Page 69 of Dirty Daria
“But I still miss him, Quinn. Why do I miss him when he’s such a fucking waste of humanity?”
“It’s hard to just let those feelings go, even if he did do something wrong. You can’t expect your heart to just flip-flop because circumstances change.”
I should know, mine hasn’t just because you were an asshole to me.
I don’t say that aloud, but I want to. Instead, I keep running my thumb along his hand, hoping the feeling is soothing and that it helps him to talk it out.
“You’re so good, Quinn. How are you so good all the time?”
I smile and shrug.
“And so pretty. Have I told you how pretty you are?”
I shake my head, butterflies getting busy in my stomach at his words.
He reaches a hand out to smooth my hair back from my face and I can’t help but lean my cheek into his palm. His eyes travel from mine, up to my forehead, down to my lips, my chest, and back up to my face. As though he’s committing it all to memory. I try and do the same. The feel of his hand in mine, his fingers caressing my skin, his eyes heating as they watch me. Watch my lips.
Ohmigod, he’s going to kiss me!
He leans in and takes my bottom lip between his with a soft and gentle pull. Letting it go before returning to ghost his lips across mine. His tongue snakes out to glide across my mouth, my own following to mimic the gesture.
I can’t breathe. My head spins. Reed Roberts is kissing me and it’s incredible.
He groans and moves in for a proper kiss, lips and tongue, his mouth commanding mine, taking total control. His fingers slide up into my hair, gripping it tightly, holding my head in place. His other hand slides around to my waist, then pulls me forward so I’m straddling his lap.
“Oh god, Quinn. You feel amazing. Exactly how I dreamed it would be.”
“You dreamed about me?”
“All the time, pretty girl. All the time.”
I scoot myself closer, so our chests are pressed together and my pelvis is tilted down against him.
“I dreamed about you too,” I admit, suddenly feeling shy.
His lips move from mine, down my jaw, and over to my neck, where he trails kisses along the sensitive skin, stopping to nibble on my collarbone, making me moan.
“What did you dream about?” he asks.
“This. Kissing. Being together.”
“Did you dream about us fucking, Quinn?”
I nod as he kisses his way to the other side of my neck. Either my neck is sensitive, or Reed is the best neck kisser around.
“I did too. I dreamed about burying my cock deep inside your pussy as you beg me for more.”
Okay, in my dreams, he didn’t use thoseexactwords. But if he gets off on talking dirty, I’ll let him have at it. I’ll just pretend what he’s saying is romantic. I return my focus to his lips on my neck and he moves a hand inside my shirt and cups my breast through my bra.
“God, Quinn, your tits are amazing. I have to see them.” He pulls my shirt up and off me, leaving me straddling him in my shorts and a bra. His eyes fill with hunger, which turns me on. A lot.
“So beautiful.” He grabs a breast in each hand and squeezes, then buries his face between them alternately licking and kissing the valley in between. My belly heats and my panties flood, I shamelessly rub myself against him, loving the way it feels.
I’m no virgin, but I also don’t have a ton of experience for being such a flirt. I just talk a good game. But this, right now here with Reed, makes me finally understand what all the fuss is about. This is chemistry. Hot, potent chemistry. And I don’t think I’ve had that before now.
He moves his hand from my breast to my inner thigh, squeezing as he works his fingers up toward my core.
Oh god, he’s going to feel how wet I am.
