Page 115 of Claim & Don't Tell

Quinn’s fingers tighten around mine. “What is this?”

Turning, I pull her toward me until we’re chest to chest. I cup the back of her head and hold her gaze. “Home.”

She pinches her eyebrows together. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“I had them change some things about the room, so it’s more comfortable for your nest.”

“My nest.”

I can’t tell if she hates it or loves it. She’s looking at me like I’ve grown a second head. Stepping away from her, I grab the folio with the paint and decor ideas. “I started to pick things out, but then I remembered that this isn’t my space to control.” I grimace because, in a way, I’ve already controlled part of it. I picked the place and made the decision that her nest would be here without even asking her if that’s what she wanted.

She takes the folio and stares at it. Touching the dark blue paint color I chose, she lifts her eyes to mine and studies my face. I don’t know what to do, so I stay where I’m at, chewing on my cheek and waiting for her reaction. Page after page flips. She smooths her finger over a blue wallpaper that has faint gold lines textured throughout—almost like streaks of lightning.

“You can change whatever you want, pick out whatever you want. Those were just ideas I got from your scrapbook, and I’m sorry for taking the idea without talking to you. I guess I shouldn’t have done anything until we discussed whether you’d move in and?—”

“Brady?” Quinn closes the folio and tosses it to the floor.

Fuck. That’s a bad sign.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.” And then she launches herself at me. I catch her, hands clamping around the back of her thighs as she wraps her arms around me and smashes her lips to mine.

I exhale and nearly collapse to the ground while she clamps her body around mine. Her lips are harsh and demanding, and I match her tongue stroke for stroke, devouring her. Memorizing the feel of her body against mine. She sighs and breathes in. The stiffening of her body sends warning signals through my body.

I pull back. “Tell me what you need.” Right now, I’d do anything to have her kiss me again.

“Are the showers working?”

“Yeah.”

“Grab my purse.” She gestures to the floor, where she’d dropped it, and I scoop it up.

“Hold on.” I carry her out of the office, gripping her tight, and take her upstairs to the main bedroom en suite, knowing exactly what she wants.

That descenting lotion is still covering my body, and she can’t get a read on my scent. I place her and the bag on the counter and step out from between her legs, stripping out of my clothes and smirking at the way her gaze immediately falls to my cock.

The fucker jerks at her attention, and I grind my jaw to keep from going to her and fucking her hard and fast. She wants my scent. That’s the only thing holding me back. I turn on the water and, while I wait for it to hit the right temperature, I prowl toward her.

She’s still perched on the counter, a pretty little decoration, and her eyes track over every inch of my body. I step between her legs and hook my finger under her chin and draw her mouth to mine.

“I don’t know if I can control myself once I get my hands on you,” I warn her, brushing my lips over hers.

“Then don’t. Just never leave me again.”

“Never,” I agree, kissing her long and hard, writing my promise across her lips.

Her palms settle against my chest and push me back. I squint at her and start toward her again, but she rolls her eyes and holds out a tube of soap and points to the shower. Fuck. Right. I was going to rinse off.

I grab the soap. She had it with her this whole time? Maybe she was waiting for the moment she’d ask me to take it off, waiting for me to open up and let her in. I’m fucking glad I finally did.

“Don’t move,” I tell her.

“I was going to join you.”

I shake my head. “No. I want you there.”

She arches an eyebrow. “Well, okay, then.”

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