Page 97 of With A Little Luck
My heartbeat picks up.
I pluck off my glasses, stretching over and tossing them on the nightstand portion of the huge shelving unit next to the bed.
Quincy squirms under me, and her pheromones flood the air. She tugs on my T-shirt, and I follow her command, settling back over her. It’s complicated with how pregnant she is, but myforearm lands next to her head, and I keep most of my weight off to the side.
She leans up and catches my bottom lip, rolling her tongue over it. The reaction in my sweatpants is extreme, and I have no doubt that she can feel it even through the material.
Growling, I lock my muscles to keep from grinding into her and fight for dominance of the kiss. It tickles my instincts when she lets me take over.
She whimpers, and her head falls to the mattress. I follow her down, trying to remember what I’m supposed to be doing.
She’s going to know how underprepared I am for this mission, but here’s hoping my enthusiasm and work ethic shine through. They have to make up for my lack of experience.
The sensual tease of her tongue around mine has my cock a sticky, leaking mess. I’m so lost in the physical sensations and her scent in the air that it takes me ages to realize she’s grinding her pussy against my knee that rests between her thighs.
My hand flattens on the top of her head while I tug my other from her cheek, trailing down her neck as I give her another opportunity to breathe.
She smiles, all red cheeks and sweaty brow, but my stomach drops when her face contorts.
“I need…” She groans, shaking her head. “You. I need you, Trigg.”
My alarm ratchets higher with the realization of how hot her skin feels compared to mine. She makes a frantic grab for my hand, pulling it around her stomach and settling it over her sex.
She yanks up the waistband of Ridge’s sweats that she’s clad in and guides my fingers lower. “See? I ache…”
“Fuck,” I growl, shoving my tongue into her mouth once more.
I’ve never felt more helpless and inept. She continues pushing my hand down, and I brush her drenched lower lips.
Every inhale sends her scent flooding my senses until a strange warmth takes over my chest.
My lungs buzz.
My heart thunders.
And my cock throbs with an ache that I couldn’t describe if I tried. All I know is that I won’t be satisfied until I’m buried inside her.
Quincy has no problem showing me exactly what she needs. She cups my hand, and her fingers almost interlace with mine, but not quite. Just enough that she can guide my middle finger around her clit.
Coconut and creamy vanilla, mixed with that indescribable electric tinge. I’ll never look at dessert the same way again.
Quincy pulls her hand from mine, leaving me to manage her pleasure while she struggles to get Ridge’s sweats down around her thighs.
It’s a tangled mess of limbs and fumbled movements, but I hold myself out of the way and eventually release her cunt to help get her out of the material. I assume the sweats end up bunched by her feet, but I have no idea. I’m too focused on removing my shirt with a hand at the back of my neck.
Quincy whines, running her hand down my bare chest. She scratches her nails over my stomach and hits the band of my sweatpants. “These too.” She grins, her eyes glassy. “Please.”
My body scrambles into motion, handling that.
I barely have the presence of mind to keep from trapping her to the mattress with my weight as I settle over her once more.
I’m shocked to find she pulled Ridge’s T-shirt up while I was busy. My canines pulse painfully, and a foggy sheen takes over my vision.
Closing my eyes doesn’t help.
Shaking my head fails to clear it away.
Mount. Rut. Breed. Claim.
