“Always,” he said as he untied her halter top and drew down her dress, loving how she always vibrated with pure pleasure as he ran his mouth and hands over her. He stroked, caressed, teased, and tempted until she was writhing beneath him and tearing his clothes off.
He gazed into her beautiful eyes, hazy with desire. “Do you know how much I love you? Your heart. Your honesty. Your passion.”
“Show me how much, Quinn. And let me show you, too.”
He wanted desperately to be a generous lover, to make this night more memorable than any other. But when she began to kiss and touch him the same way he’d been touching her, he knew if he had any hope of pleasuring her, he had to get control of his desires...and fast.
Lacing their fingers together, he brought her hands to the sides of her hips and held them there as he took her in another needful kiss before slowly licking and nipping and kissing his way down from her mouth to the swell of her breasts, then down over her rib cage and past her belly button. By the time he scraped his teeth lightly over one hip bone, she was lifting her hips closer to his mouth and he was beyond desperate to taste her.
Finally, he brought his mouth to the center of her arousal, teasing her with his tongue as she panted out his name. She tasted sweet as honey, and the sexy moans escaping from her lips as he let one of her hands go to slide his between her legs made it even harder for him to hold back. Within seconds of thrusting his fingers deep inside of her, her inner muscles clenched, pulsing as she rode the wave of her climax.
He didn’t let her come back down to earth before moving back up her body and taking her in a greedy kiss. Her mouth was warm and sweet as she met every stroke of his tongue with an eager slick of her own. Watching her come was the most erotic, sensual experience of his life, and he wanted to do it again and again and again. Shelley had come into his life from out of the blue and turned everything he thought he knew upside down, and every kiss, every soft sigh she gave him was a gift. Ones he’d treasure forever.
He sheathed himself and came down over her, lacing their fingers together again and holding them beside her head as he said, “I love you, Shell. So damn much.”
“Oh God, Quinn...” She closed her eyes as he brought them as close as two people could be, then opened them again to gaze up at him in wonder as she whispered, “I love you, too.”
Their hips moved in exquisite harmony as her breasts brushed against his chest and her hips rocked off the blankets. His hands were shaking with need as he explored the soft lines of her ribs, her waist, and the swell of her hips, where he held on tight. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he couldn't wait one more second to angle her hips and drive in deeper. So deep that they both groaned at the soul searing pleasure of it.
He could feel her heart beating hard against his, her damp skin sliding against his as she took him inside again and again, her breath sobbing out as he greedily ran his tongue, his teeth, his lips over her soft skin, from the wild pulse beating in her throat to the swell of her breasts. He felt her shudder, felt her clench hot and perfect against him, and he needed to give her even more. Needed to give her everything, every last part of him, with nothing held back—just the same way she was giving herself to him.
From their very first kiss out on the sand with the stars shining above them, with every smile, every laugh, every single breath, he’d been helplessly falling deeper and deeper in love with her.
And every single day he would be thankful that he’d come back to the island and found Shelley in his cove. His girl. His love.
“Oh God…” She closed her eyes again.
“Look at me, sweetheart. Let me see you come apart for me.”
And when her eyes fluttered open and their gazes connected for a split second and she let him see all the way into her very soul, for a few blissful moments Quinn was able to forget his past and stop worrying about his future.
Everything he needed, everything he wanted, was right here in Shelley’s arms.
Chapter Twenty-five
LATE THE NEXT morning, Shelley turned the key in the lock of the cottage she’d just signed papers to rent for the next two years.
“This is it,” she said to Quinn as they stood together on the front porch. “My new beginning officially starts now.”