“Quint, stay with me,” she said. “I don’t want to be alone right now. I can’t be. Please …”
His blue eyes flashed at her. She knew he wanted her, but she could see he was fighting it. “Are you sure? We aren’t ourselves. You need your rest.”
He sat at the edge of the bed. Amara shifted slowly to the other side and drew back the cover for him expectantly.
He slipped off his shoes before climbing in and getting under the covers.
She turned toward him, easing a bit closer. “Thank you. Will you hold me?”
He softly kissed her brow. “Of course. You know I’m here for you.”
She pressed in tightly against him, savoring his warmth, the firmness of his strong arms around her. The manly scent of his cologne and of what was innately Quint, worked on her senses like an aphrodisiac.
“We’re in this together, and we always will be,” he murmured into her hair. “Even if my role is never more than that of supporter, I’ll be there for you. But I hope we can be more … someday —”
Amara cut his sentence short as she leaned up and kissed him softly, hushing him as she slipped her arm around him and up under his shirt, pressing her palm to his sculpted back and pulling him in closer.
Quint made a small sound of surprise when she kissed him and pulled him closer. He regained his bearings quickly and took over the lead as the kiss became more fervent and urgent. She moaned and pressed her chest against his.
Quint pulled away slightly and stroked fingers delicately down her cheek. “Amara … where this is heading … are you sure?”
She nodded and kissed him again, another soft moan escaping as sh
e felt his hand slip over her hip and to her lower back. Her hands moved down to the hem of his shirt, giving a few pulls as they kissed.
Quint sat up for the barest moment to remove his shirt and toss it onto the floor beside the bed, and pulled her own shirt and her bra off at the same time so when he lay down beside her again, they pressed their bare chests together.
Her hand slid up his back and into his hair, fingers sliding through it as the kiss became more hungry, urgent. His own hand closed on her breast, and she felt him shudder as he squeezed her firm flesh.
She felt twice as magnetically drawn to him as she had at that convention so long ago. He’d truly become a different man. Quint’s strong hand moved between them, slipping down to unbutton her pants.
She helped push them down hurriedly, caught up in the passion of the moment. Quint could hardly get his own off before Amara’s lips were at his again, her hand lingering at his waist.
In one quick motion, Quint rolled Amara onto her back and knelt between her legs, leaning down to kiss tenderly at the joining of her neck and shoulder. Amara gasped at the shivers his kisses sent down to her core.
Her arms encircled his back loosely, fingertips trailing up and down as Quint worked his way downward to nuzzle at her breasts.
A long, low moan escaped Quint’s lips as they closed around her nipple, suckling and pulling firmly, the other between his thumb and forefinger. The feeling of his tongue sliding over her, and the anticipation soon had her writhing beneath him, squeezing his fine ass, urging him forward, growing more and more desperate.
She reached down, her moans only growing louder as she grasped his thick length, giving a few long, slow strokes. “Quint, oh Quint,” she murmured, watching his lips and tongue on her breasts.
Amara lifted her hips slowly, feeling the hard heat of his cock sliding over her clit, moaning out lowly and pulling him down toward her greedily.
Quint’s kisses descended, leaving Amara gripping tightly at the sheets in anticipation. His warm, full lips kissed lightly along her inner thighs. He teased her with the faintness of his warm breath against her soaked center.
When his tongue dragged up, feather-light, she gave a small, plaintive moan. As she did so, Quint wrapped his lips around her clit, suckling passionately while his fingers pushed deep inside her and curled upward.
It had been far too long since she was touched, let alone so lovingly. When he could have just as easily moved straight to the sex, she found him tending to her pleasure. He held her behind her knees, pressing her legs up and apart as he licked and sucked at her hungrily, expertly. She slid her fingers through his silken hair, her wide hips rocking up against his attentions.
As her climax rapidly approached, she gripped his hair tighter and pushed his head away. Her body fought her every step of the way, her hips moving up to follow of their own accord. She spoke through her panting moans, one hand descending from his hair to cup his cheek.
“I need you inside me. Please. I can’t take it anymore. I can’t wait anymore.”
He slid his hands out from behind her knees, coming to kneel between her legs again, his warm lips at her ear, teeth nipping softly as he spoke. “Need it that badly? Mmm … I was enjoying making you writhe. Those moans … God, I’ve been hearing those moans in my dreams for what seems like forever.”
He pushed his hips forward slowly, sliding the underside of his cock against her as he drew a shuddering, labored breath.
“Yes, yes.” Amara found herself completely lost in the moment, grabbing his hips, all but pulling him inside herself.