Page 46 of Something like Redemption

Or does he?

“You’re not going anywhere.” He steps in front of the door, arms crossed.

“Oh please, what are you going to do? Gag me? Tie me to the bed? Throw me over your shoulder? You’re all talk. Now move,” I demand, my voice never wavering as I stand my ground.

The air sizzles with an unseen static, and as we stare at one another, our chests rising and falling steadily, I know something big is about to happen.

I just don’t anticipate what.

Quinn is on me before I have time to back away, but who am I kidding? I lunge for him at the same moment he lunges for me. He pushes me up against the wall, his warm body entrapping mine. Our mouths collide, and it feels like an atomic bomb exploded, causing a ripple effect throughout my entire being.

I can’t get close enough to him, fast enough. I’m in desperate need to consume him whole, but it’s still not enough. I claw my fingernails down his back as I reach underneath his T-shirt.

And I can’t stop.

Neither can Quinn, as his hands and mouth seek out every part of me. His hoop bites into my lip, and I moan, loving the pain. His hand braces the back of my head, controlling the intensity of the kiss, and I happily comply because there is nothing I want more than this.

His other hand slips under my shirt, and I gasp at the skin-to-skin contact. As his fingers trail up my torso, stopping at my right breast, he matches the rhythm of his mouth to complement the feverish way his fingers begin rubbing over my nipple.

I’m squirming under his hand, wishing to feel his touch against my bare skin. He reads my needs and slips a finger into my mouth while we kiss before pushing my bra cup aside and circling my nipple with his finger.

The sensation has a gasp leaving me and a yearning steadily throbs between my legs as he places long, wet kisses down my throat, sucking over my pounding pulse. I’m hot and needy, and I want, no, Ineeda release.

I need it before I explode.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you off,” he promises against my throat.

His huge hard-on presses against me, and I want him all over me. I slip my hand between us and rub over his dick.

Quinn’s fingers still, and he groans, leaning his head forward, his long hair brushing my cheeks.

“That feels amazing,” he commends hoarsely.

His words spur me on.

I want more than anything to do to him what he does to me when he places his hands on me. But I don’t know how.

“Show me.”

He bites his lip ring as I begin to stroke him faster.

“I will. But you first,” he says, slipping out of my hold and removing his fingers from the inside of my bra.

I whimper, but that turns into a groan as he grips my hip with one hand while the other flicks open the top button of my jeans and slips into the front of my pants. His hand stills when he feels I have no underwear on.

He cocks an eyebrow at me. “Oh, Red…you’re a bad, bad girl.”

I moan louder as he sinks a finger inside me, sliding in with no difficulty.

With my tight-fitting jeans, Quinn has limited space to work with, but that makes it hotter. I’m shamefully riding his hand as he stretches me wide with another finger, his thumb rubbing over my clit, and I scream, about to come.

I brace my hand on his shoulder, unable to hold myself up.

“Not yet,” he commands, slowing the tempo of his fingers, his thumb lessening the pressure, knowing how close I am.

I whimper, wanting nothing more than to come, but Quinn has other ideas. I can see it in the way his mouth tips into a slanted smirk.

“I want you in my mouth when you do.”

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