Quinn pushed off the doorframe and stepped inside, making Margot back up as he shut the door. Margot had no time to react because Quinn was on her in the next second. He grabbed and crushed her against his hard body as his mouth came down to ravage hers. Quinn backed them up until her back hit a wall. She gasped against his mouth, completely powerless against his frenzied onslaught. She loved him too much and missed him too much not to respond to his kisses. Her anger slowly pushed to the back of her mind; the more her kissed and touched her, the farther back it went.
Quinn dragged his mouth down to her neck, his beard scrapping her skin deliciously. “Fuck, I missed you...so badly,” he whispered hoarsely just under her ear.
His hands shoved her pajama pants and panties down her hips. Margot helped by kicking them away when they made it past her knees. Quinn quickly undid his jeans and rolled on a condom. She had no idea where it came from; she didn’t even see him take it out. Then he lifted her, making her wrap her legs around his waist as he pressed her against the wall with his chest. Margot let out a strangled cry when he swiftly entered her. She shoved her fingers into his hair and held on. He moaned, attacking her mouth again, as he started pumping his hips.
“Margot...” he breathed, his lips brushing hers. “You can’t...break up with me.”
“Why not?” She panted, nipping at his bottom lip.
“Because I...oh, god...I love you,” he moaned, his brown eyes opening to meet hers.
“What?” Margot asked, blinking stupidly, sex momentarily forgotten.
Quinn smiled slightly at her reaction. “I love you,” he repeated.
Margot’s eyes immediately teared up, and she smashed her lips to his so hard that their teeth bumped, but she didn’t care, she just needed to kiss him. Quinn somehow got out of his wet jeans and shoes, and carried her over to the couch while still inside of her. He laid her down then tore his mouth away from hers, so that he could straighten and yank off his shirt. Margot heard it soggily plop to the floor; he pulled her shirt and bra off and covered her with his body again.
“Touch me,” Quinn murmured as he nuzzled his face against her neck, his hips rolling forward.
Margot tentatively slid her hands under his arm and around to his back. He gathered her up in his strong arms, making it so they were touching from chest to hip. Margot ran her hands over the muscles of his upper back before slowly making her way down. Mon dieu! She loved the way his skin and muscles felt under her hands. This was a completely different experience, being able to touch him like this. She got bolder and raked her nails lightly down his back, making him hiss and arch, but he did not stop her. Margot decided to take it one-step further and run her hands down over his tight derrière.
“Shit,” Quinn rasped against her neck.
She immediately lifted her hands, thinking that it was too much for him. He lifted his head and looked down at her.
“No, it’s okay, you don’t have to stop,” he said softly, his eyes raking over her face.
“Really?” Margot asked dubiously.
“Yeah, it’s okay,” Quinn assured her.
While Quinn held her gaze, Margot placed her hands back on his rear end. She loved feeling the way the muscles flexed with each thrust of his hips. She moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt her orgasm building. Quinn growled low, vibrating through her chest since they were pressed so close together. She tightened her grip, pulling him deeper, and he gasped and dropped his forehead to hers.
“Your touch feels so good,” he moaned.
Annnd...that was it for Margot. She cried out as her orgasm took over her whole body. Quinn bit out a curse as he followed her with his own orgasm. They laid there panting, wrapped in each other’s arms for who knows how long. He finally groaned and lifted his head from where it was resting on her shoulder.
Margot dragged her eyes open to look up at him. Quinn smiled softly and she could not help but return it. She reached up and brushed his wet hair off his forehead. “Je t’aime aussi,” Margot murmured quietly.
“I love it when you speak French, it’s so sexy, but I have no idea what you just said,” Quinn chuckled.
Margot smiled wider and cupped his bearded jaw. “I said that I love you, too,” she said sweetly then kissed him.
He grinned. “Well, I definitely like the sound of that.”
She nodded and kissed him again.
“How about we get cleaned up so we can talk?” Quinn asked solemnly after their kiss.
“Okay.”
“Do you have anything I can wear besides a towel? There is no way I can get back into those jeans,” Quinn asked as he got up off Margot.