Page 8 of Heart of Gold
chapter four
Quinn
The second I close the door, I know I’m all in. I’d never admit it but this was the plan anyway. Get my mind off the boy I left behind in Florida. The boy that I thought I’d die and be buried next to.
Dramatic I know, but that’s how it felt.
Until it didn’t.
Until he didn’t.
That was the thing, Grayson Collins didn’t know how to love like I wanted him to. The only thing he ever really loved was himself.
I shake all thoughts of Grayson from my mind and snap myself back to the present.
And the present is hot. So fucking hot.
He must sense the way I’m feeling because, without another word, he grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head in one fell swoop. He doesn’t exactly hesitate but his eyes trail my body quickly.
“You, just…”
I silence his rambling by capturing his lips with mine, jerking his v-neck t-shirt over his head.
“Anyone else in here?” He asks, noting the bag and the things on the dresser.
“No, that's my stuff. My sister is across the hall.”
He nods, slipping his shorts down. My eyes lock in on his gray boxer briefs, and the long outline of his dick.
Even more adrenaline courses through me, more want, if that’s possible. I lean into his body and his lips fall to my neck, causing goosebumps to consume me.
The way his tongue massages my skin is nearly tantalizing. I want him. I don’t care if it’s just for one night, one time. That’s why I didn’t tell him my real name. It’s better this way. Plus, it’s not like I’ll ever see him again.
His hands move from my hair down my back and in under two seconds my bra is unfastened and on the floor. This guy knows exactly what he’s doing.
I freeze, realizing that I am completely out of my element.
I do not hook up. I don’t drink. I don’t even run yellow lights. In fact, this whole spur of the moment “Quinn goes crazy” thing that I’m doing isn’t something I’m used to.
“Is this okay?” He breathes, his lips just barely touching my ear. “We can stop.”
“Shut up,” I demand, pushing him off of me and down onto the bed. Capturing his lips with mine, I take control, but he is gentle. Nothing like the smugness I anticipated would shine at a moment like this.
The way his thumb grazes back and forth against the skin on my hip is slow and sensual. Not anything like when Grayson and I would fool around.
That always felt rushed.
Thinking back, I couldn’t remember a time that wasn’t meticulously planned around his football schedule.
This though, it doesn’t feel forced, even if his personality left much to be desired. The physical connection, at least right now, is enough for me.
“Stop,” he whispers, pushing me back. “This doesn’t feel right. You probably don’t even remember my name.”
“Sure I do,” I slur. “You’re Phoenix, and I’mmmm Daisy.”
He flashes a smile, his bright white teeth showing. “Except I’m not Pheonix. Do you remember my real name?”
I twist my brow, wondering why on earth he’d want to ruin this perfect moment with words. I try hard to quickly rack my brain for his name. I come up empty handed.
