About Last Night (About Last Night #1)(90)

He picked up our plates and stashed them in the sink before stripping off his tight black tee and undoing the tie at the waist of his light grey sweatpants. They hung low on his hips, and the cut V-shape at his abdomen made my knees weak. He scratched absently at his belly. “I’m going to shower, and then we’re going to bed.”

My brow furrowed. “But it’s like eight p.m.”

He walked into the bathroom. I heard the shower start, and he called back, “Never said we were going to sleep, baby.”

My lips pursed as my brows rose. “Oh,” I breathed.

I lifted my arm and sniffed myself before making my way to the bedroom to dress in my ‘nice’ jammies.




My mouth opened in a silent moan as Quinn thrust into me from behind, hard yet precise. He wasn’t in a rush to take me there, and I wasn’t in the mood to rush him, not when he was feeling as generous as he was.

Large hands roamed my skin as I was mounted and ridden on my hands and knees. I thought back to what Quinn had told me one of the very first times I spoke to him.

“I promise you, Maya. The best sex is always dirty and messy and shocking. That’s the kind of sex that stems from passion. It’s incredible.”

Oh, boy, he was right. He was so right.

His thrusts shallowed as he brought his front down until we were chest-to-back. His panting sounded in my ear, and at that moment, I’d never heard a more erotic sound than Quinn simply breathing.

His voice low, he rumbled, “Mia.” He gently moved my hair away from the back of my neck and placed his lips at the place where neck met shoulder. Against my skin, he grated, “Mia.” He didn’t just say my name. He sang it. He purred, and my body thrummed in response.

Deliciously stretched, my core tightened from the way he said my name. He drove into me, and I was not prepared. I moaned, my body shuddering. I felt his crooked smile against my bare skin and I pushed back against him, forcing him to bottom out.

He groaned, his body stiff, and it was my turn to smile. I panted, needing more, then pushed back again, grinding my * onto his thick cock, wanting more than anything for Quinn to lose his cool. From the low growl that escaped him, I knew he was almost there.

When he removed himself from my back, gripped my hips, and tried to control my movements, I smiled again. He was close to his breaking point.

“Quinn, honey,” I rasped. “Please.”

His hand came down on my ass so suddenly that I squeaked in surprise. He ran his fingertips over the throbbing heat of my skin. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

Okay. Here was the thing. I loved dirty talk…as long as it was Quinn doing the dirty talking. My issue? Quinn loved dirty talk, and he wanted to hear me say things that would make a nun faint.

I grew frustrated. “Quinn,” I warned.

His hand came down on the other cheek. Hard. I gasped, craving the soft touch of his fingers that I knew would come soon after.

He ground out, “Fuck, I love your ass.” Reaching under me, he took my breasts into his hands and squeezed gently. “I love you full tits,” he muttered, plucking lightly at my nipples. “I love how sensitive your nipples are.” He drove into me, and I whimpered. He spoke through gritted teeth. “I love your tight, wet *.” He drove into me a second time, and I moaned long and low. He asked, “Who is your * so wet for, baby?” I bit my lip and fought a groan, my sex convulsing around his thick girth.

He felt it. “Oh, yeah, Mia. You know I like that.” His voice soft, he asked, “That cunt honey for me, Mia? You like my cock, baby? You like when I do this?” He thrust into me, balls-deep.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my mouth parted in a silent sigh. “Oh, God.”

“Not God,” he uttered cockily. “No, baby. Just me.” He drove into me. “Say my name, Mia.”

I was way past the embarrassed stage. “Quinn,” I panted.

His voice deceivingly soft, he stated, “Love when you say my name.”

It was then that I found I couldn’t stop saying his name. I moaned it over and over as he worked my body into a frenzy. My clit begged for attention, and just when I thought I’d go mad, he gave me what I needed. His fingers worked me in a slow circular motion, and not ten seconds passed before my body exploded into fireworks. I threw my head back and wailed through my blissful release.

Quinn groaned, working me hard and fast, prolonging my release, and soon, his body turned rigid and he stilled, pumping hot cum into the condom, joining me in ecstasy.

***

Quinn



Watching her come was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

My stomach flipped.

I quickly realized I didn’t want another man seeing this.

Not ever.

I wanted it all for myself, forever more. I suddenly knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t scared. Not at all. It felt good. It felt right.

I was going to ask Mia to marry me.

***

Mia



Both panting, we collapsed on our sides, facing each other. Eyes wide, adrenaline flowed through me. I reached out with trembling fingers, running the backs of them along his jaw. He caught my hand and kissed it before holding it to his chest, his racing heartbeat playing at my knuckles.

We stared at each other a long while, neither of us daring to speak a word. Because talk was talk. And we had something more than words.