When she panted out his name, he nearly lost it then and there on his boat, even with his pants still on. And the way her body responded eagerly to every stroke of his tongue, to every caress of his fingers over her, inside of her?
Nothing had ever been hotter.
Nothing.
She was so sexy, rocking into him as she got closer and closer to the edge, her head thrown back so that moonlight bathed her gorgeous curves in a warm glow. Her muscles tensed and her nails dug into his shoulder as he licked and loved her until her body shuddered, her inner muscles pulsating around his fingers as she cried out his name. Lifting his mouth back to hers, he took her in another hard kiss, needing to brand her as his as she rode out the last of her climax against his hand.
His heart was beating faster than it ever had as her eyes fluttered open, and she looked sated and so incredibly beautiful. “That was…” Her lips curved up into another one of those smiles that made him want to do any and everything he could to keep her smiling. “That was amazing.”
“You’re amazing.” He kissed her again, intending it to be a sweet press of their lips this time, but he was unable to hold back his passion for her. “Your body’s so responsive and you’re so damn beautiful. I need to see you come for me again, Shell.”
“I need it, too,” she said. “And I need to make you feel as good as you just made me feel.”
Holy hell, she wasn’t the only one who needed that. But as she reached for the button on his jeans, he gently took her wrist. “Tonight…” He held her gaze, made sure she could see what her pleasure did for him, that he could easily survive on nothing but a steady diet of her gasps of pleasure and the feel of limbs wrapped around him. “Tonight’s for you, sweetheart.”
And this time he wanted to be right there, watching her, holding her as she found her release. Needed to be right there as he laced his right hand with hers and held it up by her head as he used his left to stroke her again. It didn’t take long for her breathing to become shallow, especially when he slid lower to take her breast in his mouth, grazing his teeth over her nipple as his fingers entered her.
“Oh…God…Quinn…”
“That’s it. Come for me. Let me see how beautiful you are when you’re giving yourself to me, Shell.” Every word was raw with need. He knew he had no right to ask for this—not yet, not until he’d proved to her that she could trust him always—but he still had to say, “Everything, sweetheart. Give me everything.”
Her hips rose off the bench, and her free hand gripped his biceps so tightly he was sure she’d cut deep moons with her nails. But he could watch her come all night long and would gladly carry her marks on his body into the next day.
He held her close, loving the feel of her heart beating against his as both of them worked to catch the breath they’d just lost. Her cheeks were flushed in the moonlight and her eyes were bright when she looked up at him.
“Make love to me, Quinn.”
He couldn’t speak for a long moment, couldn’t do anything but press his mouth to hers and wish their night didn’t ever have to end. Wish that there wasn’t a real world to return to. And most of all, wish that he’d never hurt her.
But he had, so nothing was simple, not even when desire rode this hot between them.
Every ounce of him throbbed with need as she lay naked beneath him, open and so very trusting and beautiful that it made reining in his desire even more difficult. But Shelley deserved more than a few nights of fun, and he knew he should pull back, give her time to be sure before they went that far.
This was new territory, and it came wrapped in new feelings that scared him and excited him in equal measure. He wouldn’t do one more damn thing to blow it, even if slowing down the pace for at least another night was nearly going to kill him.
“I’ve never wanted anything more than I want to make love to you. But I want you to be sure. To make this decision to be with me with a clear head.” With her taste still on his tongue and the heat of her skin still tingling on his fingertips, it was hard to get his synapses to fire all the way. But this was too important to screw up, so he worked to find both his focus and the right words. “This feels real between us. More real than anything I’ve ever felt, and I don’t want to mess that up. I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow and regret being with me. I hurt you once. I can’t risk doing that again.”