Page 62 of Lost the Handle

I need you.

I love you.

Fear enters her gaze, and I shake my head. “Don’t.”

“Don’t stop, then,” she throws back, her eyes pleading. “Distract me from everything going through my head.”

My heart aches as I look up at her. “It’s so complicated, Em.”

She threads her fingers into my hair. “I know, but we can figure all that out later. I want you, Quinn. Badly.”

I press my cock into her center. “I have lived for thirty-six months, 1,095 days, 26,280 hours, 1,576,800 minutes, 94,608,000 seconds without you. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.”

Her lips curve, a sexy flush running up her neck as she strokes her fingers over my lips. “Show-off.”

I flash her a smirk. “I love impressing you.”

“Numbers will do it,” she teases, her eyes sparkling in a way that I know is meant for me alone. I nibble on the finger she has at my lips, and her pupils widen.

“You’re not too much,” I whisper against her fingers. “At least not for me.”

Her expression softens, her eyes glazing over. “Quinn?—”

I don’t let her say what I’m sure will be all the reasons she thinks she is. “For me, every single thing about you makes mehappy. Even when you’re fighting with me, Em, I find myself falling for you.”

“But you have this perfect example of what a wife should be. That’s not me.”

I gaze into her eyes, shaking my head. “I don’t want someone like my mom, Em. I want you.” She presses her lips together. “We aren’t our parents. We’re you and me, Emery and Quinn. And I love that about us. I love that we’re not like everyone else, that we do what we want and don’t care what anyone thinks. I don’t want you because I think we’ll have our parents’ kind of love. I want you because, no matter what, I’ll never be bored.” She smiles, and when a tear streaks down her face, I kiss it away, the salty taste making me harder. “Your chaos grounds me, Em.”

“Really?” she asks, almost shyly.

“Really,” I promise. “I wish you had told me how you were feeling at the chalet. I would have told you all this, made you believe me when I say that I can handle anything you throw my way, because I want you. All of you.”

Another tear falls before I can wipe or kiss it away, and she leans in to kiss me again. This kiss is different, though. It’s not desperate or rushed; rather, it’s full of adoration. Want. Need. Possession. I squeeze her ass, wanting her to become one with me so I never have to let her go. I know this is just going to cause more problems for me, and there is a lot more that she and I need to discuss. I can’t ignore the fact that I’m saying things that I do mean, but that I might not be able to give her right now. I don’t know if she’ll wait for me, but I have to ask. I have to beg, because there is no way in hell I’m letting go of her.

Not again.

Chapter

Twenty-Eight

Quinn

I move toward the couch,sitting down as Emery straddles my lap. When she settles her center against my cock, we both groan in delight before I take her dress and lift it up and over her head. I toss it to the side as I drop my eyes to her naked chest. I swallow as I run my fingers along the curve of her breasts, loving how soft her skin is and how her rosy nipples pucker just for me. She’s breathing hard, her chest rising and falling so rapidly, causing her breasts to jiggle in an enticing way.

I lean in, capturing one nipple between my lips before I suck the pebbled nub. She runs her fingers through my hair, her groans filling the room as she starts to rub her center along my rigid cock. I move my hand from where it’s gripping her hip and bring it between us. I hook my forefinger into the fabric that’s hiding what I want, groaning when my knuckles skim her wetness, and yank on the panties, ripping them off with ease. I’m pleased when she cries out in surprise as I lift them up between us. I lean back a bit, my eyes on hers as I bring them to my nose. Like a fucking junkie, I inhale her aroma, needing a hitafter three years without her. She swallows thickly, a lusty sigh leaving her lips as I continue to breathe her in.

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget the smell of your wet pussy. It’s my favorite scent,” I say with a wink before I throw them to the floor.

“God, I want you.”

“You got me,” I say as I glide my fingers between her hot lower lips and groan when I find her soaked. “Fucking hell, Em. All this is for me?”

She arches against my fingers. “You know it is.”

My cock throbs as I swirl my finger through her wetness, dragging her juices from her entrance to her clit and then back. “That’s fucking right, it is. God, you feel so good.”

“Don’t stop,” she begs, her eyes slowly shutting.

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