She turned the side where the zipper was under her arm. “Then do it.”
He reached out and slid the zipper down slowly, careful with the thin material and watching out for her skin. Once he’d freed her from confinement, she shrugged off the one shoulder and let the dress slide to the floor.
His hot gaze raked over her, taking in her matching red thong and barely there strapless bra. “Fuck,” he said as he adjusted his cock.
She grinned. “Uncomfortable? Then take them off.”
Without waiting for him to act first, she unhooked the button, unzipped the fly, and eased the slacks over his hips, taking his boxer briefs with them. Then, keeping her eyes on his, she knelt down and took his cock in her hand.
He groaned as she wrapped her hands around the thick shaft and slid her hand up and down his erection. “You didn’t let me finish last time. Are you going to deny me the chance tonight?” she asked, licking him like the most delicious treat.
His hand came to rest on her head. She opened her mouth and took him in. The next few minutes happened in what felt like slow motion. Her sliding him deep into her throat, guiding him out, in and out until he took over the motion himself. His hips pumped back and forth, and he was in control, all but fucking her mouth.
Her knees rubbed against the carpet, her hands gripped his thighs, and soon he was coming, long spurts down her throat. She swallowed quickly, accepting all of him until he pulled out and she nearly collapsed to the floor.
* * *
Austin drew in deep breaths, recovering from the most intense orgasm of his life. When he could breathe, he leaned down, lifted Quinn into his arms, and laid her down on his bed. Her eyes gleamed with the satisfaction of a job well done, and he smiled at her, shaking his head.
“Liked that, did you?” he asked.
Her lips were still red from the non-smudge lipstick and she grinned. “So what if I did?”
He pressed his mouth to hers, not caring that she tasted like him. He only wanted to devour this woman who had crept into the deep recesses of his soul. Parts he hadn’t known existed but now had to face.
He’d never cared what a female he slept with did in her past, her present, or with whom. But when he’d found out Daniel Munroe was Quinn’s ex-fiancé, an unfamiliar emotion had flowed through him, thick, molten, and ugly. Quinn had pegged it tonight. But jealousy was a foreign feeling. No wonder he hadn’t been able to pin it down at first, yet the word felt right to describe the pain in his chest. The hole in his gut. The desire to keep her by his side and not let another man even look her way.
And when she’d told him she’d ended things with Daniel because she hadn’t wanted children and he had, something inside Austin had broken. It made him want to own her while he could, make her his, ruin her for all other men.
The kiss turned hot and hungry quickly, and he rolled to his back, pulling her on top of him. He wanted to see her face when she clasped him inside her body and watch her expression when she came. His cock rubbed against her damp sex and desire ricocheted through him.
He paused only long enough to grab a condom and cover himself before he braced his hands on the mattress and raised himself above her, his dick poised at her entrance. Then he began to slowly push his way inside.
His gaze never left her face, and when he locked eyes with her, she didn’t waver, either. He watched her as he made her his, filling her up, joining them completely. “Do you feel me?” he asked, rising and thrusting into her again.
She moaned and nodded. “And I need more. Harder. Please,” she said and lifted her legs and wrapped them around him, locking her ankles behind his back.
He couldn’t deny her anything. He didn’t want to. With a groan, he continued to thrust deep, in and out, harder with each slam of his hips into hers. He did his best to hold her gaze, but as desire ramped up, his stare grew fuzzy. His balls drew up and a familiar tingle zipped up his spine.
“Oh God.” She grabbed his shoulders, her fingernails digging into his skin.
The pain ratcheted up his need, but he wanted her to come first and that he needed to see. He took a hand, slid it between them, and glided his finger over her slick clit.
“Yes, there.” She arched her hips, a sob escaping her lips.
He pressed harder and triggered her release, her body arching into him. Cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes closed, she looked like a goddess beneath him, calling out his name as she came.