Page 7 of Fall for You (Flirting with Forever 4)

I nod, and his head dips down, lips covering mine. A swift rush of energy zips through me, lighting up all my senses and making my body feel warm and pliant, like melting candle wax. His other hand finds my waist inside my coat, fingers gripping me tightly as he pulls me to him and continues to explore my mouth. After a few seconds, he helps me shrug out of the heavy winter jacket, and I gladly cast it to the floor.

Without thinking about it at all, I cling to his shoulders, moaning softly as my lips part for him. The fiery kiss deepens, and I sigh with pleasure, unable to remember the last time a man had his hands on me or if it had ever felt this good. Oh God, everything he does rachets up my desire another notch, and my panties have become positively damp. Maybe not so dry and dusty in there anymore …

Was it just an hour ago that I’d joked about not minding if this man were to take care of my dry-as-the-Sahara lady parts?

I strain toward him, breasts pressing against the solid wall of his chest.

He walks me backward to the thick stone column on one side of the bar. When he cages me against it and presses his erection against my stomach, I’m unable to prevent the throaty moan from passing my lips. It occurs to me that I’m rubbing up on someone who is almost a complete stranger, but my pelvis seems to have a mind of its own, uncaring as it grinds into him, seeking relief from the knots and twists that have formed in my lower abdomen.

His tongue is wicked, tasting my mouth like it’s his right. At the same time, his hands have worked their way under my blouse and begin an exploration of my stomach, gliding over my heated skin. Shameless, I tug on his shirt, and he quickly gets the idea, stripping it off in one quick motion. His chest heaves as my eyes devour his powerfully-muscled torso, complete with ridged abs that make me want to lick him. My fingers move to my chest, unbuttoning my top.

Once the shirt hangs open, he slides his hands under the fabric, pushing it from my shoulders, and watches it drop to the floor. He gazes into my eyes, kissing my mouth again, owning it. Owning me. He reaches between us, flicks open the clasp on the front of my bra and nudges the straps from my arms, all while continuing his masterful assault on my lips. He groans as he cups my small breasts in his hands.

“Tell me to stop, Quinn.”

I arch my back, forcing my breasts harder against his palms. “I don’t want to.”

He slips his arms around me and pulls me to him as his lips find my neck, his nose dragging along my jaw. His tongue darts out to trail a warm, wet path over my collarbone. He inhales and groans a little, pressing me into the stone at my back. His forehead rests right between my breasts for a second, and I swear my heart is pounding so furiously that he must be able to hear it.

I ache for him. I want him to suck on my nipples and touch me in places no virtual stranger has any business being near. But he doesn’t feel like a stranger to me. He feels like … like home. I haven’t even wrapped my head around that errant thought when his mouth slides over my skin and his tongue swirls around my nipple, sending sparks shooting right through me as it pebbles under his ministrations. I cry out his name, an agonized plea that begs for more. He draws me further into his mouth and sucks, making the tip a diamond-hard point. Just when I think I can’t handle any more, he moves to the other side, working me into a frenzy all over again.

My hands slide over the delicious ridges of his abdomen before I reach for his waistband. I undo the button, then unzip the jeans I’d admired earlier for how well they showcased his rear view. Grazing his skin with my nails, I hear his quick intake of breath as I slide my hands to his back, hook my thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and push them and his jeans down his taut, m

uscled ass.

He kicks himself free of his shoes and remaining clothing. While I quickly work the button and zipper of my jeans, my gaze falls to his long, thick erection. My eyes widen, and I swallow hard. I don’t hesitate. I slip out of my ballet flats and shove my jeans and panties off, then reach for him again. Grabbing me under my ass, he easily lifts me so my legs can wrap around his lean torso.

All this skin on skin contact is enough to elicit a full-body flush. I tingle all over as he presses my back to the stone and captures my lips with his once again. Our every movement becomes frantic. Hands slide over bare skin. Fingers touch. Lips consume.

I feel the crown of his cock at my very wet, very ready entrance.

He lifts his head, looking deeply into my eyes. He grits out, “I’m clean. Are you sure this is what you want?”

If I don’t have this man inside me in the next five seconds, I may cry. I nod. “Yes. I’m clean, too, and I’m on the pill. I want this.”

He doesn’t wait after that. His dick pushes inside me, and I gasp aloud. I blink. All I can feel for a few seconds is the incredible sensation of fullness as he seats himself all the way inside me. I drop my head back against the stone behind me and hiss out, “Oh, hell yes.” My inner walls clench around him. It feels delicious, decadent, and all kinds of naughty.

He chuckles against my neck as his fingers dig into my ass cheeks. Then he begins to move in and out of me, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It’s a little rough, a whole lot wild, and supremely satisfying.

Pumping into me, he growls, “Fuck, this is so hot. You’re fucking amazing.”

I grind down against him as his pelvis hits my clit just right over and over again until my legs begin to quake around him. I’m almost completely useless, my body languid at feeling the tendrils of my impending orgasm beginning to unfurl. He holds my full weight as he drives into me. The things his cock is doing to me, the way he’s making me feel, should probably be illegal. One hard stroke and then another, and I’m coming apart in his arms, shaking, my entire body rippling with the power of my orgasm. I’m one shimmering, shuddering mass of pleasure.

I’d almost forgotten how good it feels to be taken to the edge and then shoved over by another person. I gasp near his ear, “Liam …”

His body tenses, then he comes inside me. Hard.

We stay like that, wound together, my body pinned against the stone column, his warm breath against my neck for what feels like an eternity.

Eventually, my legs unlock from his waist and drop to the floor, and he pulls out of me and steps back. The only movement from either of us is the rise and fall of our chests. Our eyes lock. I study him, this man I’ve just had the most intimate of relations with, this man who’d spun me completely off my axis the minute I’d walked in the door. Slowly, my fingers touch my lips, trying to memorize the feel of his kisses. My eyes slam shut. I just had the most intense, gratifying sexual experience of my life—with someone I hardly know. What on earth does that say about me? What did I just do?

Chapter 5

Quinn

In a daze, I wander out of my classroom and across the hall to where Sophia and Heath’s classes are. I try Sophia’s room first, but she’s not there. On the far side of the room, there’s an office, which connects to Heath’s room.

Trying to control my emotions, I take a deep breath as I lift my hand to give a quick knock to the door of the office. I don’t bother waiting for a response and just open it and poke my head in. Heath glances up from the papers he’s grading.

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