Page 62 of Whatever It Takes

I brought my hand down to the waistband of his boxers, slipping my fingers inside. He let out a loud growl as I wrapped my palm around his thickness that seemed to grow as I stroked him at a relentless pace.

“Charlotte,” he rasped as I ran my thumb over the tip, letting my fingers play with the precum. “You need to have patience baby, or I’m going to come all over your hand.”

“Do it,” I taunted him.

“No. That’s not what you came here for.” He breathed against my mouth, moving his hands down to my panties and pressing his thumb to my clit. My head flew back when his mouth landed on my neck. He began to nip and suck at the same rhythm that his fingers were now moving in and out of me.

“Quinn.” I started to talk, but he smothered my mouth with his. He was done letting me lead. He was taking control, and I couldn’t even be mad, because he was so damn good. I wanted nothing more than to rip his boxers off and end this little tease, but I doubted he would let me. No, Quinn was now in the driver’s seat, and I couldn’t even bring myself to care.

I moved my hands up his chest and dug my nails into his shoulders. I wanted to mark him like he was marking me. So, I brought my mouth down to his neck and sucked hard, practically biting through the skin and releasing my lips with a pop.

He hissed against my mouth. “You little minx. You want to play dirty?” His eyes challenged me. Hell yes, I silently agreed. There was nothing sexier than seeing Quinn come undone. I wanted to unleash the beast. The last time we were together we had to be quiet. This time, there were no rules or fear of getting caught. We were free to do whatever the hell we damn well pleased and I was taking advantage of that. I wanted to feel wanted and desired, like a woman should.

“I want you to fuck me, Quinn.”

His hand stopped moving. I’ve never been vocal during sex, other than your typical groan and moan here and there. But tonight, I didn’t want to be a mom. I didn’t want to be careful or quiet. I just wanted to let go, with a man who made me feel safe and loved and wanted.

His lips crashed to mine in urgency. I rubbed my throbbing clit against his swollen cock, begging him to hurry up. I wanted him inside me. I needed him to soothe the ache and put out that fire that he started. I was slowly burning from the inside out. Every touch, nip, and thrust only heightened my arousal.

I wanted to cry with relief when he finally removed his boxers. I copied his movements, sliding my barely there panties down my legs.

He reached over and undid the tie that was holding the scrappy piece of material together and lifted the top over my head, exposing all that I had to offer.

He darted his tongue out to wet his lips, a hint of appreciation played on his mouth. “You’re like a fine wine that just gets better with age.”

My eyes were smiling as I splayed my fingers through his hair. “That was pretty cheesy, but I’ll take it.”

Having a “mom body” has never bothered me. I made peace with the fact that giving birth changed me in more ways than one. It’s sad, but I never cared what Grant thought. If he found me attractive or not. With Quinn, I wanted him to look at me with lust. I wanted to please him.

Just like with most young couples, our relationship was very physical. They say that after a while, the fire dies out and the longing fades away. But I never wanted to lose that connection with him. Not when he was the only one who could make me feel this way.

“It’s the truth,” he said, holding my eyes with his. “You’re the only woman for me, Charlotte. Walking away from you was the biggest mistake of my life, but I’m ready to correct that now.” He brought his tip to my entrance and ran it along my folds. His eyes were focused on mine. “I’m going to fuck you now. Hard and fast. Then when I’m done, I’m going to spend the entire night making love to you.”

Without another word, he thrust inside. My muscles tensed as I drew in a ragged breath. He began to move, grinding against my pelvis, delivering exactly what he promised.

He drove in and out with a force that triggered every sensation possible. It was like an explosion, erupting out of control, consuming me with pleasure. Every single part of me felt like it was being ripped apart and put back together at the same time.

The feeling was too much. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. The muscles in his neck were straining while his fingers dug into my hip bone. It was such a beautiful fucking site, watching him lose control as he moved his body over the top of mine. The mingling of our breaths, the smell of sex, and the sound of skin slapping skin took over the room.

He slammed into me, harder and faster, testing my restraint. We pushed against each other, our mouths and hands laying claim. My pants became heavy as he stretched me and filled me with a force that had me arching off the bed. “I’m coming,” I shouted, tightening my muscles around him.

He held me in place and rotated his hips and drove into me like he couldn’t get deep enough. I’d missed the feeling of being with someone who knew my body so well. Quinn spent years learning how and where to touch me and how to please me, and it felt like he hadn’t forgotten a single thing. I wanted to cry when he trailed his mouth over my exposed throat.

No one loved me the way he did. I knew that now, and he was making sure I never forgot it again. His thrusts became faster, and I dug my nails into his shoulders, feeling them stiffen under my fingertips. He buried himself to the hilt, threw his head back, and finally let go. I felt his pleasure pulse and jerk through me.

It took a few minutes for his body to relax before he dropped his head to my shoulder. I threaded my fingers through his hair, enjoying the silence, wondering how I ever let this man get away from me.

“I love you, Quinn.”

He lifted his head, bringing his thumb up to my bottom lip. He traced a pattern along my mouth. “It’s always been different with you,” he said, holding my gaze. “I’ve slept around, had my fun, but it never meant anything. Even with the few relationships I had, it was never like this.”

God, I loved this man. I spent so many years hating him and feeling lost, now I couldn’t imagine my life without him. Everything finally seemed right. I pulled his face up to mine, needing him to hear what I had to say. “Even when we were apart,” I said, measuring my words carefully, “my soul still sought you out. My heart was always searching for that missing piece. You are the only man who has had all of me. Every single bit that I had to give, has always been yours.” I inched my mouth to his. “Every tear, every laugh, and every breath belong to you.”

Moisture flooded his eyes. “Baby,” he choked out. Quinn rarely got emotional. On the few occasions that he did, you felt it. I wasn’t sure if something happened tonight or if his emotions were getting the best of him. “I want you divorced tomorrow. I want my ring back on your finger where it belongs. I want the whole world to know that you’re mine.” He swallowed and cupped my jaw. “I want us to have that life we always talked about. I want to buy a house and fill it up with little boys who are strong like me and little girls that look just like you. I promise to love Emery as much as I would my own flesh and blood.”

My heart burst with emotion. “I want that too, but it’s going to take time.”

“I know that, but I want to tell Emery about us. I want to help you both through this. Not as some friend, but as the man that will show her and teach her all the things her father won’t be able to. I want her to know that she’s loved, and I want her to feel protected. I’ll take on whatever role she’ll let me. Hell, I’d adopt her right now if I could.”

A hiccupped sob poured out of me. I wanted to feel guilty for never loving Grant the way I should have. But how could I when I had this? What Grant and I had was short lasting, but with Quinn, he was my beginning, my end, and my forever. Our love wasn’t perfect, but when he pressed a kiss to my forehead and wrapped me up in his arms, it felt like everything I had to go through led me straight to this moment.

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