Page 32 of Fast Break
“You did. I’ll let you in on a little secret too,” he says in a way that has me leaning in. “I think you’re pretty too.”
“Really?” I say, far too breathlessly.
“Yep. Cute, pretty, gorgeous. Sweet. All the words.”
My heart is wedged up in my throat. I can hardly hear over the loud whooshing in my ears. Quinn is watching me, his face barely inches from mine. His gaze drops to my mouth and I thinkyes,this is it. This is the moment Quinn finally kisses me. It coincides with the moment I realise how badly I want him to. It’s not just a want, it’s aneed. A desperate, cloying need. Like, I don’t think I will survive if he doesn’t kiss me.
Then just when I think I can’t take it any longer, Quinn sucks in a deep breath and looks away. The disappointment that hits me is so forceful it jolts me into action.
“Quinn?”
My hand has already latched onto his and I know it is too late now to pretend this is nothing, to back out or simply laugh it off. He knows it too, surprised blue eyes looking back steadily at me.
This time my eyes dip to his mouth, the plush pink lips I have thought about a whole hell of a lot recently. I want to know what they taste like. Ineedto know what they taste like. I don’t think I can live another minute of my life without knowing what they taste like.
A wave of boldness washes over me as time whittles down, down, down. Right down to this moment with just me and just Quinn and those plush, pillowy lips that I will die if I don’t get a taste of.
And before I can second guess myself, I lean forward and plant my mouth on his.
His sharp inhale of surprise is the only sound he makes. I don’t know if it’s a good surprise or a bad one but it’s too late because my mouth is already clasped onto his. Neither of us moves, both of us just living in this quiet press of our lips. But it’s enough for me to know in that instant that one taste is never going to be enough.
I want to deepen the kiss. I want to plunge into him and forget who I am for the next few moments. I want everything from him but suddenly, Quinn pulls away, breaths coming out in sharp draws, eyes dark pools across from me.
“JT. What is—”
“I don’t know. Just kiss me, Quinn,” is all the answer I can give him. He searches my face and maybe he finds the answer he’s looking for because he surges forward again, those incredible lips back on mine. He takes charge of the kiss this time, one hand sliding up into my curls, angling my head just the way he wants it.
Andyes!This is it. This is the feeling, the one I’ve been chasing my whole life. The way he feels, so unbelievably good, so incredibly right, like all my life has been heading to this one moment in time. To this one kiss. This one kiss with a boy.
He deepens the kiss, his mouth moving on mine, and I swear on all that I am, this is the best feeling I have ever felt in my life.
His lips are warm and firm and commanding, and I have never kissed anyone like this before. A low sound reverberates from Quinn’s throat. I don’t know why but it does something to me, kickstarting a thrumming awareness inside me. My blood starts to heat and everything just starts to burn up. His tongue dips out, licking along the seam of my lips. I let him in.
Quinn nudges me carefully, enough to let me know what he wants. I yield to him, letting him push me down onto the sofa, his body lining up alongside me.
I catch fire, blood rushing south. I’m making noises I didn’t even know I could make—breathy and desperate—but he’s swallowing them up.
Quinn’s fingers dip into the space just above my waistband, sparks trailing in his wake as he glides along the chords of my abs.This. This is what I have been waiting for in forever, this kind of heady lust and want and need for another human. No one else has ever affected me like he does.
Quinn’s fingers explore my abs while my hand goes into his hair, getting to feel those silky strands as his tongue plunders my mouth. I don’t know how I can keep holding on, this need formore, more, more.
Quinn answers, his body shifting until he is on top of me. That’s when I feel the hard outline of him and when he presses against where I am feeling him the most—I officially lose my mind. Neutrons and electrons I didn’t even know I had spark to life all over. I can’t stop the whimper that leaves my mouth.
“Fuck, JT,” Quinn murmurs. I concur.
Quinn is answering every question I ever had about myself with this kiss, but I know there’s still more. So much, much more. I love the weight of him on me like this, love every inch of his hard body on mine. I love the way he controls me, how easy it is to yield to him.
His hand slides to my hip and then back to my stomach but there is a tremble to his touch, like he’s trying to hold himself back. I don’t want him to hold himself back. I want everything. I want his hand to drop lower. I want his hand on my dick. It’s the first time I have ever wanted anyone to touch me like that.
Quinn though has other ideas as he breaks the kiss, panting breathlessly into my mouth as I do the same.
“I have to stop kissing you,” he pants.
“No. Don’t stop,” I protest, chasing those perfect lips. His blue eyes are gone, completely blown to black as he pulls air into his lungs.
He lets out a slightly desperate laugh, gaze dropping down to caress my overheated body. “Believe me, JT. I don’t want to stop kissing you either but I’m afraid if I don’t, I’m not going to be able to stop myself from doing a whole lot more.”
“Like what?” I’ve suddenly gone all breathless but I am beyond caring how I sound right now.
