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Impatient and needy, she met him at the end of the bed where their bodies crashed together and he kissed her again, slipping his tongue between her lips with a groan.

She let her hands roam over his shoulders, down his chest and stomach, and back up.

Within a minute, their desperate gasps and heavy breaths had returned as they got lost in each other’s touch and scent and tastes and sounds.

Still standing, they were grinding against each other, into one another, needy, craving, and possessive.

Raelyn slid her hands beneath the hem of Quinn’s shirt, grasping desperately as she pulled it over his head. She gazed at his bare chest and stomach, eyes hungry as she slowly ran her hands down his body, feeling each warm, rippled muscle beneath her touch.

When Quinn reached behind her for the zipper of her dress, he suddenly slowed.

Their lips parted and the tension and heat still buzzed between them, but he made sure to pull the zipper all the way down her back in a measured, deliberate motion.

He pushed the sleeves off her shoulders and down her arms, and Raelyn was mesmerized at the sight of him watching her.

Undressing her. His eyes were glazed over with desire as he drank her in.

Quinn finished pushing the dress down over her hips, letting it pool on the floor at her feet.

Raelyn stood in front of him in her lavender lace bra with her matching boyshort panties.

His chest rose and fell steadily as he stared at her, taking in her body before him.

She watched as his eyes swept over her from head to toe and back up.

His gaze hovered at her chest for a few beats before sliding back up to her face.

The look on Quinn’s face was so much more than lust. Raelyn could see the same longing in his eyes that she felt throughout her entire body.

He took a breath in and let it out, long and steady and slow.

“Rae…” his voice was barely a whisper, and there was a low, husky quality that she’d never heard from him in the eleven years they’d known each other.

She wanted him to always speak to her like that, like she was the only girl in the world, his everything, his center. And she felt possessive and covetous and greedy with the knowledge that she was the only one who had heard him like this. The only one he’d ever looked at the way he was right now .

Wanting more of this from him, Raelyn reached behind her back and, with surprisingly steady hands, unclasped her bra.

She watched as it fell to the floor, then slowly lifted her gaze back up to Quinn’s face from beneath her lashes.

His eyes darkened with desire and he bit his lip, as if he could contain the deep, needy growl that escaped him.

He reached his hand out for her, brushing her forearm with his fingertips, “Come here.” Raelyn let him pull her in and close the gap between them.

He wrapped his arm around her and held her close, as one hand slid from her hip to her breast. Gently caressing her soft, light skin, he dipped his head low and she met his lips with a slow, deep kiss.

Raelyn’s hands found Quinn’s belt and worked to unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip his jeans, and pushed them to the floor.

He fumbled just slightly as he stepped out of his shoes, his socks, his pants, then regained himself as he backed her up to the bed.

She lay back and grasped at his hands, urging him to fall over her.

With him on top of her, they fell into the new rhythm that they’d learned over the past week.

Sliding up further on the bed so her head was resting against the pillows, she felt Quinn’s body press into hers, the weight of him familiar and reassuring.

Comforting. It was the first time they’d had so little between them as his hips rocked into her, feeling his hardness rub against the sensitive ache between her thighs.

Dear God, it felt so good. The thin lace of her panties and the cotton of his boxers was all that separated them now. Nearly self-conscious of the moisture accumulating between her legs, she reminded herself that it was a good thing.

It’s the same as him being hard as a rock right now...I’m turned on, this feels good, fuck does it feel good, and it’ll make it better for both of us.

Quinn was propped up by his forearms on either side of her, kissing and sucking the skin of her neck, trailing his mouth to her breasts. He teased and traced one nipple with his tongue before covering it with his hot, wet mouth. Raelyn arched her back and moaned at the sensation.

More, she wanted more. Needed more. More touch, more heat, more wet. More of him and his scent and his sounds. Dear god, she wanted him inside her. She had never had such an intense craving. She wanted him to become a part of her.

She felt as his hand slipped down her body, between her breasts, down her stomach, over her navel, and beneath the lace of her panties. There was a moment’s hesitation before he continued lower, before slowly and gently sliding his finger down her center, feeling her wet crease.

“Oh my God, Rae,” Quinn groaned into the smooth skin of her breast. “You’re so perfect, oh my God…”

At his praise, she rolled her hips up to him, begging him to enter, begging to feel him inside her. To relieve the ache and this hot-blooded need for him. She whimpered, “Quinn, please…”

Quinn lifted his head, meeting her gaze, and she saw again the same fierce need reflected in his eyes that she was feeling everywhere. Every limb, every nerve, every cell of her body needed him.

Finally, mercifully, Quinn slid a long, firm finger into her.

She let her head fall back with a moan, closing her eyes.

His lips covered hers and she was moaning and gasping into his mouth as he pumped his finger into her, slow and sure, getting her used to the sensation.

Raelyn grasped at his shoulders, digging her fingernails into his skin as she moaned, biting her lip as Quinn’s mouth pressed kisses along the line of her jaw.

Extra pressure came between her hips as he added another long finger. Raelyn’s eyes closed, her mouth opened with a silent cry of pleasure. She could feel how tightly she was wrapped around him, and god , if this is how his fingers felt…

She was suddenly acutely aware of his hard cock pressing against her thigh as he worked to get her ready for him to fill her completely. He was not small by any means. But Quinn wouldn’t let it hurt. He’d be gentle and make sure she enjoyed it just as much as he did .

The most amazing pleasure sent a shock through her body as he lightly swiped the pad of his thumb over her clit and she couldn’t help thrusting her hips, making his fingers go deeper, letting each and every touch take over.

She couldn’t imagine a more perfect first time.

A more perfect person to be with. It just made sense.

How had they not realized it before? They could’ve been together like this all through high school.

Kissing and touching, making love. Is that what this was?

This was more than just sex, right? It sure as hell felt like it.

At least they could be like this all next year.

In Arizona. She was definitely going to Arizona now.

She couldn’t possibly stay away from him after this.

And she was sure he was feeling this connection, too.

Quinn’s lips met hers again as he continued his soft, slow strokes of his fingers, the circling of his thumb around her clit. She was ready. She needed him now.

“Quinn,” Raelyn breathed when their lips parted for a beat, “Quinn, I’m ready...please, I want you now.”

His growl vibrated into her as he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, and he pushed them down. He sat up, chest heaving, and worked his boxers off, and dear God , he was ready, too.

“Should we get under the covers?” Quinn’s low, gravelly voice made her even more impatient.

Raelyn nodded and they quickly got beneath the sheets and comforter, and Quinn lay on top of her again.

Fully naked. They were both completely naked.

Not a thing between them. And she swore nothing ever felt more natural than the two of them in this moment.

The corner of her lips pulled up in a small smile as she looked up at him.

She wanted to say something, to tell him how perfect this was, to let him know she couldn’t have asked for a better person to be with, or a better best friend.

Instead, she kissed him and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, pushed her fingers into his hair and held him tight.

“Did you grab the…?” Raelyn asked, gesturing generally toward the nightstand with the dish of condoms .

Quinn brought a hand up, smirking as he held the condom between his index and middle finger.

Raelyn bit her lip as she smiled back and, for the first time, reached down to feel his hard cock that was pressing into her thigh.

He let out a low groan at her touch, burying his face in her neck as she softly stroked up and down his length.

His skin was soft, but he was hard and long, thick and warm.

She felt the soft, wet kisses he was pressing into her neck, and she rolled her hips into his again. “Quinn, please,” she breathed into his hair, “I want you, Quinn, oh God …” He brushed his fingertips across her clit again and slid a finger back into her.

After a few more strokes in and out, Quinn pushed away, up onto his knees as he fumbled with the condom packet.

His fingers trembled slightly, and Raelyn found it actually sweet that he was a little nervous.

He looked down at her, sweeping his gaze down her bare body and there was no doubt he was craving her.