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“I–I–never…”

“Speechless? Well, if this is all it takes…”

Part of her wanted to stomp on his foot for that joke, but in all seriousness, she was frozen in place. She was a lump of fleeting thoughts.

Quinn shuffled his feet. For the first time, Kat considered his position. He had been squatting against the rock. His muscles were probably fatigued.

“I’m sorry.” She wiggled to get off of him. “Your muscles must be spent.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Something like that.”

In her rush to free herself from him, her hands brushed down his core and grazed the hard member still jutting out.

“Oomph,” he groaned. “Watch your hands, doll.”

Kat couldn’t recall the last time she felt so clumsy. It was as if she were feeling out her body for the first time. She didn’tnotlike it. How could she say that after experiencing the most magnificent pleasure of her life?

But she couldn’t suppress the foreboding sense that things were about to change for her.

Chapter 8

ASIFQUINN’STHOUGHTSweren’t scattered enough. Half of them were blowing like leaves in the trees, several of them were floating downstream, and a few of them–the most vexing ones to be sure–were sitting right around where Kat’s hands had accidentally stroked him a few moments ago.

God, he wished that wasn’t accidental. But he wasn’t going to make this time about him and his needs. Yes, it was definitely verging on the point ofneed, right about now. But he could maintain control.

The boulder was an excellent support. Quinn leaned back into it and stretched his legs out. He hadn’t exerted that amount of effort squatting since, well, he couldn’t actually be sure about that one. But to see her face as she came rubbing herself against him, taking her pleasure, that was worth holding the position for another full day if need be.

But still, questions nagged at him. Why her? Why now? He had always viewed her as the mouthy one, the one who liked to provoke people. And now all he could see was that luscious mouth, and yes, how she provoked him to all kinds of erotic fantasies. Quinn raked his hands through his hair and sighed.

“You’re my first,” tripped off Kat’s pink flamingo lips.

As if he hadn’t expected that he was her first. He thought he was, from her behavior, which was why he was frustrated at himself for taking things as far as he had. Even if he wasn’t her first, well, that thought sent a pang in the vicinity of his heart. But he wouldn’t be jealous, per se. More annoyed that she felt she needed to clarify, he pinched his nose.

“What?” another word stumbled out, as she ran her hand up her forearm. He now recognized the gesture as her way of self-comforting.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“What do you mean it doesn’t matter? Of course it matters. I don’t want you to think I just go around…” The words faltered.

“I don’t.”

“You don’t, what?”

“I don’t thinkthat.” He extended his palms out to her. “Of you.”

Kat didn’t take his proffered hands, so he made the invitation verbally, “Come here.”

“Why?”

Blasted woman.“Do I have to have a why? Just come here.” He pushed himself off the boulder and grabbed her wrist, lightly tugging her into his body.

“If I was your first or not, this is up to you. It’s your body. It’s your life. It’s your choice.” His eyes fell to her creamy mounds, nearly popping out of her frock. He wanted to grab her bottom again, but he held his hand at the small of her back instead. Just above her cleft, where his pinky could extend down between her cheeks, if only she gave him a sign.

He was still hard. He wanted to do all manner of licking, sucking, and biting to see her come again. Chin tucked, he tilted his head up to peer at her from the side.

“Honest to God, Quinn. I thought you were stuffed.”

Was that the sign? He pulled her into his hardness. “It’s definitely not stuffed.”

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