Page 81 of Home Coming

“I didn’t even throw my body weight into it. More like a jab really. And—because I know you’re a worrier I’ll say this—if for some reason he gets the wild idea to try and come at me I’ve got some military friends who can probably convince him otherwise. If that doesn’t work JAG will provide me with legal advice. So no worries. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Perfect. Now let’s get to work on that song.”

She dug her feet into the carpet. “Is that what we’re doing in the bedroom? Writing a song?”

He tipped his head to one side. “We’ll be making some beautiful music together. You can write it down tomorrow. You’ll be too busy tonight.” He grinned.

This was a different side of Quinn than she’d seen before. She liked it.

She liked it even more as he backed her toward the bed, undressing her one piece at a time until her stage clothes were tossed on the floor in a trail leading to the bed.

He drew in a deep nostril flaring breath as he looked her up and down. His eyes swept every naked inch of her. She crossed her arms over her chest while also trying to hide her stomach and press her thighs together so they looked thinner.

He pushed her arms aside. “Don’t,” he said shaking his head.

“Can we turn off the light?” she asked.

“No fucking way. I’ve waited too long for this to not be able to see you.”

“I don’t look good naked.”

His eyes widened. “You look fucking amazing naked.”

She shook her head. “No, I don’t—”

“Yes. You do.” He planted his leg between hers and pressed closer.

His clothes were rough against her bare skin, but while they were this close at least he couldn’t look at her. His words couldn’t combat a lifetime of feeling self-conscious about her body.

Her discomfort must have shown on her face because Quinn took her hand and pressed it against his crotch.

“Look what you do to me. Feel that?”

She nodded.

“Want that?” he asked, looking devilish.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Good. Because I’m not sure I could resist you any longer.”

She didn’t tell him that he never needed to resist her. That she was head over heels in love with him. Instead she tugged at the button on his jeans. “Too many clothes.”

“I agree.”

He made short work of his clothes then he was back, every naked inch of him pressed against her.

“You don’t have anything important to do tomorrow, do you?” he asked while his hands roamed her body.

“No. Why?”

“Because I think we’re going to be too tired and sore to do much of anything after tonight.”

Her eyes widened as he gently pushed her onto the mattress. His hard length, pointing right at her, led the way as he followed her down.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO

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