Page 92 of No Place Like Home

“Take your clothes off before you get sick.” His voice was low and rough.

His boxers were skin-tight because of the water, and I could see just how hard he was now. It still amazed me that his body reacted that way because of me. Without hesitation, I did what he asked.

My body was as cold as the wet bra and panties. I took them off and threw them to the floor. I looked up, and Quincy had done the same.

He was on me in what felt like a blink of an eye. Unlike me, he wasn’t cold. He was burning up. My hands wrapped around his strong shoulders. His arms wrapped around my waist as my legs did the same to his. Our mouths were like magnets, gravitating toward each other.

This kiss was different than the others. It was desperate, but not in the same way as before. Not full of pain and scars, but hungry for something more. I couldn’t breathe, and I realized that was what I loved about these moments.

My mind went blank because I drowned in Quincy. It was such sweet oblivion. When I was with him, nothing else mattered, which should have warned me and scared me because my little boxes never did that for me.

Quincy pulled back, and we both took the opportunity to gasp for air. That fire I loved in my lungs was there, and I needed to be consumed by it.

“You are so fucking bea—”

I cut off his words with another kiss. If he didn’t finish saying them, it wouldn’t make them real, and then I wouldn’t have to live with their aftermath.

This didn’t seemto bother him, and I felt relieved. Quincy threw me on the bed. My body bounced, and I arched my back to see what he would do next. I had no idea how he made everything seem graceful and enticing. The way he crawled on the bed was something I knew would be burned inside my mind for as long as I lived. Memories were some of the only things no other human beings would ever take away from you. And having Quincy Hardwell, even if just for a moment, was something no one would take from me.

He spread my legs, and I let my back fall back on the bed, anticipating the moment he entered me.

That did not happen.

“Shit,”I hissed as I felt his tongue licking my core.

My body squirmed, trying to get away from him.

“Jessamine,” Quincy warned, using my full name.

My hand went to this head, trying to push it away, but he didn’t bulge. He persisted, his tongue moving faster, making it hard to think. Instead of pushing him away, I ran my fingers through his hair. The texture of his hair against my skin added to the overload of feelings that were spilling out of me.

“Quincy,” I moaned his name with less authority than I had envisioned.

His tongue circled my clit as he added a finger inside of me. “You’re so tiny and fucking tight. Every time I sink inside you, I feel like I can't fucking breathe.”

My back arched at his words. The deep timbre of his tone turned me on even more. My hips started to move on their own, my body ready for a release. This was too much—too personal. I had never let anyone get close enough to me to do this.

“Fuck,” I moaned as I began to come, my hips furiously riding his face as his mouth kept devouring me.

Even though I had just come, I wasn’t satisfied, and I think Quincy knew that. His lips traced up my body, leaving a trail of my arousal along the way.

My eyes were squeezed tightly shut. New experiences weren’t usually fun, so I didn’t know how to take this one.

“Jess,” Quincy whispered as his hand cupped my cheek.

His fingers were calloused, but gentle. My response was to keep my eyes closed. I didn’t have to have my eyes open to feel him. Sometimes you didn’t have to look at a person, and even if I couldn’t see him, I could recall every feature on his face from memory.

“Jessamine,” he groaned.

I couldn’t help and spring my eyes open. There was a neediness to his tone that I had not prepared for.

“Are you okay?” he asked, and something about that question tore at the tiny strings in my heart.

WasI okay? It was something I didn’t dare think about too profoundly about. I wrapped my arms around Quincy’s neck and brought his face toward mine. As soon as our lips touched, everything shifted. I was under Quincy one instant; the next, he had me above him.

The fluttering of my heart was loud. If he got any closer, he would hear just how erratic my beating was.

He positioned me on his lap. I could feel his hard-on poking my ass, and I adjusted myself and took him in without words. One of my hands was on his abdomen for support while my fingers caressed his abs. The other hand, he grasped into a tight hold. It felt different this time. More real. It wasn’t just physical, and I could feel everything I locked in my little boxes slowly slipping out.

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