Dare To Resist (Dare Nation 1)

The bed had been turned down and mints left on the linen. He put the chocolate on the nightstand and sat down, leaning against the pillows, bracing his hands behind his head. Jesus, but today hadn’t been anything like he’d planned.

No sooner had he closed his eyes than he heard Quinn step out of the bathroom. She wore one of his tee shirts, the large oversize cotton draping down to her knees.

“I packed fast,” she said with a sheepish grin.

He scanned her tanned legs, imagined what was underneath the shirt, and his cock gave a jerk of approval. “I like you wearing my clothes.” He held out an arm toward her, and she walked over, putting a knee on the mattress and pulling herself over him.

“Do you like me wearing no clothes?” She settled one leg on either side of him and met his gaze, her eyes darkening.

“Rhetorical question,” he said, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head, revealing bare-naked skin and puckered nipples.

He pushed himself up and pulled one distended peak into his mouth, sucking hard until she responded, writhing on top of him and moaning his name. He lifted one hand and cupped her other breast, palming its weight and rubbing his thumb across her nipple. Playing with her breasts and watching her respond was arousing on its own, and his cock thickened beneath his boxer briefs. But he wasn’t finished with her yet and gripped her waist in his hands, dragging his mouth down her rib cage, her stomach, until he couldn’t dip his head any farther.

“These need to come off,” she said, hooking her fingers into his waistband and wriggling the underwear down his thighs. She lifted herself so she could take them the rest of the way, and he kicked the material off and onto the floor. But before she could take control of any kind, he flipped her onto the mattress and held her down with one palm against her stomach.

“I need to taste you,” he said and dipped his head between her thighs.

She smelled of musk and woman, and her scent aroused him. He licked, sucked, and teased her into oblivion, her body thrashing and her back arching up from the bed as he tormented her with his tongue. He swiped back and forth over her clit, the trembling in her limbs telling him she was close. He took her as high as he could and then nipped lightly with his tongue.

“Oh, God, Austin. So good. It feels so good.” She pressed and rocked against his mouth, and he licked and laved her sex until the shaking slowed and she came down from her climax.

Then he slid off the bed and grabbed a condom from his carry-on and slid it on as he returned to the bed. Her hazy gaze met his, a warm smile on her face.

“You ready for another one, beautiful?”

“Let’s see what you’ve got.” She grinned and he bent down, kissing that smirk off her face.

He poised himself at her entrance and slid into her, her body easily adjusting to accommodate him as he filled her completely. He felt every ripple and warm squeeze of her inner walls around his cock and groaned.

And then he made her his, rocking into her, allowing his body to say the things he couldn’t let himself speak. Instead of a hard pounding, he slid in and out slowly, his pubic bone grinding against her clit.

Soft moans escaped from the back of her throat.

Her arms locked around his neck.

Her lower body arched into him, holding on for dear life as she gripped him inside her.

“I want you to come again,” he said, urging her to fall apart in his arms.

She shook her head. “I don’t know if I can.”

He slid a hand between them, slipping his finger over her clit. “I know you can.” He pressed harder and made circles around and around until she was arching her back and clenching around him.

“Yes. I’m coming.” She cried out, and as she spiraled, he began to thrust harder, deeper, until she pulled him over with her.

Afterwards, they lay wrapped up in each other in silence, Austin not wanting to bring up the subject of his mother’s return to health, whether Damon would need her at home, or if she’d help out with Jenny. And of course, there was Amy, who had things well under control during the day and some evenings, buying Austin time until she went back to school in September.

There was no reason for Quinn to stay once they returned home, and he had a hunch she knew it. He also thought she didn’t want to admit that a part of her wanted to remain with him. And Jenny? That he didn’t know, but she checked on the baby as often if not more than Austin did.