All It Takes (Romancing Manhattan 2)

“I know.”

And with that, his mouth descends on my core, and he takes me for the ride of my life. The world explodes around me, and before it falls back together again, Quinn climbs over me, kissing his way up my body, and his cock is resting against me.

“Condom,” I say.

“It’s on,” he assures me with a grin. “You were too busy coming to notice.”

All I can do is grin as he slips inside me, and then I sigh as he moves, in and out, over again, chasing both of our orgasms.

I bear down, my spine tingling, and am surprised with a second orgasm so quickly. Quinn buries his face in my neck and cries out as he comes, his body slick with sweat and hard everywhere.

“I’ve changed my mind,” I mutter and swallow around my dry mouth.

“Too late,” he replies, panting.

“Not about that.” I laugh as he rolls to the side and kisses the ball of my shoulder. “I think I’ve decided that I’m a thrill seeker after all, if this is what it gets me.”

“Damn right it does.”

Chapter Eight

~Quinn~

“I should go.”

Sienna sits up, my sheet wrapped around her delectable little body, and makes a move to walk into the bathroom, but I snag her around the waist and haul her back onto the bed, making her giggle.

I love the sound of her laugh.

“Why?” I ask, brushing her strawberry-blond hair off her cheek, then press a kiss there. “I think you should stay.”

And those are five words I’ve never said to another woman a day in my life. I’m usually ready for them to leave. Not because I’m an asshole, but because I’d rather not actually sleep with anyone.

But Sienna’s different, and the thought of her leaving now, well, it’s not an option.

She wrinkles her nose. “I have literally nothing here, Quinn. No clothes.”

“Don’t need them.”

“No toothbrush.”

“I have a brand-new one you can have.”

“And I probably shouldn’t take the walk of shame out of your condo in the morning.”

Okay, that one pisses me off.

“Number one,” I begin, tugging the sheet loose around her so I can let my hand roam over her soft skin. “There’s no shame in what we did, or what we will do. We’re consenting adults, and what we do is our business.”

“It’s a figure of speech—”

“Two,” I interrupt, “you can have my things.”

“What things?”

I jump off the bed and disappear into the closet, then return with my boxers and a T-shirt. “See? Now you have things.”

She bites her lip, her blue eyes lit with humor and lust.

“So you’re saying I should stay.”

I laugh, toss my clothes on a nearby chair, and return to the bed and Sienna. I can’t seem to stop kissing her. My hand travels down her stomach, headed to home base, when she clutches my wrist, stopping my progression.

“If you’re expecting round two, you’re going to have to feed me. Orgasms make me hungry.”

I kiss her soundly, then climb from the bed, motivated to give her sustenance. Once we’ve both pulled on some clothes, we walk out to my kitchen. I turn the lights on low and take stock of the fridge.

“So it’s looking like a ham-and-cheese sandwich,” I mutter before looking over my shoulder at her, where she’s sitting at the breakfast bar. “Or takeout.”

“The sandwich sounds great,” she says happily, swiveling back and forth on the stool.

“It’s not fancy.”

“After-sex snacks aren’t supposed to be fancy,” she replies with a laugh. “I’ll happily eat the sandwich.”

“Oh, I have Doritos too.” I walk into the pantry and return with a big red bag of chips, pass them to her, then get to work building our sandwiches.

“Perfect.” She munches away, watching me slice tomato for the sandwich. “And you lied. That’s a fancy sandwich.”

“I’m not just going to slap a slice of ham between two pieces of bread and hand it to you,” I reply dryly. “I want you to actually come back here.”

“Well, good sex and Doritos is a good way to lure me in.” She chuckles and takes another bite of a chip. “So is this normal for you?”

“Nothing with you is normal,” I say, making her tilt her head to the side the way she does when she’s trying to figure something out. “And I mean that in a good way.”

“Proceed,” she says, as if she’s drilling a witness, and my dick twitches. Jesus, I love the way her voice sounds in the courtroom.

“Well, I don’t make a habit of bringing women home.”

“Yeah, I could see why you’re embarrassed by this place,” she says with a nod, trying to look serious, but her lips are twitching.

“You’re sassy tonight.”

“Every night.”

I close her sandwich, cut it in half, and pass it to her. She takes a big bite and sighs in happiness, which only makes my dick harder.

“Okay, this is a really good sandwich. Now, you were saying?”