Page 49 of Q: Satan's Fury MC

“With whom?” She inhaled a quick breath and then sighed, “Oh, you mean the pretty blonde. No, no. It has nothing to do with her.”

“You sure about that?” I pushed. “You weren’t bothered that she was trying to make a play?”

She didn’t respond.

I wasn’t expecting her to.

I was learning that once Jules got something in her head, it was damn near impossible to get her to change her mind. I knew having Tenzleigh’s arms wrapped around my neck looked bad, but I needed her to know that she had nothing to worry about. “I got no interest in Tenzleigh.”

“Hmm. I wish I could believe that.”

“Well, it’s the truth. There’s only one woman I’m interested in, and she’s standing right in front of me.”

She studied me for a moment, then her eyes drifted to the floor. “I can’t do this.”

“Can’t do what?” Without answering, she turned and started for the door. She hadn’t gotten far when I called out, “Jules.”

“Just leave it alone, Quinton.” She reached for the doorknob as she grumbled, “It’s better this way.”

“Damn it, woman,” I grumbled, cutting her off. “You’re even more bull-headed than I thought.”

I took hold of her arm and tugged her down the hall. When we got to my room, I opened the door and led her inside. I closed the door behind us, then turned to face her.

I didn’t say a word. I simply stood there staring at her dead in the eye, waiting for her to say something.

Anything.

After what seemed like a lifetime, she finally placed her hand on her hip and sassed, “I don’t know how to do this, Quinton. It’s just so hard.”

“It doesn’t have to be.” I took a step over to her and placed my hands on her hips as I whispered, “You can trust me, Jules.”

“I know.”

“You say that, and yet, here we stand.”

“But...”

I could see her winding herself up to come at me again, and I just couldn’t hold back anymore. I ran my hand behind her neck and pulled her parted lips to mine, silencing her with a kiss. As soon as her tender, full mouth pressed against mine, her tense muscles melted into my arms.

We were both becoming lost in the moment when I broke free from our embrace. I looked down at her, and when our eyes met, I said, “Tell me you want this, Jules.”

She didn‘t answer.

Instead, she simply stared at me with lust-filled eyes, making me want her even more. I wound my fist in her hair and pulled her back to my mouth. She let out a needful moan when the once tender kiss quickly changed, becoming more intense and heated. She opened wider, inviting me to claim her with my mouth.

Damn.

Jules felt so fucking good in my arms, and as my hands drifted to her hips, pulling her closer, I thought about all the wicked things I wanted to do to her. The thought of tasting and exploring every inch of her naked body had me spiraling. When she looked up at me, I could not only see, but I could also feel the need radiating off her. As much as I wanted to take her right then and there, I wasn’t going to push. She would have to say the words.

We continued to kiss, and as I held her close to my chest, the moment I had waited for finally happened. She shifted her hips, grinding against my growing erection as her heated moan shuddered through her chest. I gave her hair a gentle tug, then lowered my mouth to her ear and whispered, “Tell me, Jules. I won’t touch you again until you do.”

Her eyes met mine as she placed the palm of her hand on my cheek. “I want this... I want you.”

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, I was done. I kissed her once more, long and hard, then pulled my t-shirt over my head. I watched as her hungry eyes dropped to my chest. While gnawing her bottom lip, she ran her fingertips over my muscles and trailed them along my ink and down my abdomen. She reached my waist and made quick work of my belt and fly, then started to tug at my jeans.

Leaning down, I lifted her into my arms and cradled her against my bare chest as I carried her over to my bed. Carefully, I lowered her onto the mattress, then slipped off her boots. Jules lay perfectly still as my hands reached for the waistband of her leggings, slowly easing them, along with her white lace panties, down her long legs. With every inch of exposed skin, I could feel the blood surge to my cock.

My voice was strained with need as I whispered, “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about this moment.”

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