pajamas consist of nothing more than a baggy t-shirt that’s old enough, she blushed when I asked her how long she’s had it.
The material is so thin that I’m honestly surprised it’s still in one piece.
It’s bunched up in her sleep, the fabric gathered around her waist to reveal light blue lace panties.
As hot as she looks in them, I need them off of her.
Now.
I step quietly as I make my way towards the bed, eyes locked on the scrap of fabric keeping her pussy hidden from view.
My tongue swipes between my lips, wetting them as I kneel carefully on the mattress.
I trail my hands up her legs and gently drag my fingertips over her skin, starting at her ankles and making my way to her hips.
Curling my fingers around the blue lace, I lean down and press my lips to her inner thigh, fighting back a groan as I feel the warmth of her cunt radiating through the fabric.
I’ve never wanted a woman as viscerally as I want her or felt a desire this intense burning through my veins.
Lifting my eyes to her face, I press my lips to her lace-covered pussy and swipe my tongue along the center of her slit.
I pause as she emits a soft groan, pulling back until only my breath is brushing against her core.
When she settles a few seconds later, I start over.
Flicking my tongue over her clit through the delicate fabric, I slowly begin to pull her panties down her thighs.
Pause.
I kiss the skin surrounding the pump on her outer thigh, silently thanking the device for taking care of my girl.
Pause .
I repeat the process with her other thigh, where small scars have left their mark, decorating her body in signs of her strength.
Pause.
Her breathing is still slow and steady as I toss the lace to the floor, and I smirk.
How far am I going to be able to take this without her rousing?
I would never fuck her without her consent, but the idea of her waking up with my lips wrapped around her clit sends a heavy rush of arousal straight to my already throbbing cock.
Lowering my upper body to the mattress, I settle between her thighs as I use two fingers to spread her open and finally, finally, flick my tongue over her clit.
A groan rumbles from my chest as my hips grind down into the bed, desperate for some kind of friction.
She lets out a faint gasp when my tongue swirls around her clit, her hips lifting to press against my mouth as she chases the sensation.
“Zack,” she breathes out. The arm that had been slung over her face falls and stretches out, her hand resting on the back of my head as her fingers comb through my damp hair.
I turn my head and press a kiss to her inner thigh before returning to her pussy, licking my tongue up the center of her.
“Babe,” she gasps, and I glance up to meet her hooded, sleepy gaze.
Licking my tongue over my lips to taste her, I smile. “Good morning, Sugar,” I rasp, watching heat rise to her cheeks. She throws a hand over her face to hide her blush.
“Don’t hide from me, baby. Let me see that beautiful face while I make you come on my tongue,” I say, lowering my mouth to her cunt and wrapping my lips around her clit, sucking gently. The hand covering her face drops away to grip the rumpled sheets as her other hand tightens its grasp on my hair.
Pure satisfaction rolls through me as her body relaxes beneath my touch.
She spreads her legs farther apart, giving me more room to wedge my shoulders between them as I slide my hand down.
My fingers trace around her entrance, gathering her arousal on my fingertips before I slowly push my middle finger into her.
A moan falls from her lips as her back arches. “Zack, please.”
I groan against the heat of her pussy as she pleads for more. “You know I love it when you beg for me, baby,” I tell her, nipping at her swollen clit as I work a second finger into her.
Turning her into a beautiful, writhing mess is the perfect way to start the morning.