Page 96 of Midnight Muse

I have plans for my girl.

Instead, I lave my tongue over her pebbled nipple, reveling in the keen she releases as her head falls back onto the pillows.

My free hand works around the other, tweaking, pinching, twisting it in time with what I’m doing with my mouth, licking, nipping, sucking.

Quinn seems to be enjoying it, by the noises she makes, and I’m enjoying her enjoyment.

She’s fucking amazing.

I’ve not nearly had enough of my fill when Quinn begins getting restless again, hands planted on my shoulders as she tries to push me down her body.

Greedy little thing.

I suppose I can grant her this one demand.

“No,” she whines when I pull back, lifting myself back onto my knees so I can stare down at her like the beautiful piece of artwork that she is.

All mine.

“Take your shirt off, Princess.”

“Only if you do too,” she barters, and I nod, following her lead.

Those deep eyes, my new favorite color, drink in every inch of my body. She looks like a huntress, locked on her prey, pupils dilated, her tongue darting out to dampen those sweet, swollen lips. The intense look sends electricity zipping down my spine, right to my core.

I’m honored to be her next meal.

And I analyze her too, all curves, all woman. Every time she’s laid bare before me, the need to study her grows tenfold. I want to trace her skin, first with my eyes, then with my hands, and again with my mouth.

“Perfect,” I breathe, because I can’t help myself. I can’t stop it, these feelings rushing through my body, nor do I want to.

I swear I can feel the heat of her blush from all the way up here. There’s no need for her to be bashful about what I’ve just admitted, she’s beautiful and she needs to see that, or I’ll just have to make her.

Quinn takes my hand, tenderly drawing it up to her lips and placing a soft kiss against one of my scars. Goosebumps break out across my flesh.

“You’re the one that’s perfect, Knox.” Her eyes sparkle when she grins, and now it’s my turn to blush, heat racing up my neck to fill my cheeks. “My masterpiece.”

Fuck. I didn’t know that I could come from words alone, but if she keeps speaking like this, keeps kissing down the length of my scars, I might just come in my pants, and that would ruin our fun.

For only about twenty minutes, but still.

“Show me how you touched yourself that night I heard you through the wall,” I say, voice coming out rougher than I intend.

Quinn moans at my words and I think I might just come after all.

While I’m distracted by her parted lips and trying to keep my cock from exploding in my pants, Quinn surges up, hands latching around my neck as she pulls me into her. My hands fall to the bed to brace us, but she doesn’t seem bothered by the weight of my body on top of hers, especially when she hooks a leg around my waist and tries to flip us over.

My girl wants to be on top.

I can give her that.

My hands find her hips and I twist, maneuvering us so that Quinn’s sitting pretty on my cock. Unfortunately, it’s still trapped in my pants, and she has hers on as well, and the two layers of clothing between us are two too many.

Maybe I didn’t quite think this one through.

“I don’t think so,” Quinn teases, dragging her hands from my shoulders to the waistline of my jeans. My muscles coil beneath her touch, and I love the way she greedily drinks in the way I react to her. Her voice is low, a sultry tease. “I want what you promised me at the bar, Knox.”

My head falls into the softness of the pillows beneath me at her brazen demand. The tips of her nails dance across the skin above the waistline of my briefs and I squeeze the meat of her ass with a grunt of approval. “Fuck, Princess, you’re perfect.”

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