Page 82 of Home Coming

Braced on shaking arms over Bailey beneath him, Quinn knew he wasn’t going to last long.

He’d just have to do his best and then do it again. He didn’t think Bailey would object to that.

But first—he needed to distract her from herself. She kept glancing at the lamp as if she was trying to figure out how to turn it off without him noticing.

“Bailey.”

Her gaze cut from the lamp to him. “Yes.”

“You really want that light off, don’t you?”

“Yes, please,” she answered on an exhale.

“I’ll make you a deal.”

Her brows rose. “What kind of deal?”

“We can shut off that lamp, but then I get to do anything and everything I want to you. And I’m warning you, I want a lot.” He was only half joking.

Her eyes widened. He could see the debate play across her features. She was tempted, but finally she said, “The light can stay on.”

“Chicken,” he accused.

“Yes,” she confirmed.

Her shyness had lost out to her fear of giving him sexualcarte blancheover her body.

Silly because he’d never hurt her. And he was still planning to push them to the edge anyway, sexually speaking. They’d both waited too long for this to be calm or routine.

There was no doubt that at least the first time was going to be explosive. The second and the third time—and the fourth and the fifth—he could get creative.

They’d have to call the front desk for a late checkout.

He was happy she’d chosen to leave the lights on as he slid down her body. He’d be able to enjoy her reaction to every touch.

As he spread her thighs, her eyes flicked wide. And her expression of shock mingled with anticipation was priceless.

She sucked in a breath as he spread her with his thumbs and he couldn’t help his smile.

When his mouth hit her core she drew in a breath on a gasp as her hips bucked up. All that and he’d barely started touching her. Wait until he really got down to business. This was going to be fun.

He gazed up and saw her eyes squeezed tightly closed.

Pulling back, he said, “Bailey. Open your eyes.” When she did, he said, “Watch.”

Then he gave her something to watch.

His eyes on her, he leaned low and used his mouth to pull on her core with a suction that had her lips parting as she drew in a stuttering breath.

Adding two fingers to work her G-spot had her eyes popping wide as her head came up off the pillow.

And one finger slick with her own juices and pressed against her tight hole had her going silent for a moment, before she nodded and gave him permission to push deeper.

The combination all worked together until her breaths turned into rhythmic cries.

Then she was gripping his hair as her hips bucked under his mouth.

Her muscles squeezed his fingers inside. But even without that to tell him she was coming he’d have known by her cries echoing off the walls of the bedroom.

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