Beautifully Hurt (Beautifully Broken)

My gaze drifts over the white cotton bra and panties, the sight making me impossibly hard.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper in awe.

Closing the distance between us with a single step, I brush my hands down her arms. I take hold of her hips and push her back onto the bed.

Quinn lies down, and when I crawl over her, her wide-green eyes look at me with all the trust in the world.

Wanting Quinn to be on the same page as me, I say, “I’m not taking your virginity today.” She begins to frown, and it has me quickly explaining, “There’s something else I want to do.”

“What?” she asks, resting her hands on my shoulders.

“Let’s just explore each other. Okay?”

Quinn sucks in a deep breath, then she nods.

Lowering my head, I nip at her lips before deepening the kiss. It quickly spirals out of control, and then I place my left hand on her hips. My fingers flex against the feel of her warm skin.

Quinn brushes her hand down my back, but she jerks away as she accidentally touches the gun.

I pull quickly back. “Shit, sorry,” Pulling the gun from behind me, I yank the drawer of her bedside table open and shove the weapon inside.

“You have a gun?” Quinn asks, a slight frown between her eyebrows.

“Just a precaution.” I brace my forearms on either side of her head and lock eyes with her. “Don’t worry about it.”

Quinn nods, and placing her hands on my sides, she lifts her head, pressing her mouth to mine. I kiss her for a moment before moving down, caressing her skin with my lips as I make my way to her breasts.

Christ, she tastes good.

I bring my left hand down, and pulling the lace of the bra down, I expose Quinn’s right nipple. Just like the rest of her, her breasts are small. My palm completely covers her, and my eyes drift shut from how good she feels.

“Fuck, baby, could you be any more perfect?” I whisper, and then I reach behind her to unclasp the bra. Pulling the cotton away from her, I notice Quinn’s chest practically fluttering from how fast she’s breathing.

My eyes lift to her face, and when I see her watching me with anticipation darkening her eyes, it makes a tender emotion warm my chest.

“Tell me I’m the first guy to touch you,” I say as I lower my head, sucking her nipple into my mouth until it’s a hard bud.

“You’re the first,” she gasps.

Placing my hands on her hips, I move down her body, brushing kisses over her skin until I reach her panties. I pull the cotton down her legs, staring at her naked body.

Christ. No taking her virginity, Eli.

I brush my hands up Quinn’s legs, over her hips, and up to her breasts, almost getting drunk knowing I’m the first, and I’ll be the only man, to touch her like this.

Chapter 19

QUINN

Eli’s hands roaming up my body steal the breath from my lungs.

I thought I’d feel self-conscious being naked in front of him, but the only thing I’m feeling is anticipation. My skin tingles as if it’s begging Eli to touch me everywhere. Every nerve ending is highly aware of him.

Eli’s teeth tug at my nipple, sending a streak of lightning to my abdomen.

Lifting his head, his features are tense, his jaw clenched so hard a muscle jumps right above his jaw.

“Is something wrong?” I ask, my eyes darting over his face.

He shakes his head. “Just taking a lot of self-control to take things slow.”

“You don’t have to,” I say, and placing my hands on his waist, I pull him down so he’ll lie on top of me.

When his chest presses against mine, he lets out a deep groan as if he’s in pain. “Fuck, baby.”

Again a frown starts to form on my forehead, but then Eli’s mouth takes mine in an intense kiss that makes it hard to suck in a full breath of air.

His hand moves down to my hip, and his mouth leaves mine, pressing kisses down my neck and shoulder. I hear him take a deep breath before he looks at me.

Eli shifts slightly off me while his fingers brush over my abdomen. When his hand slips between my legs, I forget how to breathe. His touch is soft, his eyes locked on my face.

“Did you fantasize about me touching you?” he asks.

Overwhelmed by his hand covering my most private part, it takes a moment for me to respond. “Yes.”

“And? Does it feel the way you imagined?”

I shake my head.

Eli parts my folds, and his finger brushes over my sensitive spot. I shake my head harder, breathing, “A million times better.”

The corner of his mouth curves up, and he begins to stroke me harder. My abdomen clenches so hard, it makes the air burst from me.