Page 53 of Sultry Nights

Those words did things to her body that nothing in the world had ever done. It was as if an electric current sizzled around her body, touching every nerve ending. Wetness pooled between her legs and her knees shook slightly.

"I want you too, Quinn."

His fingers reached around her body and continued to unbutton her blouse. He slowly pulled her blouse over her shoulders and tossed it onto the small table in front of the sectional. She felt his fingers brush up her bare back and within a second, her bra strap snapped open and his hands eagerly divested her of her bra.

The warm sultry air in this room and the ceiling fan blowing softly on her body made her nipples pebble tightly and Quinn's strong sure fingers unbuttoned and unzipped her slacks. As soon as her slacks were opened, his fingers slid inside her pants, under her panties, and found the most perfect spot to touch her.

Her hips pushed forward into his fingers, and she wanted more. Now.

"Quinn."

He kissed her ear again, slid his hand from her pants, and spun her around once more so she was now facing him. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head, undid his pants, and slid them off while she watched him.

He was magnificent. His rigid cock strained toward her. His tanned body was toned, and his chest was peppered with just the perfect amount of dark and silver hair, which she found incredibly sexy. Her fingers dove into his chest hair, enjoying the feel of the curls against her skin. While she explored his body, he pushed her slacks and panties over her hips and let them fall.

Her fingers slid down his chest and her hand wrapped around his hardened cock, which made his breathing come in spurts.

He pushed into her hand back and forth a few times until the pre-cum glistened on top. She swiped her thumb over the pre-cum and smeared it over his cock, and she heard his breath hitch.

She stepped out of her slacks, pooled at her feet, and he swiftly picked her up and carried her to the sectional. He sat with her on his lap, then twisted and lay on his back.

"Ride me."

Her breath hitched, and the rawness of this moment would always be carved into her brain because it was, without a doubt, the sexiest moment in her entire life.

She lifted herself over him, her knees on either side of his hips. She reached down and slid her hand up and down his cock a few times, then positioned the head of it at her entrance. She pushed down slightly, enough to insert the head of his cock into her, then she lay both of her hands on his chest and stared into his eyes.

His were dark and so intensely focused on her that she paused a moment. As they stared at each other, she slowly lowered herself onto him. A feeling she'd never, ever forget. She couldn't look away from his eyes as they bore into hers, and once she was seated fully, she wiggled herself around on him, then slowly lifted. She continued slowly until her own body betrayed her and demanded more.

Quinn's hands alternated between her breasts and her hips, sometimes holding her hips tightly to his body as she sat on him, to her bouncing breasts as her pace increased.

Their skin glistened with sweat as their exertion increased. Her hair stuck to the sides of her face as she rode him. She rode him hard.

She felt that first wave of need slide up her body, and she knew her climax was roaring to the end. Every nerve seemed to be on fire. Every hair seemed to stand on end. Her hearing dulled and her vision dimmed until all she could see was a pair of sexy dark brown eyes staring into hers as that white-hot pain turned to pleasure and she gasped her release as she said his name. "Quinn."

His hands gripped her hips and held her in place as he pushed tightly into her two more times and growled out her name. "Hanna."

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Quinn woke more sated than he'd been...well, in his entire life.

Hanna lay curled up next to him, his arm around her body, and he liked the way he felt right now, this moment, and always with her. He liked having her near him. He liked having her sleep with him.

And he really liked making love to her. She rolled over and smiled. Her hair was tousled, her sleepy eyes stared into his. His heart thumped so loud he thought maybe she could hear it.

She leaned up and kissed his lips. "Do you want me to make you some breakfast?"

He stretched. "Well, it doesn't seem very nice of me to bring you over here and then make you cook."

"Well, you're not making me. I'm happy to do it. And besides, your kitchen is lovely. I'd love nothing more than to putter around in it for a while."

He chuckled. "All right, well, you go ahead and putter away. I'm gonna jump in the shower."

He kissed her lips again and then slid out of bed and walked toward the bathroom. Just before he stepped into the bathroom, he saw her scoot off the bed and stretch. Now that was a lovely sight. She was cute in the morning. She was cute all the time, but she was really cute in the morning. He jumped in the shower before his cock had other ideas, and tried to get his thoughts on today. He was going to find out what the hell Tisha was up to. Then he'd call Sid, to see if they'd want to have dinner with them tonight. And then he'd head off to the barracks to see how they were doing with the demolition.

After his shower, he dressed and headed out to the kitchen. The delicious aroma of eggs and bacon cooking called to him.

His stomach growled. "That smells delicious."

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