Page 27 of Turning Up the Heat

“Good. Now I’m in charge.” Gripping her hip, I spun her around to face me, pulling her in close to my body. With a feather-light touch, I skimmed my thumb down her neck, tracing the line from her chin down to her collarbone. She inhaled sharply and I dropped my lips onto hers, kissing her soft and slow.

“We should take this upstairs,” she murmured, barely audible.

Without breaking the connection, I lifted her onto my hips. She wrapped her legs around me and I kissed her harder, deeper. Tension coiled in my stomach as desire raced through me. Deep down, I knew I should bail, before I got more involved. But with her nipples pressed up against me and her fingers twining in my hair, straight thinking wasn’t exactly happening.

Silently, I carried Delaney upstairs, setting her down at the door. Pulling the key from her jeans pocket, she led me into the apartment, not bothering to turn on a light.

“Are you hungry?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said in a low voice, pulling her towards me, skimming my hands down her torso, over the soft fabric of her T-shirt. She shivered at my touch, smiled up at me.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know.”

I leaned down, kissing and nipping at the delicate skin of her neck. She shivered, a soft moan escaping her lips, and I pressed my body to hers. My hands found her firm ass and I squeezed it, pulling her into me.

“Take off your clothes,” she said, her gaze lingering on the waistband of my jeans.

“What happened to me being in charge here, Cupcake?” I asked, raising an eyebrow even as I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it to the floor.

“What can I say, I’m a take-charge kind of gal.” She flashed a perfect smile at me, batted her long eyelashes.

“I can handle that.” I peeled off my T-shirt and she stepped in close to me, running both her hands over my bare chest. Her delicate fingers traced the ridges of my abs, all the way down to where my hips met my jeans. There, she toyed with the button, and I tensed, working hard to maintain control.

She undid the button, inching the zipper down slowly, so slowly. My heart hammered double-time in my chest as her fingers moved downward and I hoped she couldn’t hear it. I stepped out of my jeans as Delaney stared at me, not saying a word, barely breathing.

I cocked my head. “Well?”

“Nice,” she said, circling me, appraising.

“Just nice?”

“Very nice.”

She ran her palm over my back, skimming the plane of muscle between my shoulder blades, tiptoeing her fingers down my spine. Every muscle in my body contracted. I needed her, had to make contact with her body.

In one swift move, I snaked my arm around her waist, pulling her tight against me. She stilled in my arms, relaxing against my chest. My other hand found its way to her hair, freeing the soft waves from her messy bun. I ran my hand through her hair, inhaling the faint scent of cinnamon, before dropping my lips onto hers, seizing possession of her mouth.

She responded to me, opening her mouth to mine, letting my tongue tease and explore. Her mouth tasted like apples, and I pressed harder and deeper. Letting out a soft moan, her body turned molten in my arms. I eased her down onto the couch, lifting her shirt gently over her head. Dropping it on the floor, I reached behind her, unhooking her bra. The white lace fell to the floor in one easy motion and I drank in the sight of her.

She blushed under my gaze, a rosy flush coloring her cheeks.

“You’re beautiful,” I said, stroking the smooth skin of her cheek with my thumb. She responded by taking my thumb into her mouth, kissing it. My body tensed, need pulsing through me, and all the nerves in my body tingled as electricity shot through me.

I locked eyes with her as she kissed my hand, leaving me breathless. Stepping towards her, I knelt down, unbuttoning her jeans, sliding them down her thighs, all the way to the floor. Her legs now freed, Delaney laid back as I worked my way up the inside of her legs, lightly tracing the lines of her muscles with my finger, stopping at the white silk V of her panties. She pressed up into my hand, urging me on. I answered her request, stripping the last scrap of fabric off her skin.

I straddled her naked body, our hips aligned, then took her face in my hands, pressing my lips to hers, hard and deep. I kissed her neck, her chest, eventually making my way down to her breasts. Kissing and sucking, I teased her until she moaned my name.

“Quinn.” She arched her body up against mine, pressing her hot core to me. I answered her need, stroking her until she was hot and pliant.

“Are you ready?” I whispered into her ear as I sank a finger deep into her. She bit down on her lip, nodding. I moved in and out of her as she arched against me, thrusting faster and harder.

“Now. Please.” Her fingers fumbled with my briefs, tugging them off with fervor. I sheathed up, then gripped her hips, pulling her into me. She arched up, her body warm underneath me. I answered her plea, easing into her slowly, every muscle taut, contracted, controlled.

Locking my eyes onto hers, I pushed in until we were fully joined. She exhaled, relaxing into me. I pressed against her body and she pressed back, softly at first, then harder. We worked into a rhythm, me giving, her receiving. I watched her, drank her in, as I pumped into her, faster, harder. Every inch of my body screamed for her as she bucked against my body, cresting and crying out.

I grabbed both of her hands and held them over her head as I plunged harder and faster into her. Finally, I gave in to my climax, shuddering inside her, finding my release. Letting go of her hands, I stroked her arms, circled her breasts. She shivered under my touch, slick with sweat.

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