Page 16 of Hot Lovin'

Quinn lowers me to my feet beside the bed, and his mouth crashes into mine, turning my brain to mush. There’s only his breath on my face, his scent engulfing me, and his hot tongue licking into my mouth. I moan at the taste of him, a taste I’ve revisited every night in my dreams since our first kiss in my office.

My body roars to life, demanding to be touched, demanding more of these sensations swirling inside me. I want him naked, skin against skin, nothing between us but heated air.

Clothing is wrenched from our bodies by desperate fingers. The rasp of a lowered zipper and the thud of steel-toed boots. The ping of blouse buttons on the hardwood floor as they’re ripped from their moorings, and the clink of a discarded bra hitting with the lamp on the bedside table. Before I know it, we’re both naked.

Quinn steps back as we take each other in. God, he’s beautiful. If I thought he looked good with his clothes on, nothing could have prepared me for him in all his naked glory. He’s burly rather than cut, all thick muscles, strong thighs, and heavy bone structure. A sprinkling of dark hair covers his wide chest, arrowing down his stomach. It thickens around the base of his cock, which angles up toward his stomach. The skin is stretched tautly over his length and girth, darker than the rest of him. It twitches as I look at him, and my eyes fly to his.

The heat in his molten gaze almost incinerates me on the spot. He’s been doing some looking of his own while I’ve been drinking my fill of him. And if the lust painting his features is any indication, he loves what he sees. He’s not at all put off by my less-than-perky boobs, my stomach pooch, or my jiggly thighs. I stand proud, resisting the urge to cover myself, letting him see me, flaws and all.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Every goddamn inch of you,” he rasps, his eyes telling me the truth of his words. He’s not paying lip service because it’s what he should say—he means it.

“You are too,” I whisper, moving closer until only a few inches separates us. “Strong, solid, beautiful inside and out.”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, and his eyes search mine with an intensity that makes my heart race. “Christ, what did I do to deserve you?” he asks roughly, a touch of vulnerability in his voice. “You're everything I've ever wanted.”

I don’t get the chance to answer because he’s lifting me and tossing me onto the bed. I bounce once, twice before his delicious weight descends on me, and I sigh as my soft flesh welcomes his hard contours.

Quinn’s hands map me greedily, discovering me, skating over my shoulders, shaping my waist, gliding over my hips and up my belly to cup my breasts and pinch my nipples.

His mouth joins the dance in burning kisses while his hands rove fast, slow, firm, and soft until my mind and body are overloaded with sensation. He’s everywhere, his hot tongue at my belly button, his fingers digging into my ass and thighs as my sighs and his growls permeate the air around us.

A frustrated whimper leaves my throat. His hands and mouth are everywhere except the one place I want them. Need them. “Quinn, please.”

His eyes meet mine in a flash of glazed silver. “Something wrong, sweetheart?”

“You’re not… doing it right,” I huff, bucking my hips.

He smirks. “Oh, I’m doing it exactly right.”

“Do you need directions? Can you not find my…Oh!”

My question is cut off as his thumb grazes over my nipple. “Find your what, sweetheart?”

I open my thighs wider to give the torturing bastard a clue, but he ignores me, his mouth lazily exploring my stomach, hips, and thighs—everywhere but where I need him.

“How can you torture me like this? You’re the sheriff. An officer of the law. It’s not right. It’s—Oh, god!”

My back arches as he buries his head between my thighs and swipes his tongue through my slick folds. And then he flattens his tongue against my clit.

“Oh, fuck,” I whimper. My hips rise, and I clumsily hitch a leg over his shoulder.

“Still think I need directions, sweetheart?” His question rumbles against my over-sensitized flesh.

I clench my hands on the bedding at my sides. “N-no. That’s so good. Please, don’t stop.”

“Not planning to. Not until you’ve come all over my face.”

I close my eyes and simply feel as his warm mouth continues its exquisite work. Sensation courses through my veins like liquid gold. It flows from my toes and fingers to my breasts before pooling in a hot, heavy whirlpool in my core, right where his mouth is…

Quinn stops.

My approaching orgasm swirls in place, not rising or subsiding.

Panting, I raise my head, meeting his wicked eyes. “Don’t stop! You can’t?—”

I choke on my words as Quinn slowly licks his thumb. He holds my gaze as he lowers it and presses it firmly to my clit. I buck, crying out with need. Then his mouth, his beautiful, hot, wet mouth, is on me again, his tongue swishing relentlessly over my bundle of nerves.

My body arches forward as my orgasm bursts over me in hot waves, rippling over every inch of my skin. I cry out, fisting my hands in his hair, riding out the pleasure as he continues to lap at me.

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