Page 50 of Toxic Obsession

“Oh my God, Quinn,” I moaned. “Please, don’t stop.”

To my surprise, he removed his fingers and eased them into his mouth. I watched while he licked and sucked my arousal off. A teasing smile tugged at his lips as he stood and reached into his back pocket, producing a condom. Tossing it on the bed, he made quick work of removing his shirt, then his jeans. His cock bobbed free before it rested against his toned abs. The muscles in his shoulders and chest rippled as he tore open the condom wrapper and rolled it over his thick erection.

Quinn kissed his way back up my stomach, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, whimpering as he positioned himself between my thighs. He lifted my hips, and I spread my thighs, granting him full access. The head of his cock slipped up and down between my pussy lips, and his growl of desire sent a delicious shiver straight through me.

He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed inside, watching my face. I closed my eyes and lost myself in his touch.

“Open your eyes, Wynter.” His voice was low and dominating. My lashes fluttered open, focusing on him.

Quinn pressed his mouth to mine and his searing kiss blazed through me as he moved, our skin growing slick with sweat. Our bodies clung together, and our fingers were intertwined, desperate to hold onto the moment. My muscles coiled as resounding waves of ecstasy radiated throughout me. My pussy clenched around his dick in intense rhythmic pulses, so powerful I struggled to breathe.

An uncomfortable mix of vulnerability, fear, and hope ricocheted through me like a bright burst of light. Quinn’s expression shifted, pleasure washing over his face, consuming him with his release, even as he never broke our gaze.

Quinn stilled, then pressed a gentle kiss to my mouth. “One night.” He nuzzled my ear. “I won’t lie, though. I hope we will have more.”

I looked up at him, tracing my fingertips along his strong jawline. “Maybe friends with benefits.” I cracked a grin in an attempt to ease my panic.

The guys I’d been with at Dimitri’s knew how to get me off and have fun for hours, but what had just happened between Quinn and me was different—somehow my emotions had snuck up on me, slapping me silly. Before I fell down the rabbit hole, losing myself in my feelings for him, I gave his ass a playful smack.

Quinn chuckled and rolled off me, lying on his side. He traced a little circle around my nipple before his fingertips danced between my breasts and down my stomach. Quinn swallowed hard, then looked into my eyes. “I think that might have been more intense than I’d expected.”

Unable to hide my surprise, I frowned and wondered what he meant by his comment. “I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing.”

“Definitely a good thing.” He rolled over onto his back and motioned for me to snuggle up to him. In all of my twenty years, I had never snuggled after sex. Hell, I hadn’t ever dated either, but here I was. I’d done both in less than twenty-four hours.

Quinn wrapped his arm around me as I placed my head against his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. The sound of his soft breathing soothed my anxiety, and my eyelids fluttered closed as I gave into sleep.

* * *

“Wynter.” Quinn’s voice reached my ears.

“Yeah?” I attempted to move my neck and winced, realizing I was still plastered against Quinn in his bed.

“I need to sneak you out of the house before Adam finds out you’re here.”

I jolted upright, hitting him in the jaw with my elbow. “Oh shit! Are you okay?”

He smirked. “I’ve been hit a lot harder on the field.”

Rubbing the haze from my gaze, I squinted until the red numbers on his digital clock came into focus. “It’s seven? I guess we got a few hours of sleep.” I crawled off the mattress in search of my clothes.

Quinn stretched, his naked, muscular body catching my attention. “You shouldn’t do that unless you want to give me a ride before I leave.”

His chuckle filled the room and I stepped into my G-string. Quinn stared at me as I dressed, watching my every move while his dick lengthened. “I wish we could, but I can’t risk Adam’s temper this morning.” He wrapped his fingers around his shaft. “I’ll obviously be thinking about you today.” His focus remained on me.

Feeling silly from lack of sleep and giddy from our evening together, I cleared my throat and said, “As the wounded zebra attempts to hobble away, she’s unaware of the crouching lion in the thick of the grass,” I narrated in my best National Geographic voice.

The color drained from Quinn’s cheeks, and I hesitated as I hiked my skirt up my legs and over my hips. What had I said to upset him? “Did I get the lion part wrong?”

He stood and shot me a half-hearted smile. “Nah, it was pretty good, but I think I’m more of a panther.”

“Noted.” After losing Ky, I learned really fast to read people and Quinn wasn’t being honest with me. Something else had bothered him about what I said, I just had no idea what.

“We need to be quiet leaving the house. I’ll drop you off at your place.”

“Thanks. It would be a long walk from here,” I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Maybe Quinn wasn’t a morning person. If we hooked up again, I would have to remember that tidbit about him.One night.My heart sank at the reminder of our one-night agreement, but I needed to walk away if I knew what was best for my fragile soul.

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