Page 41 of Finding Haven (Haven #2)

Zack

I don’t know what it is about this woman that makes me feel fucking feral, but I need her in a way I’ve never needed anyone.

On a visceral level. My body, my heart, my fucking soul feels pulled to hers.

Her scent is invading my space, and it’s intoxicating.

Like a drug that my body craves and needs to survive.

My cock is throbbing and aching for release, but it has to wait. I need to feel her shatter, to taste her on my tongue before I bury myself inside of her and chase my own release.

Grasping her waist in my hands, I help her get situated on my desk before running my hands over the soft skin of her thighs, gently pushing them apart. “Show me that pussy, Sugar,” I rasp, watching as she slowly spreads her legs for me. My cock pulses at the sight of her. “Good girl,” I praise.

A deep cherry-red coats her cheeks as she pulls her plump bottom lip between her teeth, but the blush isn’t from embarrassment; it’s arousal. “You know, babe,” she says, moving a hand between her legs, hiding her pussy from view. “It’s not fair for you to still be wearing so much clothing.”

I smile deviously as I move my hands to my waist, grasping the end of my belt and hastily pulling it free from the belt loops of my gray pants.

Her storm-filled eyes hold mine as I remove my pants, neatly fold them, and hang them over the back of my chair.

A soft whimper escapes her as my fingers trail along the elastic waistband of my boxer briefs.

“What’s the matter, baby? Feeling a little impatient?

” I tease, grasping my cock through the fabric of my briefs.

“I need you,” she whines, her fingers sliding through her wet slit before she slowly begins to circle her swollen clit.

My body is thrumming with a restless energy, desperate to feel her.

To taste her. To fuck her. I’ve come more times than I care to admit to the sight of Quinn touching herself, but getting to see her fingers swirl around her clit when she’s close enough for me to reach out and touch… Nothing in this world compares.

A smirk tugs at the corner of my lips as I slowly push my briefs down my legs, kicking them to the side before I wrap my hand around the base of my shaft.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she asks, her eyes widening as I lower to my knees.

She pulls her hand away as I grasp her thighs, holding them open as I lean forward and swipe my tongue from her core to her clit.

I groan as her taste coats my tongue. I could spend the rest of my life between her thighs, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

She’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.

Pre-cum drips down the length of my cock as I gently suck her clit, her legs tensing as they tighten around me.

My fingers press into her thigh as I growl against her cunt, sliding my other hand down to tease two fingers at her entrance.

“Please, Zack. Please, please, please,” she chants, her hand grasping the hair at the back of my head.

I nip at her clit and flick it with my tongue before pulling back, my gaze meeting hers. “Mm. You know I love it when you beg for me.” Hearing her beg awakens the carnal side of me and makes me want to lose myself between her legs, in her body, in whatever way possible.

“Zack, plea—” Her words falter as I slide two fingers into her. I press them in as deep as I can before crooking them towards me, pulling a long, drawn-out moan from her lips. Her legs start to tremble just as I begin to pull my fingers back out. “Wait, don’t st—”

I cut her off again, bringing my mouth back to her swollen clit. Alternating between flicks and swirls of my tongue, I gently nip at it before I suck, thrusting my fingers into her pussy and crooking them towards me once more.

“I’m gonna come,” she moans as her cunt begins to spasm around my fingers.

I give her clit a few quick flicks with my tongue, my heavy breaths panting against her pussy before I wrap my lips around the swollen bud once more, sliding my fingers in deeper and crooking them harder than before.

She moans my name and a string of curses as her back arches.

Her hips roll into my touch as I slide my other hand to the base of her neck, fingers tightening just enough to stifle the scream that threatens to fall from her lips as warm liquid gushes from her, soaking my face and the desk beneath her.

Her chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as I slowly pull my fingers from her, sliding them through her wet slit and spreading her open as I use my tongue to clean the mess from her pussy.

A deep groan rumbles from my chest as I press a kiss to her clit before grabbing the edge of the desk and moving to stand, my cock hard and heavy between my legs.

I wipe my hand over my mouth and chin, rubbing away the remnants of her release.

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way Quinn’s body feels wrapped around mine.

Having her here, with her beautiful body spread out on the desk in my office, feels both reckless and perfect all at once.

It reminds me of the first time I brought her back to my home, the day I let her nickname slip and she learned that it was me on the other end of those private cam sessions.

The deep feeling burning inside my chest for her has only grown stronger with each week we spend together.

Stepping towards the edge of the desk, I wrap my fist around my dick and give it a few slow pulls, twisting my palm over the head.

“Tell me you want this, baby. I need to hear you say it. Once I’m inside this sweet pussy, I won’t be able to stop,” I grind out, fighting back a possessive growl.

The way she’s spread out for me, her cunt glistening from the stunning way she came, has me wanting to lose myself inside of her.

“I want you, Z. Please, I need you,” she moans softly, reaching between her legs until her hand grasps my cock, pulling me closer and guiding me to where she wants me most. Hearing my name roll off her tongue is almost enough to have me coming undone.

Her heated gaze lifts to mine as she tugs her bottom lip between her teeth, waiting.

My hands find her waist, and she cries out as I thrust forward. Ho-ly. Fuck. Tight, wet heat surrounds me as my pelvis grinds against her clit, my fingers digging into her skin as I hold myself steady. I’ve never felt anything more incredible.

Being with Quinn is everything. It’s finally being able to take a deep breath after struggling to breathe for longer than should be possible.

It’s coming home after a long day at work and being greeted with a warm smile and a kiss that makes the entire world melt away.

It’s being lazy on the couch together while we read or watch a movie and say nothing at all.

It’s knowing that every painful thing we’ve ever suffered through was so that we could find each other.

It’s looking into someone’s eyes and knowing that your future, everything you’ve been searching for, is with them.

I wish we were somewhere where I could take my time with her.

Where I could worship her for hours until she’s a writhing, sobbing mess beneath me.

Somewhere more comfortable, where we could go slow and I could show her how much she means to me.

As hot as fucking her in my office is, it’s not what I want to be doing right now.

I want to make love to her, and the realization nearly knocks the wind from my lungs.

Chills ripple down my spine as I pause, lost in the warmth behind her gaze.

I need to be closer to her than what taking her over my desk will allow.

Leaning over her, I press my lips to hers and pour as much emotion into the kiss as I can before I take a step back and hold my hand out to her.

My cock pulses in protest at the loss of her warmth.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, her brows pinching with concern as she slips her hand into mine.

“Nothing’s wrong, Sugar. Just need you closer.

” I help her down from the desk and lead her over to the dark leather couch that sits against one wall.

It was a necessary addition after falling asleep at my desk one too many times when I first started juggling work for the Elysian and the Phoenix Legion.

She eyes me nervously as I drop onto the couch and pull her towards me until her legs are straddling my hips. Her hands find my shoulders as she holds herself up, keeping her pussy just out of reach as my cock throbs with the need to be back inside of her.

Her eyes search mine as she reaches a hand between us and grabs me, my breath catching in my throat as she guides me back to her entrance.

Wrapping a hand around the nape of her neck, I pull her mouth to mine just as she lowers her hips completely, burying me inside of her.

We both moan into the kiss as I slip my tongue between her lips, needing to devour her in every way possible.

My hands find their way down her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples between my thumb and forefinger before trailing down to her waist. Digging my fingers in, I drag her body forward and then back, encouraging her to grind against me.

She’s hesitant at first, but then her hands are on my shoulders as she begins to move, finding a rhythm that has me grunting with each drop and roll of her hips, pleasure sparking at the base of my spine as my orgasm builds.

“Zack,” she moans. “Oh my god, I’m so close,” she cries, her hips rolling against mine as I thrust up into her, chasing my own intoxicating release.

“Get there for me, baby,” I growl, tightening my hold on her as I slam into her harder.

I slip a hand between us, circling her clit with my thumb to drag her closer to the edge.

Her body begins to shudder as her fingernails dig into my shoulders.

Her head falls back with a loud moan as she begins to tighten around me.

“Good girl. That’s right, come for me.” My voice is like gravel as my release takes hold, waves of pleasure rolling through my body as I bury my face in the crook of her neck.

I moan as I fill her with my cum, marking her as mine .

I take my time pulling out, pressing whisper-soft kisses across her bare shoulders, neck, collarbone, anywhere I can reach as my hands rub gently over her back and down her sides.

The knot atop her head is almost completely undone, more blonde strands framing her face than when she first sauntered into my office.

My heart is beating so erratically, it feels like a firework preparing to burst in my chest. But my pounding pulse has nothing to do with the pleasure still clinging to my body and everything to do with the gorgeous woman in my lap.

A soft pink blush creeps up Quinn’s cheeks as she places her hands on my shoulders and slowly pulls her body away from mine.

When she stands, her inner thighs are wet with our shared release, the sight making another groan rip from my chest. I grab her waist to keep her from walking away as I swipe two fingers through her slit, gathering the cum threatening to spill from her pussy and pushing it back in.

Satisfied, I stand from the couch and pull her into my arms, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before I move to gather her clothing from the ground.

Three little words are sitting on the tip of my tongue, but I refuse to confess the emotion swirling in my chest in a moment like this.

She deserves more than a sudden declaration of love spewed during the post-orgasm haze.

When I finally tell her how I feel, I don’t want her to have any doubt that I mean it with everything that I am.

Once we’re both fully clothed, my phone call from earlier and the reminder of Jacob’s birthday hanging over my head come back into focus.

Will Quinn even want to come with me? She knows everything there is to know about me and how hard going home will be.

I grab my phone off my desk and swipe open the text from Tessa, a photo of the invitation popping up on the screen.

There’s a picture of Jake in the center of the invite, a toothy grin lighting up his face.

His smile makes the freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks seem brighter as he laughs at the camera.

“Zack? Babe, are you okay?” Quinn’s warm hand grazes my shoulder as she steps up behind me.

“His birthday is next weekend,” I murmur, showing her my phone screen. “I’ve never met him. I’ve only talked to him over the phone and via video chat. Tessa asked me to come. She asks every year, but I’ve never gone.”

She lets out a soft hum as her arms wrap around me, her head resting between my shoulder blades as her hands settle over my heart. “Do you think you’re ready?”

That’s the big question, isn’t it?

“No,” I tell her honestly. I don’t think I’m ready to face the ghosts of my past. I’m not ready to be back in my hometown where painful memories lurk around every corner.

“But I think I want to go, if you’ll come with me.

” Knowing my mom, she’ll likely have already called my siblings, Leah and Aaron, to tell them that not only am I finally coming home, but I’m also bringing a woman with me.

“I’ve got you, babe. Of course I’ll go with you.” Her voice is soft and reassuring as she tightens her arms, hugging me. Her warmth seeps into my soul, wrapping my heart and mind in her strength.