Page 77 of Frequency of Attraction

She fell in love with the challenge in his eyes. She rose, feet on either side of his hips, and shoved her dress down her legs. Quinn let the fabric hang from one finger before dropping it to the ground. Her bra and panties followed. Her nipples pebbled in the breeze. Her hair moved against her bare back, but the blue fire in Vadim’s eyes warmed her. She put a hand on her hip and stared at the man below her who was slowly moving into a crouch. “Better?”

He answered with a moan as his hands grasped her hips and his mouth connected with her clit. She cried out, burying her hands in his hair. She rocked against his mouth as white-hot pleasure stormed into her body. He was soloud. He pulled one leg around to rest on his shoulder and Quinn nearly fractured. She writhed, fucking his face, until her universe exploded into shimmering fragments. She heard his chuckle through the bright, warm haze.

But Quinn wanted more. “Get naked.”

He listened well when she gave orders in the nude. She admired his body in the moonlight, all hard planes and commemorated places that defined his life. She clamped a hand on his backside and bit his nipple, reveling in his hiss and twitching cock.

“You sure? You might get caught fucking the resident bad boy.” He paid her back with a light spank.

And she might like getting caught, if the pulsing inside was any indication.

“That’s what you’re gonna do, right?” His voice was made of seduction. Of challenge. “You’re going to fuck me like you own me? Show me whosepizdathat is?”

Her nipples were rock hard against his abs. She was sure Vadim could feel her racing heart as his cock thickened against her stomach. For a brief second, she panicked. Would she be enough for this god of sex? But love mixed with the lust in his eyes.

“I am,” she promised.

Quinn pushed him to the ground and sank on top of him. She didn’t start slow. He didn’t let her. “Fuck, I’ve missed you,” were the only words he got out before they couldn’t talk anymore. Her body slammed into his rising hips, each thrust teasing and torturing. Quinn had to grip his scarred thigh to keep her balance. His hands were rough on her breasts, her ass, her throat. His thumb found her clit and pressed. Each stroke sent her higher, until her second orgasm began to crest. Quinn’s eyes fluttered closed as sensation took over her being.

“Watch us,kiska. Listen.”

She opened her eyes and saw her breasts bouncing in moonlight. Desire and sweat and love cloaked them both. Vadim was panting, cursing, fucking her with everything he had. The sound of their bodies connecting sang a rhythm into the night. Quinn was focused on the sound when they shattered. Together.

She collapsed onto him. His chest heaved against hers as he came down. Quinn cupped his cheek. “I love you.”

“You have no idea how much I love you. You own me. Every piece of me.”

“And you didn’t want to put out on the first date.”

Vadim managed a breathy chuckle. “Remind me never to question you again. You fucking me like that, under the sky I was just part of, will stay with me forever.” A happy rattle emanated from his chest as he hugged her closer. “I can’t believe I get to love you.”

“Believe it,beau. From now on, it’s you and me.”

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Vadim took Quinn to a hotel after that, just to sleep. To prove they could have a normal date, since she was just as insatiable as him, he took her out to breakfast after they woke. After he got off work, they went for a walk through downtown Victory. They may have fucked behind an abandoned gas station in broad daylight, but that didn’t mean they weren’t as in love as they were in lust. That night, he took her out to Lorenzo’s, what passed for nice and Italian in the desert.

They stayed at the hotel all weekend, fitting in as many dates in and out of the tiny, wood-paneled room as they could. The strength of his feelings for Quinn awed him. He didn’t even consider keeping them to himself. Love that big couldn’t be contained.

But then she had to leave. Part of his heart left with her.

For the next six weeks, they switched back and forth between Victory and Boston. Dasha, whether she wanted to or felt compelled by the change in Vadim’s dating status, started staying at Trav’s more and more. Vadim still let her have the bedroom. He and Quinn had had a lot of fun on his couch before they were dating. Now they were having more fun, even when they were just reading side by side, or talking about work or Mila or the stars.

He found more things to love about Quinn every day. She left love notes, in both French and English, for him to find when she was gone. She made fantastic coffee even though she only drank tea. She could cuddle and make out with him for hours without it turning into sex—though it often did. When it came to sex, there wasn’t a thing he introduced that she didn’t love. Curious, trusting, giving, Quinn made the perfect partner.

His visits to Boston brought a special kind of pain. There, Vadim knew what it meant to have a family. They took Mila to the park, on the ferry, shopping, out for ice cream. His second trip, later in the month, Mila asked to spend the night with them at the brownstone. Vadim got to give her a bath, she and Quinn played piano together, and Quinn read her stories—she was great at voices—and at the end of the night Vadim tucked his daughter into bed for the first time. Leaving his girls behind in Boston that weekend had hurt more than his broken leg, more than failing at Star City.

“I can tell something’s bothering you. Want me to take my top off?”

Vadim lay on his back on the couch, Quinn’s face on the phone screen above him. He sighed and scrubbed a hand over his freshly shaven face. “While I would never turn that down, seeing your nipples will only make it worse. Long distance is getting old.”

She looked stricken.

“Not like that. I just want more. I’m being greedy. Needy.” Vadim felt a flash of irritation. Was he really upset about time and distance when he had his dream job, dream girlfriend, and daughter in his life? He should just be grateful for the time he had with both Quinn and Mila. And his sister. Even his mother seemed happier these days. She’d left their village for her sister’s and was finding her new town to her liking. Thomas hadn’t yelled at him in weeks. Truly, Vadim should have no complaints.

“You’re allowed to want more,” Quinn reminded him.

“I need to get out of this apartment so we have somewhere for us. For Mila. A bigger place would open more options.”

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