Page 81 of Q: Satan's Fury MC

“Nope, I’m good.”

“You sure about that?” He wiggled his brows. “’Cause I think we both could use some extra-curricular activities. It’d be good for the healing.”

“You’re a mess.” I motioned my hand toward his leg. “And you still have your stitches.”

“Yeah, but they’re fine. They’ll sustain a little afternoon delight.”

“I don’t think so.” It was good to see that Quinton was finally getting back on his feet, and I didn’t want to do anything that might cause him a setback. “You need to let Doc take a look at it and make sure everything’s okay.”

“No need in bugging him with this shit. I’m good.”

“As much as I would like to enjoy a little afternoon delight, I think we need to give it another day or so.”

“Suit yourself.”

He gave me a playful wink as he dropped his towel to the floor, then reached for his jeans, slowly pulling them over his hips. I could feel the heat flush across my cheeks when he left his jeans unfastened and gave me one of his looks.

Damn.

I loved the way he looked at me, like he’d never be able to get enough.

I felt the same about him. He was everything to me, and I couldn’t imagine my life without him.

When he took a step toward me, I held up my hand and said, “Oh, no, mister. Don’t even think about it.”

“What?”

“You know what.”

“Come here,” he commanded.

“Quinton.”

“Jules.”

His lips immediately curled into a smile when I finally stepped closer. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me closer as he whispered, “That’s a good girl.”

His eyes locked on mine as he leaned forward, but just as his lips were about to touch mine, he stopped. My lips parted, and our breaths mingled. The electricity crackled between us, making my entire body hum. I eased forward, trying to close the distance between us, but he took a step back, breaking our embrace.

I looked up at him with disappointment. “Oh, God. Did I hurt you?”

“No, babe. I already told you. I’m good.”

He slipped his hand behind my neck and pulled me forward, crashing his mouth against mine. His touch. His scent. His taste. Everything about him made my entire body tingle with desire. It had only been a few days, but I’d missed having his hands on me—feeling that sense of adoration I felt when I was in his arms.

I raked my fingers through his hair as I moaned against his mouth. Goosebumps swept across my flesh as he delved further into my mouth, exploring every inch with his tongue. His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me closer to him, forcing a light moan to vibrate through my chest.

The bristles of his beard lightly scratched against my skin as he took complete control. I wasn’t bothered by his need for control. I welcomed it. I trusted Quinton in and out of the bedroom. I knew he would never hurt me. In fact, my body ached for him, burning for more as he claimed me with his mouth. I let my hands roam over his bare chest, slowly gliding my fingers over the bulging muscles of his abdomen.

Our hunger for each other was palpable, so I wasn’t surprised when it didn’t take long for us to lose control. Our hands became frantic, and in a blink, I was down to my lace bra and panties. His eyes were focused on my almost naked body, and my heart fluttered when I noticed the hunger in his gaze.

His hands dropped to my hips. He quickly lowered my panties down my thighs, then lifted me up on the dresser. He positioned himself between my legs, and a faint growl escaped him as his mouth settled over mine again. His hands slowly eased behind my back to release the clasp of my bra. As the fabric slipped away from my body, I felt his lips glide across my skin to my breast. Lust consumed me as the wet heat of his mouth engulfed my nipple and began nipping and sucking in a way that sent chills down my spine.

A spark of lust danced in his eyes as he hovered over me for just a moment, and then his mouth was back on me, teasing me, torturing me with blissful pleasure. He lowered his hand between us, and as soon as he reached my clit, I lifted my hips towards him, grinding against his fingers. I had to find some relief from the burning need that was building up inside me.

I was aching for his touch when he lowered his mouth to my ear and whispered, “Are you sure you’re up for this?”

“Don’t you dare stop.”

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