I couldn’t stop thinking it, couldn’t stop fucking her, couldn’t bear the thought that she didn’t want me, didn’t want this, more than she wanted to protect herself.
I was inside her.
And I didn’t want to leave.
Sixteen
JAIME
I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can't breathe.
Something was crushing me. I saw nothing but silver, heard nothing but the cannon-fire of my heart.
What was this feeling? It was heavy yet weightless, scary yet soothing, unbidden yet welcome.
I couldn’t focus, couldn’t get control of my senses or emotions, couldn’t remember where I was or how I’d gotten there.
Quinn. Quinn.
Quinn was here with me.
Quinn was inside me.
Yes. Yes. I wanted him there, loved the way his bare skin felt gliding over my walls. Loved the way he reached something so deep inside me it hurt. Loved the way my body slowly contracted around his in that mad, dizzying spiral until it couldn’t take any more pleasure, exploded, and fell to pieces.
Falling to pieces.
I opened my eyes.
Whoa. Get ahold of yourself. Those were good orgasms, maybe the best you’ve ever had, but there’s no need to fall apart, right? It’s good chemistry, that’s all.
Quinn was breathing hard behind me, hands braced on my back, which was probably why I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
Yes, that was it. That was definitely it.
When I coughed, he took them off me.
“So,” I said, peeking over my shoulder. “That was your slow fuck.”
“That was not my slow fuck. I sort of lost control there.” He started untying the scarf around my wrists. “Abandoned the plan.”
“I’m all for that kind of detour. Think the neighborhood enjoyed the show?”
“Unless someone was standing right beneath your window when you undressed—”
“Or looking from their second-floor window across the street.”
“Or that, of course—then they saw nothing. That’s not to say the entire street didn’t hear the show.”
I smiled. “It was pretty loud.”
“There. You’re free.” He tossed the scarf aside and helped me straighten up, then he slowly pulled out. “Free, but maybe a little messy. Can I get you a towel or something?”
“No, don’t worry about it. Be right back.” I hurried down the hall to my bedroom, shut the door, and went into the bathroom.
As I cleaned up, I started to panic. Not because he hadn’t worn a condom—I was on the pill and very good about taking it. I’d never had a scare.
Then again, I’d never fucked anyone without a condom. Ever.