Stroke of Luck

“You don’t get it, April. I want this to be us. A husband and wife making love for the first time. I want to forget what happened when we got back to the suite last night. The way I took you against the door. I want this to be special.”

She tipped her head, and a soft smile played on her lips. “That was special, Quinn. I’ve never felt more wanted.”

“I acted like an ass. Taking what I wanted without worrying about your needs.”

She laughed softly. “Well, then you really are a talented man because you met my needs with spectacular success.”

She stroked her fingers through his hair, then pressed her lips to his temple and nuzzled.

“And if you really want to meet my needs now”—she nibbled his earlobe, then murmured softly—“then make love to me.”

* * *

April felt Quinn’s big hands cup her butt, and he pulled her tightly to him again. His thick, hard shaft pressed against her.

Oh, God, she longed to have it inside her again. When he’d taken her against the door as if he couldn’t wait a moment longer, it had been primal and exciting. Now he would take it slow and easy, gliding his incredible cock inside her in long, deep strokes.

Her insides melted, and she felt her knees growing weak.

She stepped back and unzipped her dress, then let it fall to the floor. Now she stood before him in only her bra. His gaze glided down her body, the heat of it igniting a blaze of desire inside her. She reached around and unhooked her bra, then slowly eased it from her breasts.

When she dropped it to the floor, too, he rested his hands on her shoulders, then glided them down her arms, his gaze falling to her breasts. His eyes glittered with desire.

She unfastened the buttons of his shirt as quickly as she could, then pushed it from his shoulders. He shrugged out of it, then wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close. The feel of his hot, smooth skin against her sensitive nipples caused them to harden and spike forward.

“Oh, fuck, baby.”

His hand cupped one breast gently. As his thumb brushed over her hard nub, she sucked in air.

“Mmm, that’s so nice.” She rested her head against this shoulder, enjoying his caresses.

He nuzzled her neck, then kissed down her chest until he found one hard bud. He took it in his mouth and suckled softly.

She arched her head back. “Oh, yes.”

He drew away, a big smile on his face, then he scooped her up and carried her to the bed. After he laid her down, he stared at her naked body so long she almost wanted to cover herself, sure he’d find flaws.

“I’ve dreamed of seeing you like this so many times. I can’t believe it’s finally happening.”

17

The look of awe in Quinn’s eyes moved April. She opened her arms to him in invitation. He shed his pants, then his boxers. Her attention focused on his impressive cock, standing straight up, ready for her. He lowered himself onto her, and it pressed tightly against her belly. Hot and hard.

She reached down and wrapped her hand around it, then pressed the tip to her slickness.

But he stilled her hand and drew it away.

“Not yet, baby,” he murmured in her ear. “I’m going to take my time. To explore your body. To find out what you like.”

She giggled and wrapped her hand around his cock again. “I like this.”

He chuckled. “That’s good.”

He rolled them over. Now she was on top of him.

“What do you like about it?”

His grin warmed her, making it easier to relax.