About Last Night (About Last Night #1)(59)

Mia’s eyes met mine and the lust caught in them was an aphrodisiac on its own. Reaching up, she took my face in her hands and drew me down gently, as if I were something precious and she didn’t want to break me. Her lips close to mine, she breathed into me and my cock stood full-mast.

The connection was something else. The moment her lips touched mine, I was lost. Gone was the cool, calm demeanor I had trained myself to have. This was primal need. I needed her, and I would have her any way I wanted, if she let me.

With her soft, sweet lips on my own, I groaned into her mouth, lifting my tee. Separating for only a second, I removed it and threw it the only place it needed to be—away.

Her small hands landed on my hips, holding me, and I frowned. When was the last time someone touched me like this? Like I was a regular guy, making out with his girl? I couldn’t even remember.

Cool fingertips smoothed my brow. Against my lips, she uttered, “Stop worrying. We’re not doing anything wrong. Harry will never know.”

I didn’t correct her assumption, rather nodded lightly. “Right.”

My arms around her, I lifted her, ignoring her squeak of protest, and brought her to the foot of the bed. I ran my fingers down her cheek. “We don’t have to do anything right now. I know you’re still sore, Mia. No one heals that quickly.”

To my surprise, her full lips pouted. “Oh. Um. All right.”

My brow rose. Was she serious? “Unless…if you want to?”

Her face brightened. “Is that okay?”

My eyes shut of their own accord. I tilted my head back and chuckled. Where had Mia been my whole life? I glanced at her cautious face and smiled reassuringly. “That’s definitely okay. I just don’t want to hurt you.”

She smiled big and warmth hit me right in the chest. “I want to.” Her smile fell and she added hurriedly, “If you want to.”

Carefully, I reached over to her hand at my hip and brought it to my straining fly. Pressing her hand into my rock-hard erection, I deadpanned, “Oh, I don’t know. I think I’ll pass.” I rolled my eyes then scoffed. “What do you think?”

She bit her lip, fighting a laugh. Something came over me. I gently pulled her lip free, running my thumb over it. “I want your smiles. I want to hear your laugh. This is us, Mia. Just us. I don’t want fake.” I drew her in and pecked at her lips. “I want it all.”

I had her friendship. I craved her body. I wanted the experience to be genuine, and I wanted it with her. She was my chance at something good. Sure, I couldn’t be her boyfriend, but I could be the next best thing. I could be the person she came to when she needed comfort. I could be the man she came to when she felt like her skin was crawling and she needed relief. I could be the person she laughed with, the person she created personal jokes with.

I could be her lover.

I would give her all I had to give. It may not have been much, but it was all I had. Mia was worth so much more. Here was hoping she never figured that out, because with every second that passed, the thought of losing her to someone who deserved her was already weighing on my mind.

I’d barely had a taste of her. I needed more of her. I secretly wished I could be the man she needed. Alas, I wasn’t. So I would make certain the parts I could give her were given completely.

“Quinn,” she whispered, “this is me.”

My chest puffed out. No man had ever seen her like this, neck flushed, lashes lowered, a pretty blush on the apples of her cheeks, naked and bared to her soul. Mia was mine, for now.

I took her mouth in a long, wet kiss, loving the way she pressed into me. “Get on the bed.”

In a second flat, she was scrambling toward the center of the mattress. And so I searched. I opened drawers then closed them. I made my way to the closet, checking jacket and pants pockets. Nothing.

Shit.

As I strode out of the room, Mia called out a puzzled, “Um, Quinn?”

“Just a second, baby.”

In a final attempt, I looked through the bathroom cabinet. Brow furrowed, I shuffled back to the bedroom, standing in the doorway. Mia shrugged. I vaguely scratched at my chin. “I don’t keep condoms in the apartment. Never needed to. I don’t conduct business at home.” I was sure Mia meant to hide the pleasure that statement brought her, but the girl wore her heart on her sleeve.

A light bulb moment.

My bag of tricks.

I straightened, a slow smirk stretching my lips. “I have to go to my car. Be right back.”

Before she could say a thing, I raced down the hall, grabbed my car keys, and ran down the stairs to my car to retrieve my bag of sex fun. Throwing it over my shoulder, I took the steps two at a time . Making my way inside, I kicked the door closed and strode into my bedroom, holding the bag in the air as if it were an Academy Award.

I grinned. “Hi.”

She blinked then smiled back softly. “Hi there.”

I unzipped the black duffle, pulling out a row of condoms and a bottle of lube. Couldn’t be too careful. Mia had to be sore. The least I could do was make it easier for her if she truly wanted sex.

Holding the condoms between my teeth, I worked on my zipper. My jeans flew to the same place my tee had been thrown and I strode meaningfully to the bed. Mia’s eyes widened as she took in my heavily tented black cotton boxers. As I reached the foot of the bed, I slid my boxers down my legs, revealing my thick erection. Mia’s mouth parted with what sounded to be a dreamy sigh.