PRINCE CHARMING: A Stepbrother Secret Baby Romance(54)
“Quincy,” she whispered, a warning and a want tangled together as her eyes closed.
He didn’t stop and let his hand trail farther down to her side, bringing her close against his body. That close, he could feel her chest rise with every breath she took, and he pressed his cheek against her hair, breathing her in. Her hands crept forward to his shirt, tugging him even closer as her mouth searched for his. Their breath mingled when he lowered his head, but their lips barely brushed before she started and pushed herself away hard.
“No, we can’t.”
“Olivia, stop.”
“No,” she said and rushed past him to the door, but he caught her and pulled her back to him. He slanted his lips over hers and kissed her long and hard, letting his tongue dart into the depths of her mouth as he swallowed the sigh that followed. His lips moved with hers, nibbling her lip as his hands cupped her face, but she shook her head and pulled back again.
“No! We can’t… We just can’t!” She covered her mouth with a hand. Quincy stared at her beauty, her cheeks flushed and eyes wide, filled with passion and fear for what tomorrow might bring.
He didn’t want to agree with her, but he saw his father’s disappointed face as he lost the crown for the bad luck of falling in love with the one woman he couldn’t have. With his hands on his hips and muttering curses, he took a step backwards. He couldn’t be this close to her. He turned his back so she could leave before he tried to stop her again.
“You’re right, just leave, and I’ll try not to bother you the last—”
Olivia whipped him around so fast he wasn’t sure what was happening until her lips were pressed against his. He groaned as his hands wrapped tightly around her waist, lifting her off her feet. Thankfully, her dress wasn’t too much, and he lifted her higher so she could wrap her legs around his waist as he backed them up to the wall. He couldn’t get enough of her fast enough and tugged at the hooks holding the halter top of the dress together.
He tugged harder, and there was a loud rip. The pieces fell forward, and she shimmied a bit so they fell farther, exposing her chest to him. He rubbed his cheek against her breasts, and she pressed him closer, her hands digging through his hair. His tongue licked and teased before he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked on it hard enough to make her gasp. He tasted her sweetness and pressed between her legs, letting her feel just how much he longed for her touch, for her body to be splayed out beneath his. He wanted her body and her heart so no other man could ever touch her without her being reminded of him.
“Quincy,” she whispered and moaned as he switched to the other nipple, sucking until it was hard in his mouth and she squirmed even more against him.
He ran his free hand up her body, the touch of her soft skin setting him on fire as it had so many times before. And there was nothing he wanted more in that moment than to feel her wrapped tightly around him again, pulling him inside her inch by inch until he filled her.
Quincy lowered her to her feet, and his lips found hers, his tongue sliding against hers and sucking it as his fingers worked at the zipper of her dress. He grunted in frustration when it wouldn’t budge and gently spun her around so he could get it. She didn’t laugh but frowned at the loss of his kiss. When it finally came free, he didn’t waste a second pulling it down her body, tugging it over her hips and lower so she could step out of it.
When she tried to turn back around, he stopped her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against his chest. He let his hand snake down between her legs. His fingers found her soft curls and moved lower until he felt her warmth, wet and ready for him.
“God,” he muttered against her neck, ready to lose it from that one touch. “Do you want me?”
“Yes,” she whispered and pressed herself harder against him when he moved his fingers, massaging her most intimate parts. He slipped one finger inside, and her head fell back against his shoulder. “Quincy… God, I want you.”
His heart pounded in his chest while he kissed her neck and his fingers continued moving. His other hand pressed against her stomach, holding her against him as he ground his erection against her. With her body so close to his, he sensed the tension building within her as he cupped her warmth, rubbing his palm against her bundle of nerves as his fingers continued their onslaught, thrusting in and out of her, a preview of what would come next.
Olivia gasped, and her back arched while her muscles clenched against his fingers, holding him inside her as the orgasm overtook her. He held her tightly, her moans making him harder than he was until she finally took a deep breath and sagged against him. But he wasn’t finished yet.
Before she had time to recover, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to his bed. After she was laid out, he stripped as quickly as he could and loved the way she watched him, her eyes slightly closed. Her hands moved up and down the length of her body, cupping her breasts and shivering at the sensation.
Quincy groaned at the sight and climbed into bed with her, pulling himself up over her body. The moment his lips found hers, his tongue darted into her mouth as he moved his hips and thrust himself deep inside of her. She cried out against his mouth and gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin. A groan escaped him as he pulled out then thrust again. Each time he moved, it was like the first time they were together on the beach, and he felt a little bit more of his heart flood with love for this woman.