Page 13 of Dream Lover
Joe and Carley put on quite the show, going beyond heavy petting once they got deep into their kiss. There was no doubt touching going on under the table. Joe pulled back, and Carley bit her lip and moaned. Someone was getting laid tonight.
“You ready to get out of here?” I asked, leaning into Quinn’s ear, feeling her body slightly tremble.
“Please.” Quinn was blushing, and I wished I knew what was going through her head at the moment. If it was anything like mine, we were in trouble. The things I wanted to do to her. I wanted to explore more than kissing with her, that was for sure.
I escorted my gorgeous date to the room, hand at the small of her back the entire time.
Quinn stood in front of the closet, struggling with the zipper, hand stretched behind her back. “Allow me.” I placed my hand at the small of her back, letting her know I was behind her. I felt her shiver and heard her sharp intake of breath.
Part of me wanted to spin her around and kiss her right then and there, but in the elevator a decision came to me. One my cock wasn’t happy about, but I knew what I wanted. How I wanted to play this.
I wanted Quinn to lose control for once. Even young she kept a tight hold on everything around her. Her closet was organized just as her suitcase was. Even her toiletries in the bathroom were lined up and in order.
To see her let loose and be wild with desire. It was in her eyes as I looked at her in the mirror. She wanted me—for the night or more, I had no clue. Finding out became the goal for this trip. It was an opportunity that if played right could work in my favor. I was all in to find out.
“Thanks.” Her voice was low and so damn sweet; the sound traveled straight to my cock. Hell, everything had me turned on while in her presence.
Gathering her hair in my hands, I wanted to yank it, tug her head back and claim her lips, but I held back, barely. It was pure torture.
Instead, I placed the locks over her left shoulder as her eyes grew with desire in the mirror. My fingers met their purchase, dragging the zipper down at a leisurely pace, tormenting myself with the action and exposing her flawless back, except for a freckle on her right shoulder that was shaped like a teardrop. I had wondered if the angels wept when she was created; guessed I had my answer. We both stood frozen as she clutched the front of the gown to her middle.
My lips watered to kiss that teardrop and taste her skin.
Her throat cleared, and she disconnected our gazes. The loss was like a physical punch. “I’m going to go change. Thanks for a great evening.” She darted to her suitcase, grabbing something quickly.
“No problem. That’s what I’m here for. I’m at your disposal.” In the mirror, I rolled my eyes at how lame that sounded in my own head.Moron.
Quinn retreated to the bathroom, and I took advantage of the moment alone, stripping down to my boxer briefs as they tented from my erection. A shower in the morning was a must. My hand was getting a ton of action his trip.
I turned down the lights and got into bed, knowing I wouldn’t be getting much sleep. At least not with Quinn so close and yet still so far away. I wanted her so deeply, desperately. If she didn’t kill me during this trip it would be a miracle.
I had been playing this game of pretend with her for years and was tired of hiding my emotions toward her under the surface. I knew the kind of man she deserved. Before, I wasn’t ready to be that man, but what if I could be now?
Quinn
IF YOU FALL, I’LL BE THERE. SIGNED, the FLOOR
Oh,what will today bring?
It was day two of the challenge and, knowing Rebecca, she was probably going to have us give our man head in front of everyone or something stupid. Not that I’d do that, but her challenges seemed to have a sexual undertone.
Lord knew what today was going to be.
Right after breakfast the guys were whisked away to go and play golf, a sport I could do without. My skin still tingled from when Conner squeezed my shoulder upon leaving. Not having him here felt cold. I missed his presence already.
I kept replaying the scene in our room last night over and over again in my head. Seeing him in the mirror, his eyes dilating, breathing coming harder, Conner stealing my breath away with the simplest and gentlest touch when he volunteered to undo my zipper. The heat of his hand on my lower back seared me. The tender touch of his finger brushed over the birthmark on my shoulder with reverence. His breath fanned over my neck, warming it because he was so damn close.
All I wanted in that moment was for him to spin me around, grab me close, and kiss me. No man had ever made my heart beat as fast or wild as Conner Davenport could.
Did he know how much I adored him? That no one could ever make me feel the way he did. While I was grateful he didn’t kiss me in front of the group, I wanted him with every fiber of my being. The words to tell him this wouldn’t leave my lips. I wanted him to make a move last night in the room, but this was new territory for both of us. This was Conner and me. We had grown up together. I had dreamt of him for years, and now I had finally kissed him, and it was out of this world.
Nothing compared. I was scared that nothing ever would if this went south.
Rebecca announced we were supposed to dress in something we could move in. Maybe spin class? Lord only knew with her. Throwing on black leggings and a white crop top that hung off my shoulders, I swept my hair into a ponytail ready for what the day brought my way. I slipped on my sneakers and met the other girls in the lobby.
They were relatively dressed like me. Rebecca, though, had on booty shorts that left little to the imagination with how high they were cut and a sports bra. It wasn’t surprising considering she loved to be the center of attention anywhere she went, and she wanted every man in the place staring at her ass.
This rubbed me very wrong as she was getting married to my brother. I held my tongue, but it was damn hard. The way she was making a show of herself was disrespectful to my brother. She was eating the attention up, acting ridiculous. Licking her lips and bending over to do stretches in front of the audience that was gathering.
