Page 67 of Whatever It Takes

I rested my head against his chest right over his beating heart. “Good, because I won’t let you.”

He kissed my forehead, letting his mouth linger for a moment. “Has my mother been on her best behavior tonight?”

“Did you say something to her?”

His lips twitched. Of course, he did. Quinn has always been attuned to me and my feelings. He knew I was nervous about seeing his mom. He understood how much I wanted her to accept me. Especially now. After all these years, and after everything we’ve been through.

He hooked his arms tighter around my waist. “She means well. She said she wanted to talk to you. She feels bad for how she treated you in the past.”

I had a hard time believing that. The reality was, I could do no right in Ann Marie Walker’s eyes. But for her son and the sake of our relationship, I would give her the benefit of the doubt.

“I would like that.”

His hand raked up and down my back. “Have you thought about what kind of wedding you want?”

“Quinn.” I sighed. “We’ve been over this. I told you we would revisit the conversation once the ink was dry on my divorce papers.”

“I know we can’t get married yet, but it’s going to happen. It was always supposed to happen. Nothing is going to stand in our way this time. So, tell me, Charlotte, what’s your dream wedding. Because after everything we’ve been through, I’m giving you at least that.”

My eyes misted over and I told him the truth. “I don’t care.”

He looked like he didn’t believe me. “Every woman cares.”

“I don’t care if it’s a backyard barbeque, on the beach, or at the county courthouse. As long as you’re at the end of the aisle waiting for me, that’s all I need.”

His eyes hooded over and he grabbed my wrist, practically dragging me off the dance floor.

“What are you doing?”

“I’ve fulfilled my best man duties. Now it’s time to get out of here. We have a room upstairs and a night to ourselves and I don’t want to waste a single second of it.”

“But they haven’t even cut the cake yet,” I reminded him.

“I don’t give a shit. Plus, you’re not a dessert eater anyway.”

Well, he had me there. I just didn’t want him to get in trouble for bailing too early. We said our quick goodbyes as he pushed us through the crowd like a man on a mission. Thankfully, everyone was too hung up on the bride and groom to think too much about us leaving before the dinner plates were even cleared from the tables.

Within minutes we were sliding the key card through the door. Quinn didn’t even bother turning the lights on. The glow from outside was the only light that lit the room.

“Take off your dress,” he ordered.

At his words I turned around, giving him my back. “I need your help,” I said, showing him the zipper.

With deft fingers, he slowly guided the fabric apart leaving a heaping pool of wetness between my thighs.

He sucked in a breath when I turned around to unhook my black lace bra. My nipples hardened into peaks as he stared down at me with so much intensity, I had to force myself to look away.

His mouth sealed over mine as he guided me toward the bed. His hands gripped my hair like a starving man and he was demanding his last meal.

My back hit the mattress and I lifted myself on my elbows as he very skillfully pulled the thong down my legs. I threw my head back when his hands began to explore every curve I had to offer. He knew exactly where to touch and how to bring me pleasure. Hell, he knew my body better than I did.

My hips bucked forward, and whatever battle I was trying to fight was lost. Watching his thick corded muscles as he moved above me triggered every single nerve ending to spark to life.

“I could never get enough of you,” he breathed into my neck as he trailed his tongue along the shell of my ear. I wanted to beg him to keep going, but my voice was lost. “You drive me fucking crazy.” He rolled his hips into me causing a groan to fly from my throat. “It’s insane how much I want you.”

His words were too much. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t breathe. All I could do was feel every touch, every lick, and every caress. I grabbed his hard length and started to stroke him through his dress pants. I didn’t think it would be possible for him to get any harder, but he did, and I swear to God, every part of my body ached with need.

“Fuck,” he growled and stood up. “On your hands and knees,” he commanded and started to unbutton his dress shirt. I peered up at him through my heavy lashes and got on all fours.

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