Page 98 of Roommate's Guide to Love

Quinn lowers herself to the floor with me, both of us on our knees with our eyes locked. Her hands are cupping my face, and the more silent she is, the more worried I am that everything she said was in the heat of the moment. That I’ve now scared her back to Arizona with my admission. But when she brings my face down to hers and kisses me with a softness I’ve never felt from her, I know that this is it.

This is where our story truly begins.

“I love you, Quinn Banks. I think I’ve always loved you. And I don’t care what anyone in this town thinks or says—you’re perfect in every crazy, beautiful, maddening way. You’re perfect just the way you are. You’re perfect for me.”

She bites her lip before saying anything. But when she does, it’s the most beautiful words I’ve ever heard.

“I love you too, Porter.”

If I thought my willpower snapped when she said she’s stay, it’s nothing like my body’s reaction to hearing those three words.

Our mouths are together in an instant as our bodies go tumbling on the floor. I don’t think about the scratch of the carpet against my back. I don’t think that it would take five seconds to move us to the bed. All I can think of right now is that Quinn is on top of me, straddling me, her tits are there for the grabbing, and I’m in fucking heaven.

“So fucking beautiful,” I groan as her hips start circling around my hard cock. “You’re already so wet.”

“For you,” she says as she leans down on top of me, dropping a tit into my mouth. “Only for you.”

I suck at it as her hand reaches back, starting to stroke me like I need any sort of workup. Hell, I couldthinkabout Quinn and in two seconds I’d be ready for her.

Our mouths connect again as I roll her over, not breaking the kiss until I lean just enough away to slide into her heat. But just as the tip goes in I freeze.

“Shit. Quinn. I need?—”

She grabs my face and stops me mid-sentence. “No.”

“No?”

She brings my face down to meet hers, giving me a kiss I feel in every cell of my body. “I’m on the pill. And…well…it’s only been you. For years…only you.”

My heart doubles in size, knowing that it wasn’t just me in denial about what we meant to each other. “Same. I’m clean.”

“Then what are you waiting for, McCoy? Make me yours.”

I can’t help but groan as her words ring through my body. “Gladly, beautiful. Gladly.”

I spread her legs just enough to push into her heat. The gasp she makes as I enter her, combined with the moan that escapes me, fills the room as we settle into each other.

Holy shit, does she feel good. Perfectly tight around my cock. Wet and perfect.

I slowly start working in and out of her, because I want to feel every second of Quinn’s perfect pussy around my cock. She’s wet and tight and her hands are flat on my stomach, as if that’s going to support her. Her back is arched, her head is thrown back, and her eyes are closed as she feels every inch of me.

“That’s my girl,” I say as I continue to work her. “Take all of me. Every inch.”

Her legs go up and around my ass, hooking me tighter into her. Normally I’d try and keep my weight off her, but clearly she doesn’t want that. And, well, feeling her perfect body against mine is too good to pass up.

But what I wasn’t ready for is Quinn opening her eyes. We’ve looked at each other during sex, but then it was usually one of us daring the other to do something. Or a little teasing.

No, this time is nothing but desire. Want.

Love.

“That’s it,” I say, as our slow motions begin to pick up speed. “Just like that.”

I feel her nails dig into my back, which is how she’s always said she wants more. Maybe she doesn’t realize that’s what it’s saying, but I know my girl.

I reach my arms under her back and sit her up on my lap, making sure our bond never breaks as she straddles me on the floor.

“I love you, Quinn Banks.”

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