Page 67 of Lost the Handle

“Totally. I don’t want anyone touching you.”

We share a goofy grin, and he may not be like the guys I read, the ones who would murder everyone for me, but Quinn Adler would stand beside me, hand me the match and the gasoline, and watch me set the world on fire.

He’d even cheer for me.

“I’m really your first?” he asks, his eyes still burning into mine.

I brush my fingers along his jaw. “You’re my only.”

He turns his head, capturing my fingers between his teeth. I gasp in surprise before he licks my fingertips. His eyes never leave mine, keeping me locked in his inferno of a gaze. He kisses the tips of my fingers as I graze them over his lips. “Is it bad that I’m super turned on by that?”

“Nope. It’s probably a primal reaction.”

His lips quirk. “Then this must be considered a primal need.”

He moves between my legs so quickly, I can’t process what he’s saying or doing. His mouth is on me, sucking my whole pussy in his mouth before he licks me from entrance to clit. I whine his name then arch up before I mutter, “I have no clue if it is or not.”

“It is.”

I groan loudly. “Please don’t stop.”

His laughter vibrates my clit before he murmurs, “Don’t plan on it.”

As he destroys me just like I wanted, I don’t allow myself to wonder how true his words are.

Or how long we’ll live in this little sex haven we just created.

I have plans for forever. I just hope his plans line up with mine.

Chapter

Thirty

Emery

“Fuck, Em.”

Quinn’s fingers bite into my hips as he thrusts up into me, my ass hitting his hips, the water between us amplifying the sounds of our bodies connecting. I’m pretty sure he wasn’t expecting me to jump in the shower with him, but I want him thinking of me all day. He puts a foot up on the built-in seat and shoves his cock even deeper, making me scream in pleasure. He moves his hands as he pauses inside me. He’s deep, and I swear I feel him everywhere.

Where he belongs.

“I’m obsessed with how your body has changed,” he says through ragged breaths. “So fucking hot. Your left breast is bigger than the right. Not much, but I know.”

Being impaled on his huge cock makes it hard to breathe, but I manage to get out, “What every girl loves to hear.”

He chuckles deeply, each thrust taking away brain cells I may need. But fuck ’em, I’m lost for this man. “Still 214 freckles and nine moles.”

I can’t help but grin at his big brain. “There is a difference?”

“Yes, but your pussy feels too damn good to discuss that right now. You look and feel so perfect, Em.”

I throw my head back into his shoulder, and he nuzzles my neck, kissing and licking my heated skin. “I forget that you have a photographic memory. This is my insecurities talking, but don’t tell me you’re comparing me to all those girls you had.”

He scoffs. “It was three very forgettable girls, and none of them compared to this body.” He smacks my ass, and I hiss in surprise. He has always been so heavy-handed with his smacks to my ass. I love it. He snakes his hand up, collaring my neck, his thumb against my pulse point as he holds me. In a gruff voice, he rumbles into my ear, “You also know that I lose all sense of reality when my eyes land on you. Everything fades away, and it’s just you.”

“Oh God, Quinn,” I cry out, overwhelmed by how deeply he’s fucking me and his words. He knows how to work me in all the ways I crave, stimulating my brain and destroying my body.

“Yes, baby,” he says hoarsely against my ear. “I love how you strangle my cock.”

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