Indefinite (Salvation #6)(22)

Quinn pushes me back onto the couch. The soft leather causes me to shiver as the heat of his body covers me.

He kisses me again, his tongue dueling against mine. Kissing a man like him is an entire body experience.

I sigh against his lips when his fingers move down my shorts. “I love that you don’t wear underwear,” he says with a chuckle. “I love that you’re dripping wet and all I’ve done is this.”

“It’s because it’s been a long time,” I retort. His hand stills, and I realize I just gave something away. Quinn thinks I’m pregnant already. “For us.”

“Have you been dreaming about me?”

Fuck yes, I have. “No.”

“Tell me the truth,” Quinn commands. “Is it me you wanted when you were with that man? Is it me you thought of when he was inside you?”

I can’t answer. No matter what the hell he does, I have to keep my mouth shut. He thinks I’ve been with someone else, and it needs to stay that way. “Why don’t you fuck me and we can find out?” I say as I move my hands against his bare chest.

Quinn smirks. “Oh, I’m going to, that’s not even a question, but how many times I let you come is dependent on your answer.”

I will not let this smug bastard win. He wants to know if I thought about him while I was with someone else? Too bad. “If you wanted to know the answers to your questions, then you should’ve been around. And how many times you make me come will determine whether you ever touch me again.”

I throw my own gauntlet down. It’s up to him if he picks it up.

He leans onto his knees. Towering over me. “Well, then I better get to work.”

Quinn unties his shorts, watching me watch him, and then pulls them off, freeing his dick.

I am one of the few women who love a man’s dick. There’s something oddly sexy about it. How it grows, tastes, and moves. My body was made for him to fit inside me, and I am so going to enjoy this ride.

My hand reaches out to touch him, but he pushes it away. “You want to touch me?”

I nod.

“I thought I was the one who had to earn it?”

“Then what are you doing?”

His eyes fill with mischief and a hint of challenge. “It’s only been you, Ashton,” Quinn informs me and then wraps his hand around his cock. “I’ve been hard for you, wanting you and no one else. I don’t give a fuck if you believe me or not because you’re the only woman I want.”

My breathing accelerates as I watch him stroke himself while looking at me. I’m jarring back and forth from anger to love. Each side gets the lead only to be dealt a losing blow. I can see that he’s aware of what this is doing to me.

His words are penetrating the armor I thought I had around my heart.

I don’t want to hear anything else. “I want my orgasm.”

Quinn shakes his head, his hand stilling. “How badly?”

“Enough for me to go find my vibrator if you won’t complete your task.”

I’m not even joking. I’m about two seconds away from attempting to lock myself in my bedroom. I’m not na?ve enough to think I’ll actually get that far, but I’m not about idle threats.

His fingers tuck into the waistband of my shorts, and he pulls down. He lifts my legs to remove them completely, and then his hands grip my thighs and the backs of my knees are on his shoulders.

Before I can make a noise, his tongue is against my clit. He takes a few slow swipes, and I start to climb. He moves in small circles, adding and adjusting the pressure according to the sounds I make. I try to fight it off as long as I can, but he’s too damn good. Quinn knows my body and what I like, and he pushes me.

“Quinn,” I start to call his name as a pant. “There! Yes!” I yell as he starts to increase the pressure. Then he inserts a finger, curving it, driving me higher until there’s nowhere to go but over the edge. “Holy shit!”

He keeps going, milking every ounce of pleasure from me as I thrash my head back and forth.

“There’s one, I’m thinking it’s a threepeat kind of night,” Quinn says as he climbs my body.

“Yeah?”

He thrusts into me in one motion, causing me to cry out. “Yeah, maybe even four.”

Death by dick . . . what a way to go.





11


Ashton





Quinn brings my body to all the heights, and now we’re both sweaty, sated, and I’m lying on his chest. So much for self-control.

Both of us have been silent, either afraid to speak or afraid to acknowledge what just happened. Having sex with Quinn was definitely not in my plans. In fact, it was the opposite of what I was going to do.

Now, it’s done, and I’m left feeling things I would rather ignore. Like I love him. Too bad he thinks I’m pregnant with another man’s baby and will probably lose his mind when it sets in. Sure, he says that he doesn’t care, but I know him. He’s a prideful bastard. I’ll really be dead when he finds out I was lying all along.

I rest my chin on my hand, looking up at him. “Loving you has never been an issue, you know?”

His eyes fill with an emotion I can’t place and wish I could read. “No.” He sighs. “It’s been mine. I wasn’t the man you needed, and you’re pushing me away now because I deserve that.” With that confession, the emotion in the room shifts. “If I were a better man, I would do what you’re asking. I’d leave and let you have the life you want—without me. But, you see, I’ve tried that for the last six months. I’ve lived in this world without talking to you, touching you, or knowing you were there, and I was miserable. I wished I had died that day in the accident because a life without you, Ashton, isn’t worth shit.”