Page 54 of Between Love and Honor

“Let me.”

Gently, she lifted the shirt up his torso, over his shoulder and his head, leaving an erotic trail of kisses on his skin at each stop.

“Your turn,” he demanded when she flung his shirt to the floor.

This time his fingers got tangled in her bra, making her laugh. The happy sound was nearly his undoing. He desperately ripped at her clothing trying to get it off her body.

“Pants,” he commanded with a ragged breath. The pain of his erection pushing against his zipper was becoming damn near unbearable.

She unwrapped her legs from around his waist and scooted back. They both reached for his fly at the same time. Brushing his hands away, she took her sweet time lowering the zipper. Her gaze dipped to his belly while her warm fingers teased the skin at his waistband.

“Quinn,” he uttered in frustration.

He thought she chuckled before she pushed the two sides of denim away and he finally sprang free. Releasing a breathy sigh, she wrapped her fingers around him, slowly stroking from tip to bottom as if in a trance.

He was pleading now. “Pants. I need them off. I need yours off.”

Her eyes were dazed when she finally looked up, but she didn’t release him. Instead she donned a wicked smile and began to stroke him harder. Faster.

“Are you trying to end this before we get started, woman?”

His body protested strongly when he yanked her fingers away. But he wasn’t getting off in her hand. No way. Not after waiting thirteen long years to be inside her again. He shoved at her shoulders indicating she should finish undressing.

“Mmm,” she said, before climbing off the bed and shimmying out of her pants.

Ben froze in the midst of shoving his jeans down his thighs, reveling in the sight of her in nothing but a black pair of panties. Of course they are black. Aware she had his attention, she took her time sliding the silky fabric down her long legs before kicking them off. He swore savagely when he jostled his shoulder trying to shuck his jeans. Her laughter didn’t help.

“Lie back,” she ordered with a grin. “That way I can pull them off.”

After a brief hesitation where he reminded himself that he wanted to get to the main event by any means possible, he did as she asked. The position left him vulnerable, but the view of a naked Quinn more than made up for it.

She reached up and tugged his jeans off his legs, wearing nothing but a cat-ate-the-canary grin. He watched through half-closed eyes as she slowly crawled up his body, stopping here and there to plant a kiss on his fevered skin.

When she was face-to-face with his arousal, he shuddered at the carnal image. But he didn’t want her to linger there. He wanted her beneath him.

Now.

“Come here,” he commanded while giving her hair a gentle tug.

She remained where she was. “I like the view right here,” she replied before blowing a soft breath over the tip of him.

He bucked beneath her and that seemed to be all the encouragement she needed. Without hesitation, she drew the shaft into her mouth, suckling tightly around him.

Every molecule of sense left in his brain evaporated instantly. His fingers tangled in her hair allowing him to guide her head for maximum pleasure. The soft sighs somehow managing to escape her mouth grew more urgent as the climax built inside him.

“No!” he yelled grabbing her head with his palms.

Her lips were swollen and her eyes unfocused when she looked up at him.

“Not until I’m inside you,” he explained.

She nodded, still appearing to be disoriented. But then she crawled up his legs until she was poised above his erection. Ben tugged at her hips.

“Not yet.”

Now she was beginning to look annoyed. He knew exactly how to wipe that expression off her face, however.

“Ladies first,” he said as he dug his fingers into her fine ass and brought her forward toward his lips.

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