Page 68 of Whatever It Takes

I peeked a glance at him over my shoulder and watched him slide his pants down his muscular thighs. A small whimper left my throat at the sight of him.

He slowly stalked toward the bed and ran his hand through my hair. He pulled back and bent his head to kiss me on the mouth. “You good?” he asked, raking his eyes over my face.

“I’ll be better once you’re inside me.”

“That’s my girl.” He smiled and placed his hands on my ass and brushed his thumb along the seam of my crack. A place he hadn’t been in years. We had only done it back there a couple of times and he was the only man to ever go there. The only one I trusted.

“Not tonight,” he said, moving his mouth painstakingly slow down my spine, “but soon I’m going to get reacquainted with every part of you.”

My mouth dropped open as he slid his hands between my legs. He dipped two fingers inside at once, gliding them in and out, pleasuring me in a way that only he knew how.

My head fell forward in a moan. I gripped my hands on the comforter when I felt his teeth bite down on my shoulder. He was taking his time and it was driving me insane.

“Quinn, please,” I begged as his fingers continued to move in and out. His other hand reached over and covered my breast. I felt my release climbing higher and higher, ready to tear through me. His fingers continued to thrust and stretch me wider, making sure I was good and ready for him. My mouth parted, and I arched my hips, nothing had ever felt so incredible. I felt my orgasm building, but I still wasn’t prepared. This was intensity on a whole other level, and it just continued to build and build. I was so damn close I wanted to cry. My walls tightened and piece by piece I came apart around his hand.

He gave my racing heart a minute to calm down before he positioned himself at my opening. He slid his erection between my wet folds and ran the tip along my opening. His free hand locked tightly around my hip while his mouth trailed over my shoulder, peppering tender kisses along my exposed flesh.

“I love you,” he said, before sliding in and filling me up completely. His hand slid up my back and he fisted his hand in my hair. The sharp pinch of pain had my mouth dropping open. He rolled his hips with greed and slammed into me with a punishing force, hitting that sensitive spot over and over again.

My legs grew weak and my body began to tremble. I could tell he was getting close when his speed increased. I closed my eyes, unsure of how much longer I could last. I knew my battle was lost when he withdrew and slammed into me with a force so hard, I saw stars.

His hands held onto my waist to keep me from collapsing on the bed as he pushed into me harder. Every thought left my mind when I heard a strangled growl come from his throat. His hips drove in deep one last time before he exploded inside me.

My body was spent as I sunk into the mattress. Quinn collapsed down on the bed next to me. He gathered me in his arms and brushed a tender kiss to my temple. His kiss was soft, yet packed with so much emotion, that I didn’t want this night to end.

After taking a few minutes to get our breathing back to normal, he leaned over and stood up to go to the bathroom. He came back with a warm wet washcloth and gently cleaned me up. This was his thing, and I hated wondering if he did this with his other partners. I shook those thoughts from my head and decided that I didn’t want to know.

I nuzzled my nose under his neck and tried not to think about anything else. Things had been too quiet lately, too uneventful. Almost too good to be true. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. And I couldn’t seem to get rid of that nagging suspicion in my gut that he was keeping something from me.

“Hey, everything okay in here?” he asked, gently stroking my hair and tapping on my temple.

I curled into his warm chest feeling the most content I’d ever felt in my life. I decided to focus on that and not let my mind wander too far off track. “I’ve never been better.”

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