Page 16 of His Wisconsin Wallflower (Stateside Doms #25)

Chapter Fifteen

Quinten and Raisa stepped out of his parents’ house, and the winter sun hung low and blinding against the snow covering the lawn.

Raisa’s mind raced with thoughts and snippets of conversations.

She was also somewhat sad her time with Quinten was coming to an end.

She liked being around him. Darn it, she liked him .

She glanced at Quinten, her heart pounding as she met his intense gaze.

Raisa swallowed. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Want to come home with me?” He took her hand and drew a circle with the pad of his thumb.

Raisa hesitated, while goosebumps erupted over her entire body. A brief inner debate flickered through her mind. She was developing feelings for him, and it might be best for her to keep some distance from him. She... oh who am I kidding? She drew a fortifying breath and nodded. “Yes.”

As they drove through the winding rural roads, Raisa’s anticipation grew.

She knew where he lived but had never been inside, and her curiosity and apprehension mingled.

Would Quinten kiss her again, maybe hold her for a while?

Would he— she pressed her thighs together—would he make her come again with his fingers?

When they arrived after a thirty-minute drive, she recognized some of the design elements from his parents’ house in his home now.

He took her hand as he led her inside into a spacious hallway with a beautiful, rounded staircase.

As she ran her fingers along the smooth wooden banister, she remembered the same design in the sprawling two-story building where she had brunch.

“This is beautiful,” she remarked.

Quinten smiled with pride in his eyes. “My house was built by the Carrington Building Company and designed by my dad. I had it done right after I signed my second Packers contract. Figured it was time to invest in something solid, even if I wasn’t living here full-time yet.

” Gripping her hand again, he pulled her forward, “Come on.” They entered a large living area with an open kitchen.

“Wow.” She swiveled her head around, taking in the spacious room. “It’s very masculine but still homey.”

He grinned. “What did you expect? Frou-frou pillows and throw blankets?”

Raisa laughed. “Of course not, but this doesn’t scream bachelor pad to me either.

” She nodded, trying to take in as much of the details as possible at once.

The couch was huge and bulky but had a nice deep blue color and looked comfortable.

Of course, a massive wide-screen TV was mounted on the wall, but there were also pictures featuring houses, sports moments, and family gatherings.

To her surprise, the room was also adorned by a couple of healthy-looking plants. “I like your home. It has character.”

Quinten shrugged. “Mom’s been keeping an eye on it. And I had a housekeeping company swing by a couple times a month. Figured I’d want the place to be tended to, even if I wasn’t around.”

Before she could say more, Quinten stepped closer, trapping her between the wall and his chest. He brought up his arms and braced himself with his hands to cage her in.

When he spoke, his voice had dropped in pitch and was husky. “I want to fuck you so bad. Do you want me, too?” He lowered his forehead against hers.

Raisa blinked at his sudden declaration. He wanted... wowzers !

Her brain short-circuited, and her breath completely halted as he pressed his thigh against her. The friction sent a wave of heat through her body, and she moaned softly. The promise of what was to come made her heart race.

“I do,” she admitted in a small voice.

It was as if she unleashed a beast. Quinten was on her in an instant, his mouth devouring hers, eliciting gasps from her throat as they dueled with their tongues. Raisa’s mind spun as the intensity of his kiss overwhelmed her senses.

He broke their liplock but kept his lower body pressed against hers. His eyes were almost black as he stared at her hungrily. “Come with me.”

Quinten took Raisa’s hand, guiding her through the hall.

They left a trail of clothing in their wake: her scarf, her coat, his jacket.

He paused to kiss her again, pressing her against another wall.

She kicked off her shoes, and he did the same, shedding his hoody as they stumbled past a door.

Her blouse followed, then they made it another few steps.

The magnetic attraction between them was undeniable as they moved further into his home.

She had never been this passionate with another person in her life.

They reached the massive master bedroom, and a thrill of excitement coursed through her veins. The space was quietly stunning. Masculine enough to fit Quinten, yes, but inviting in a way that made her want to curl up and stay awhile.

A large four-poster bed anchored the room, the dark-wood frame solid and beautifully crafted.

The mattress looked thick enough to drown in, dressed in a rich navy comforter that shimmered faintly in the light.

It had to be silk, or something close to it.

Her feet sank into the plush beige carpet, soft enough to forgive its otherwise neutral tone.

Matching nightstands flanked the bed, their sturdy lines echoing the bedframe’s design.

Discreet lighting cast a warm glow, while behind the bed, the wallpaper caught her eye.

It was cream with delicate flourishes of blue and gold that gleamed just enough to feel expensive without trying too hard.

The other walls were painted a matching, creamy white, subtle enough to keep the focus right where it belonged.

Raisa drew a slow breath, taking in the room. It was the kind of space that whispered comfort and confidence, exactly like the man beside her.

Her heart pounded as Quinten led her to the bed.

His grip on her arms was tight but not painful.

Intimacy had always felt overrated to her, the physical act pleasant enough, but never worth the hype.

But nothing like how she felt with him. It was like he took over her mind and body at the same time.

It could have been scary, but it was... exhilarating.

Quinten was a leader—had been on the playing field and showed it in the way he took control of his family business—and it looked like he carried those dominant ways over with him into the bedroom.

She wasn’t going to object to that.

Quinten pushed her onto the bed, roaming his hands over her body possessively.

He followed her with his bodyweight and pressed her into the mattress, and she gasped as he pinned her wrists above her head, his mouth finding hers in a searing kiss that left her breathless.

He trailed his kisses down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin and sending waves of pleasure as she arched into his touch.

Still holding her wrists, he moved lower and traced a path to her breasts with his lips, biting, licking, and sucking at the mounds through the fabric of her bra. He took his time and circled his tongue around her nipples until she begged for more.

“Hold on to the slats of the headboard, bright eyes.”

With her thoughts dissolving into a haze of pleasure, she struggled for a moment to comprehend his order. However, when he moved her hands and she touched polished wood, she understood what he wanted.

She curled her fingers around the smooth surface, and warmth streamed over her when he whispered, “Good girl,” in her ear.

“Don’t let go until I tell you you can, okay?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I mean it, Raisa. In here, I call the shots.” Quinten moved his hands to her thighs, spreading them apart as he settled between them.

Oh my gosh. She was naked and he had a front seat view of her large thighs, flabby belly, and exposed pussy. She tried to draw her legs together and lowered her hands to cover her body.

“Oh no.” Quinten gripped her hands and carefully squeezed them.

Raisa wanted to die of embarrassment.

“Wow, wow, what just happened here?” He settled beside her and stroked her hair from her face.

“I, uhm, I... Can…” She swallowed. “Can we close the curtains? It’s so light in here.”

“Light?” His eyebrows knit together, and he narrowed his eyes as he studied her. “Are you self-conscious? Is that it?”

She didn’t speak, didn’t flinch, or did she?

“Goddamn it!”

She winced—both at his curse and at the venom in his tone.

“Bright eyes, you are a beautiful woman, and I love every single inch of your body. I want to look at it, touch it, be inside it. I want you so goddamn much my cock is hard when I’m around you. Every. Single. Time.”

Pinning her to the bed with his body weight, he leaned over to the nightstand and pulled out something red.

What is that?

Before she had a chance to look, he slipped red rope around her wrists and tied the ends to the headboard. “If you want me to stop, tell me. But if you don’t call it a halt, I’m going to tie you to my bed and feast on your pussy until you beg me to fuck you.”

Her nipples pebbled, and wetness trickled from her pussy to her buttocks.

“Are you going to tell me to stop?”

“N-no.” She shook her head against the pillow.

“Good.”

God fucking dammit!

Quinten wanted to edge her until that brilliant mind of hers shut down and she could only feel what he was doing to her.

After binding her wrists and tying her legs wide apart, Quinten took a moment to admire her. He shouldn’t do this the first time they made love, but Raisa had too many hangups and body issues.

Unbelievable. She is gorgeous.

Big enough for his large body to fit, soft enough to provide some padding, and sturdy enough that he didn’t have to worry about breaking her when he was passionate and rough in the bedroom.

Quinten’s heart pounded as he looked down at Raisa. Her wrists were bound, and her legs were spread wide—an entire playing field for him to conquer.