Page 76 of His Forgotten Colton Fiancee
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The thought of taking his hardness into her body filled her with anticipation. His muscles quivered beneath as she touched him, then he shuddered as she kissedhis neck, tasting the salt of his skin.
Heat smoldered in his gaze. Never had anyone looked at her with such fire, such stark craving.
“Undress for me,” he said softly.
Slowly she removed her clothes. Her body tingled with arousal, hungering for the contact between them. She was naked, shivering as cool air caressed her breasts.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Tremendous heat suffusedher beneath the warmth of his gaze. Quinn arched beneath his touch as West thumbed her cresting nipples. When he bent his head and took one into his mouth, she clung to him, dizzy with need, her core growing wet and throbbing. He swirled his tongue over the taut peak, then suckled her. She was growing hotter now, a fire stoking inside her as the sweet tension braced her body.
They fell ontothe bed, as he kept kissing her breasts. She whimpered, her hips rising and falling, driven by instincts of her own.
“Soon,” he soothed her.
Gathering her close, he ran a hand over her silky skin, marveling at her softness. West kissed her deeply, his hand drifting over her belly, down to her feminine curls. It felt wonderful and erotic as he kissed her, sliding a finger across her wetcleft.
Quinn gripped his wide shoulders as he began playing with her. Somewhere in the back of her mind flickered a memory of moments like this—West bringing her to the brink, then easing her back and building the pleasure again. Whispering to her that she was his and his alone, and how very much he loved her and wanted to spend the rest of his life showing her exactly how much he cared abouther.
His whispers forged a connection between them her mind could not fully recall, but her body did.
It was consuming, setting her on fire, her body crying out for something more. Quinn strained toward him as he teased and stroked, his hands sure and skillful. The ache between her legs intensified and she pumped her hips upward, desperate for something she didn’t understand. Every strokeand whorl sucked air from her lungs until she gasped for breath, ready to burst out of her skin. Tension heightened, spiraling her upward and upward. And then the feeling between her legs exploded. Quinn screamed, crying out his name as she dug her nails into his wide shoulders.
Her eyes fluttered as she fell back to the bed, spent and dazed.
Finally, her breathing eased and she liftedher head. A hint of untamed danger lurked in his eyes. Then he gave a dangerous smile. “Again,” West told her.
He dropped to his knees as she lay on the bed, breathing heavily. “Now, lie back and just relax.”
West splayed her thighs wide-open with his hands. Then he put his mouth on her.
The first touch of his warm tongue made her jerk backward in delighted shock. He slid his tonguebetween her folds in slow, steady strokes.
The orgasm slammed into her, making her cry out. West stayed with her, kissing her gently. Then he looked up with a small smile, backhanding his mouth. He opened the drawer and withdrew the condoms he’d placed there and sheathed himself.
Quinn held out her arms to him.
“I want to take it slow,” he whispered to her. “I need you to rememberthis, remember me.”
He kissed her. Over and over, his tongue stroking her inside, imitating what was to come with his body. Nudging his hips between her legs, he braced himself on his hands.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Slowly he pushed slightly inside her. Trust filled her. She needed this tenderness and loving, but most of all, she needed him.
She needed to know that he lovedher, and this was more than mere sex.
West laced his fingers through hers. Slowly he pushed into her. He pulled back and began to stroke inside her. His muscles contracted as he thrust, powerful shoulders flexing and back arching.
Quinn drew him close as they moved together. This was West, who said he cared for her, who wanted her to recover. She needed this, needed him.
The deliciousfriction was wonderful, the closeness of his body to hers, his tangy scent filling her nostrils. She pumped her hips, as he taught her the rhythm, feeling the silky slide of the hair on his legs. He began to move faster, his gaze holding hers.
She could fall in love with him all over again, and that memory would not flee. Emotions crowded her chest as she gripped his hard shoulders. It feltas if he locked her spirit in his.
His thrusts became more urgent. Close, so close... She writhed and reached for it, the tension growing until she felt ready to explode.
