Page 61 of Lost the Handle

His brows pull in tighter. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was embarrassed. I didn’t want you thinking I was a lunatic.”

“I already knew that,” he says in a teasing tone, his lips tilted up at the side. “And I still want you.”

I smile. “Quinn?—”

“I still can’t believe you thought you loved me more,” he whispers, and then we both stare as he brings his hand up to cup my jaw. He moves his thumb along my bottom lip just as our eyes meet. “Not when every time I look at you, I fall even deeper for you. And when you smile, my heart feels like it’s exploding. I feel you everywhere, like a fucking tattoo along my skin. Lovebug, you’re in my fucking DNA. You are and always will be everything to me. It doesn’t have to be a contest. It can just be two people in love.”

His words slam into my chest, knocking the breath out of me. “You said you didn’t love me.”

“I lied,” he admits, his eyes burning into mine.

“You did?”

He nods, dropping his eyes to my lips, and my breath catches as I prepare for what I hope is coming. “I did, and I hate that I hurt you. But Em, not a day goes by when I am not completely in love with you.”

“Please, Quinn,” I whisper. “Kiss me, lick me, take me—just fucking destroy me.”

“In that order?” he asks, his eyes ping-ponging from my lips to my eyes.

“I don’t care. Put us both out of this misery I caused.”

“Fuck it,” he growls, and then his mouth crashes to mine.

Chapter

Twenty-Seven

Quinn

I amthe son of Shea and Elli Adler.

The most talked-about love story of two of the greatest people in the world. I’m not kidding; they’re on YouTube from when my mom sang to my dad in the hopes of getting him to be hers. Makes sense why I do what I do, now that I think about that. I’m pretty sure someone has written a book about them—off the record, of course—and one day, it’ll probably be a damn movie. They loved us kids hard and raised us to have good morals, to be loyal, and to be honest.

But it doesn’t matter what morals they instilled in me or even whether I’m really engaged; there is no way in hell I’m not kissing Emery after she bared her soul to me. After she served me everything I’ve been wanting to hear on a silver platter and looked up at me with pure guilt and longing in her wicked gaze.

Yeah, put a fork in me. I’m done. I’m Emery’s.

I snake my hand up the nape of her neck, threading my fingers into the back of her hair as I take her sweet mouth. She tastes of wine and the promise of every single naughty thing I can conjure up that involves her and me—naked. Her lips aresoft, inviting, and when I run my tongue along the seam, she opens them like only my tongue is allowed in her mouth. I grip her jaw as I devour her as if she is my last meal. I lick at her hot mouth, rubbing my tongue over hers, along the roof of her mouth, fucking everywhere, because I cannot stop.

I fucking need to consume her.

When we pull back, it’s only a whisper apart, our breaths scorching as our eyes search the other’s. Desire and longing sizzle in her gaze, leaving me panting even harder from how badly I want to burn to ash for her. I lean in, pressing a kiss to the side of her mouth, her jaw, down the column of her neck. I need to taste her everywhere; it’s been way too long. I pull her head back with the grip I have on her hair, loving how goddamn perfect her tendrils feel tangled around my fingers. I trail my teeth along the underside of her jaw, and when she lets out a little moan, my cock surges with need. I meet her wanton eyes and smirk before I crash my lips to hers once more.

Emery’s arms come around my neck, and I drop mine to the curve of her hips, bringing her in even closer. She gasps into my mouth when I press my hardness into her soft stomach, and I am about to come in my boxers when she drops her hand between us, stroking me through my pants. I hiss out a breath when she squeezes me, and she smiles against my lips.

“Fuck, baby. I’ve missed how you touch me,” I somehow get out through gritted teeth, my molars clenching.

She sinks her teeth into my lip, pulling it lightly before sucking it in her mouth. I’m lost to everything but what she is making me feel. She lets my lip go with a pop and then smirks up at me.

That devilish smile gets me every time.

“And I’ve missed this thick cock,” she murmurs against my lips, squeezing me and making me light-headed. “Are you finally going to fuck me, Quinn?”

I can’t even speak. I capture her lips again as she continues to stroke my cock, until I can’t take it anymore. I will not be coming in my pants. I pull away and lift her, her legs going around my hips and her heels digging into my back. I slide my hands to her juicy ass, thankful when my palms land on bare skin as our lips move together. I dig my fingers into her flesh, holding her closer as my cock settles against her hot core. She rolls her hips into me, and I groan in her mouth as I pull her ass cheeks apart. She cries out, and then we lock eyes. We share a breath as we stare at each other, nothing being said but feeling every unspoken word.

I missed you.

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