Page 19 of Frequency of Attraction

But Vadim wouldn’t stop. Not until she told him to. Which she did, about twenty minutes later. Quinn placed a hand on his cheek and brought him gently away from her slick, swollen, delicious core.

“It isn’t going to happen.” Her expression was troubled. “I can tell.”

He nipped the inside of her thigh and watched her eyelashes flutter. “Don’t worry about coming, Quinn. All you have to do is enjoy yourself.”

She exhaled then, her leg muscles loosening in his grip. She settled herself back into the cushions.

“Just relax,” he encouraged. “And tell me what you like.”

He licked her again slowly and pulled her clit into his mouth. “I know you like that,” he whispered into her folds.

Her sex-strangled cry was an affirmative. She chased his mouth with renewed energy, unburdened by an outcome. He explored with his tongue, unhurried, until she started tensing again. Vadim decided Quinn had given a valiant first effort. He untangled himself from her luscious body and smoothed her dress back down over her thighs. Her eyes burned into his, wide and full of wonder, as he stayed crouched in front of her.

“Tell me what you’re feeling right now.”

“It’s different this time,” she whispered. “With you. I feel you even where you aren’t touching me. In and out. I feel you everywhere.”

He tried not to smirk. “Remember that you don’t need to come. Not yet. For now, you just need to feel. Find what you like.”

She nodded as he stood, pulling her to her feet with him. God, she was tiny. He dwarfed her completely. She liked that, too. She could not stop drinking in his body with her gaze. He could not stop the want in his gut from spreading.

She blinked up at him. “Merci.”

“For?” His dick twitched as her fingers connected lightly with his torso.

“For everything you’ve already done. I really liked it.”

He drew her closer by her hip and found the intersection of her neck and shoulder with his teeth. “You liked my mouth. What else?”

Her hands slid across his shoulders. “Loved your mouth,” she corrected. “I also love your words.”

His lip twitched against her neck. “And?”

“Your hands. They’re just so…big.” His hands had slipped under her dress to her bare cheeks. He squeezed to punctuate her point. Her inhale was the best kind of music. “Everything about you is big,” she whispered.

She wasn’t fucking wrong. “Anything else?”

She took a much longer time answering. “The contrast. You and me. It’strès sexy.”

His inked skin against her alabaster complexion. His muscles and her softness. His gruffness and her poise. Their opposition blazed heat. But he bet deep down where she’d locked up this part of herself, they weren’t so different. Deep down, everyone ached to be unleashed.

Vadim’s dick was throbbing again as he plucked her panties from the floor and handed them over. Barefoot, she could have kissed the detail of Bilbao’s Guggenheim façade in the center of his chest. But she didn’t.

Instead, Quinn slipped back into her shoes, ran her hand down his front, from his chest to the base of his cock, and walked out without looking back.

11

As soon as Quinn was out the door, she turned around and walked right back in.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Vadim turned toward her, still distractingly naked. Quinn dragged her eyes up his spectacular body to his angular, intense face.

Her core pulsed. That beautiful man, minutes before, had been buried between her legs and bestowing the most erotic foreplay of her life. Like she’d told him, she had felt stirrings entirely foreign to her, tendrils of pleasure undulating in deep, unfamiliar places. She’d climbed, felt an ascent. She’d been afraid of losing the high. Too afraid, maybe. And Vadim had helped her work through it. Though his partners likely counted in triple digits, in those few moments together, Vadim had made her feel like the only woman in existence. She hadn’t thanked him enough.

“I wanted to thank you again. You were right. I needed this lesson. This…distraction.”

Speaking of. She could barely maintain eye contact while hethrobbedlike that.

A smile tugged at the left corner of his mouth, like he could sense her struggle not to lose focus.

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