Page 17 of Midnight Oil

"Good thinking." I nuzzled his neck as he carried me to the bed. He smelled like soap and dreamy man.

He dropped me in the center of the quilt.

My hands smoothed over it. "Ah, my old friend, Mr. Quilt." I rolled over onto my stomach and propped up on my forearms. My feet danced in the air and I watched with undivided attention as he rolled the condom over his incredible cock. I couldn't stop a mewling sound from rising in my throat at the thought of him inside of me. He caught the sound and didn't try too hard to suppress a cocky smile.

"Were you surprised to see me at your door?" I asked.

"Surprised"—he climbed onto the bed, naked and erect and turned me onto my back—"and fucking pleased as punch." He lowered his face to mine and kissed me, gently this time, a stark contrast to the more punishing kisses just a few minutes earlier. I liked the gentle kisses just as much. "Seriously, Suzy, you've got me spinning. I don't want to fuck this up."

I smoothed my hands over his shoulder and back, feeling each curve and ridge of muscle. Just touching his naked skin rekindled the craving I was feeling in the hallway. "I'm not breakable or special, Quinn," I said as I smoothed my hands over his ass. "There's no way you can fuck this up."

He moved his kisses down to my breasts. I arched my back against the feel of his tongue as it lathed my nipples. As he kissed and suckled each breast his hand moved down, along my stomach to my pussy. His fingers left a hot trail on my skin and between the folds of my pussy as he teased my clit.

"Fuck yeah," he groaned as his finger slid into the sticky moisture pooling in my pussy.

I reached for his hair and tugged it slightly. "Quinn, I'm so close. I'm nearly over the edge and I want you to be inside of me when I fall."

He shook his head beneath my grasp. "Don't you dare come until I'm inside of you. I want to feel your pussy clench around my cock," he commanded gently but continued to fuck me with his fingers. He leaned down, brought his mouth to my pussy and flicked his tongue against my clit.

I released his hair and clutched the sheets. "I'm not going to be able to stop," I cried.

"Not yet, baby. I have to feel and taste you for a minute longer. Don't come yet. Don't you dare come," he teased with words and with his tongue and fingers.

"Quinn," I said on a breath, "I don't know if I can stop it. Please."

He lifted his tongue away from my clit long enough to gently bite the inside of my thigh. Not expecting it, I sucked in a shocked breath.

He grinned up at me from between my legs. "There, did that take you back from the brink?" He returned his tongue to my clit and plunged his finger deeper.

I tangled my fingers through his hair. My body convulsed with tension as I tried to keep back from the edge. "Quinn, fuck me please. I need you now."

He removed his fingers and positioned himself over me. I clutched at his arms, no doubt leaving fingerprints in his skin. His mouth covered mine, but I was so delirious with arousal I could hardly focus on the kiss. A cry of anticipation flew out of me as his big hands wrapped around my ass. He pushed my pussy higher as he settled snugly between my thighs.

His groan was low and deep, like a growl as he slid inside of me. My pussy instantly tightened and clenched around his massive erection. Waves of pleasure pulsed through me as Quinn pumped into me, faster and harder with each thrust. I gripped him with my legs, wanting more and more of him, as much as he could give.

The muscles of his arms tensed and his long, hard body followed as he pushed into me again. His groan circled the room and floated over me, filling me with emotion, an emotion I'd never felt with Tate. He would finish and I would slip out from under him and discretely turn away. But I wanted nothing more than to stay beneath Quinn, his cock buried firmly inside of me, for the rest of the night. That thought made my chest ache. I had to remind myself that the wonderful naked man in my arms and intimately connected to me at that moment was Quinn Armstrong. I'd known full well, as I approached his door this evening, that I was going to be making myself vulnerable and risking heartbreak by starting something with Quinn. It would be fantastic and fleeting, and it was going to take a long time to forget the feel of his arms around me, his hands and mouth on me, but I was going to have to face that cold reality. Given his history, that time would come sooner than later.

But in the meantime I was going to enjoy every damn minute of it and try not to think about the hurt that was sure to come afterward.

Fifteen

Quinn

Irolled over and reached for Suzy but found an empty bed. I covered my eyes with my arm to shield them from the daylight seeping around the blinds. I searched around the bedroom. It was empty. I shot straight up to sitting and was instantly relieved when I saw Suzy's sundress hanging over a chair. The smell of coffee brewing and eggs cooking pried me from the bed.

I had woken her three times through the night, finding it impossible to sleep soundly with her naked in the bed next to me. Just as I predicted, I couldn't get enough of her, and frankly, I was feeling pretty renewed as I stepped out of bed. I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and marched toward the kitchen with purpose.

Suzy was wearing one of my t-shirts, like she wore her first night with me. Her long legs jutted out from beneath the hem as she stood at the stove stirring the eggs. She glanced back over her shoulder when she heard my footsteps.

"Hope you don't mind that I cooked some breakfast," she said as she turned back to the stove.

I reached her and turned off the stove.

"Hey," she protested and then laughed as I picked her up in my arms and put her down on the opposite counter.

"You're wearing my shirt," I muttered through my kiss on her neck.

"And you're not wearing a damn thing." Her voice softened and became raspy as she relaxed in my grasp. She placed her hands back against the counter and pushed her ass closer to the edge. "Quinn," she said on a sharp breath as I dropped to my knees in front of the counter and rested her legs over my shoulders.

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