Quinn laughed. “Eager, aren’t you?”
“Stop gabbing before I change my mind.”
“Heaven forbid.” He snagged her waist and brought her up against him. The feeling of his T-shirt against her bare breasts was almost unbearably erotic, and she arched against him. He cupped her ass, lining them up in the best way possible, the ridge of his cock rubbing against her clit.
Aubry moaned, but this whole thing was too controlled. She wanted more. She wanted the possessive and furious Quinn that she’d gotten a glimpse of in the stairway. Good thing I know at least one of his triggers. She leaned up to whisper in his ear. “What did you say to Kurt after I left?”
Instantly, his grip on her ass tightened. “If you’re thinking I gave him your number, you better think again.”
“Pity. He seems nice.”
He pulled back enough to look at her face, his expression thunderous. “Don’t talk about another man when you’re naked with me, peaches. It’s bad form.”
“Is it?” She feigned innocence. “Maybe I’m just exploring my options. Rumor has it guys like Kurt are great in bed because they feel like they have something to prove. I bet he’s excellent at oral.”
Quinn’s growl was the only warning she got before he lifted her and tossed her onto the bed. Aubry squealed, the sound barely getting past her lips before he was there, covering her. A man that size had no business moving that fast. It just wasn’t fair. She opened her mouth to tell him as much, but he kissed her, stealing her words. “We covered this last time you were coming around my fingers.”
“Did we?”
He froze, a slow grin spreading over his mouth that made her stomach flip-flop. “You’re baiting me.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. You’re provoking a response on purpose.” He thrust against her, his damn jeans a barrier that was as infuriating as it was hot. “You like seeing me jealous.” He cupped her breast, pinching her nipple lightly. “You like me losing control at the thought of another man’s hands on you.”
“Nope.”
If anything, his grin widened. “You liked what I did earlier—no, you loved it. You would have loved it even more if he’d walked in before we were finished.”
Her entire body went tight at the thought of that guy walking in while Quinn was working her, his fingers inside her, his mouth against her ear as he growled filthy things. She tried and failed for a nonchalant shrug. “It was okay.”
“Okay, my ass.” He reached over and brought the hotel phone onto the bed next to them. “Order room service.”
Aubry blinked. “What?”
“I didn’t stutter.” He picked up the phone and handed it to her. “Unless you don’t know what you want.”
“I know.” She always got the same thing—cheeseburger and fries, hold the pickles. What she didn’t know was what game he was playing, because there was some game afoot. Nerves erupted in her stomach, the feeling only making her hotter.
“Good.” He ran his hand down her side. “I want the rib eye. Loaded baked potato—extra cheese.”
“Order for yourself.” It was a token protestation and not even a strong one.
He pressed the button to call room service and slid down her body. Her eyes went wide when she realized his intentions. “You can’t be serious. I’m—” She broke off when his mouth made contact with her clit, a moan slipping free. “Oh God, Quinn.”
“I’ll give you something special if you don’t mess up our order.”
There was no chance of that happening, not with him delivering those devastatingly long licks up her center. She tried to focus on the ringing phone, her mind going terrifyingly blank when a pleasant voice said, “Guest services.”
What was she supposed to be doing? Oh, right. Food. “Uh, I’d…” She took a deep breath, looking everywhere but at him. It didn’t help. “I’d like to make an order.”
“Of course, ma’am. One moment.”
She pressed the phone to her chest in an effort to muffle the sound of her moaning as Quinn fucked her with his tongue. He spread her legs wide and up, baring her completely, and parted her folds with his thumbs. “You’re as pretty here as you are everywhere else.”
Oh my fucking God.
“Ma’am?” The tinny voice made her realize that she still had the phone to her chest.
“Yes. I’m sorry.” She tried to glare at Quinn, but he pushed two fingers into her, making her eyes roll back in her head.
“This is Ms. Aubry Kaiser?”
“Yes.” She lifted her hips, not sure if she was trying to get away or get closer.
“In room 1232?”
“That’s, ah, right.”
“Perfect. What can I get for you?”
Aubry almost cried out when Quinn took his fingers away. She raised her head, her breath stalling in her throat at the sight of him unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them down his hips, freeing his cock. While she watched, he picked up a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on, never taking his eyes off her.