Page 16 of Midnight Oil

I climbed out of the car. Motion lights went on over the front porch, illuminating the entire front yard. I hurried to the front steps. I had never done anything like this, but I was going to go for it. Hopefully, a leggy blonde in a skimpy nightie wouldn't answer the door.

I rang the bell. There was a long enough pause that I quickly drummed up an image of Quinn being yanked out of a moment of passion by his front doorbell. He would just ignore it then, wouldn't he? God, I hoped he would ignore it. I considered knocking but talked myself out of it. He wasn't coming to the door. I'd psyched myself up for nothing.

I was just about to turn around when the front door opened. He was wearing only a pair of low slung shorts on his hips and no shirt or shoes. He looked like a giant package of heartbreak, but I'd come this far . . .

"Every time," I said, with a slightly hoarse throat from the nerves, "No matter what was happening, or how busy we were, I could count on hearing that clank-y armor and those big black riding boots coming down the hall to the serving station. I guess because I'm me and well you"—I clumsily waved his direction—"well, you areyou, and let me tell you, you really are spectacular from head to toe. I couldn't let myself even think there was anything there. I thought you were just being nice but then I thought aboutevery time. You really have searched me out every shift with your daisies and donuts, and now that I'm standing here babbling like a loon, you'll probably wish you hadn't brought me those wilted—"

His hand shot out to stop my ridiculous speech (thank goodness). The door snapped shut behind me as I slammed against his hard, unyielding body. I threw my arms around his neck. His mouth pressed down on mine as his hands slid down my waist and beneath the hem of my dress. His large palms cupped my ass and he lifted me up so my pussy was pressed against him. I wrapped my legs around his waist wanting nothing more than to feel the hard heat of his taut muscles rubbing against my aching pussy.

He pulled his mouth free for a moment. "Do you have extra panties in that duffle?" he asked. There was an unusual grainy quality to his tone, as if every muscle in his body was stretched tight.

"I don't just have this one pair, if that's what you're asking." I said lightly.

There was a tug on my panties and the sound of fabric ripping followed. I wasn't sure, logistically, how he managed it, but my panties fell away from my body.

I blinked up at him. "You're like some kind of panty magician."

"It's a gift."

"I could have just slid them off," I suggested.

"Sorry, milady, that's not the knight's way. We stick to an entirely different code of chivalry." He swung around with me clinging to him like a koala on a tree and carried me down the long, dark hallway.

His tongue explored my mouth as his hands held my ass firmly in his grasp. "I can't." He groaned against my mouth. I pulled my mouth from his and fought back tears of disappointment.

"You don't want me?" I asked, my voice sounding thin and raspy in the empty hallway.

"Are you fucking kidding?" He turned me and lowered my feet to the floor. "I just can't make it to the bedroom."

I glanced down the hallway to his bedroom. "It's literally right there," I noted but the fevered glaze of hunger in his eyes assured me those extra five feet were like a mile.

Quinn pushed the sweater off my shoulders. I felt the soft fabric brush the backs of my legs as it fell to the ground.

In seconds, I was sandwiched between the cold plaster wall and his hot, hard body. He kissed me in a way that would surely leave my lips swollen and bruised. He pulled the hem of my dress up. His mouth lifted from mine and he gazed with deep green eyes at my face and lips.

"Is anything wrong?" I asked quietly.

"Just making sure you want this." His voice was low and strained from arousal.

I responded by lifting my mouth back to his and reaching for the button on his shorts. They were loose enough on his hips that one button and they slid down to his ankles. His hard cock brushed against my hand. A groan rolled up from his throat as I wrapped my fingers around his erection.

I pulled my mouth from his with a slight gasp at the size of it. This time it was him to ask the question.

"Is there anything wrong?" he asked as he continued a trail of kisses along my neck.

"On the contrary, everything is fucking magnificent," I whispered against his ear. I stroked him, taking in the full length of him. Hot moisture surged between my legs at the thought of him thrusting into me.

Another long stroke coaxed hot beads of sticky moisture from the tip of his cock. I rubbed my thumb around it, thinking about how delicious the sticky fluid would feel against my pussy. My teasing was too much for him.

He growled and took my face between his hands. "I have never wanted anything so badly—" He stepped out of his shorts, then paused. "Fuck."

"Oh my gosh, now what?" I asked with a certain degree of frustration. "I, too, have never wanted anything so badly. I'm so close to orgasm a waft of cool air between my legs might just trigger it."

"Sorry, I'm usually much smoother, Suzy Q, but you've got me spinning." He swung me around and carried me to the bedroom.

"Guess you decided that the bedroom wasn't too far after all. Kind of relieved because I really do love that quilt of yours."

"Yeah, and my condoms are in the nightstand. Didn't think it would be too cool to leave you pantiless in the dark hallway while I roll on a shield."

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