Love, Diamonds, and Spades (Cactus Creek #2)(27)

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YEP, IT WAS OFFICIAL.

He was going to have the worst case of blue balls in the history of mankind.

But frankly, he didn’t care.

Watching Quinn come apart before him was the hottest damn thing he’d ever seen in his life.

And if he’d been an addict before, now, he was beyond saving completely. He’d meant every word he said earlier. He never even saw, let alone noticed any other women anymore.

Just Quinn.

She was so goddamn beautiful; he couldn’t believe she thought she wasn’t gorgeous enough. That was just insane. Didn’t she know what she did to him? How little control he had when he was around her? Hell, he’d had to stop himself from shredding her clothes the minute he’d felt her naked skin where a pair of panties should’ve been.

Now as he played it back in his head, he realized beautiful wasn’t even the right word to describe her. There was only one word he could think of that could possibly fit.

Mine.

He repeated it to himself as he eventually tumbled into a bone-deep, comforted sleep with Quinn in his arms.

Some time later, Rylan found himself in the middle of another scorching hot fantasy starring Quinn—they seemed to be coming nightly now.

But tonight, the temptress was straight-up blowing his mind.

He watched with his mind’s eye as she crawled up onto her knees and skimmed teasing little kisses all over his abdomen. Her hands followed, and blistering hot pleasure jolted through his body when her hand closed over him.

Hands gripping the sheets, he clawed to stay tethered to the dream, fought back the need to wake up just yet. Screw his alarm, screw work. The only thing that mattered right now was that Quinn’s mouth was inching lower, and lower still, her breasts swaying over his clenched thighs, torturing him in tandem, making him so goddamn hard, he was losing his mind.

Damn it. This fantasy was quickly turning into a wet dream and he was powerless to stop it.

Her mouth closed over his head and raw, savage need flooded his veins.

“Quinn.”

He felt her smile and swipe two tiny, barely there licks across his flesh.

Something dark and feral awoke inside him, gripping him at the edge of his hunger, shoving him past his limits. A man could only take so much.

Rylan’s hands threaded through long strands of silky angel hair, and slowly registered the fact that he wasn’t dreaming…seconds before his eyes shot open to see Quinn’s now sharply dilated sapphire eyes watching him.

Waiting for him.

…Before her mouth slid down his hard, pulsing length.

He let out on a guttural groan as she drew back and gently teased her tongue over him, tormented him.

Dared him.

His fingers clutched at her scalp and drew her closer. Deeper.

At the sound of the demanding little moan vibrating all around him, he pumped harder into that hot, wicked mouth of hers.

Every muscle in his body was strained tight as she worked her mouth up and down the length of him, nearly to the root. The hot, merciless suction drew his sanity right out of him, one slow stroke at a time, until he was nudging her throat.

Instantly, she swallowed back another moan, and the rolling pressure caused him to thrust deeper into her mouth. Raw, agonized pleasure coursed through him the deeper he went.

Her fingers squeezed the base of his erection as the one and only warning he got before she plunged her mouth down his entire length and drew back to suck hard and fast, matching him thrust for thrust.

A hoarse sound ripped out of his throat as he came, harder than he ever had in his life.

Flashing lights and fractured images of Quinn pressing gentle kisses on his skin swam in his vision while quick-drying cement flooded his limbs. Even his eyelids felt drained.

Even so, when he felt Quinn’s sexy little body curl up against his, he found the strength to wrap his arms around her and pull her in tighter.

She snuggled her face against his neck, and draped herself over his torso like a human blanket.

Soft and sweet, his little hellcat fit against him perfectly.

And he had no intention of letting her go any time soon.





CHAPTER TWELVE


“I DON’T THINK I’VE ever loved anything more in my entire life.”

Quinn wasn’t surprised by Rylan’s declaration. She was amused by it though. Never had she seen a person so enamored with a set of brand new bed sheets.

Over the past few weeks, they’d had every single one of their dates at her house. This was their first time at his place, and she’d prepared for the weekend by hitting up a bunch of discount and big box stores to find the silkiest 2,000 thread count Egyptian sheet set she could afford.

She’d gotten a killer deal since the package only had the fitted sheet, but it fit her budget perfectly. After another hour of rabid bargain shopping, she’d found pillowcases that were a close match as well.

When Rylan had first opened his front door and caught sight of the shiny new sheets in her hands, his nostrils flared as he took in the scent of laundry detergent. The effect had his eyes fighting a hard, tormented battle between staring at her face and staring at the sheets.

Funniest thing ever.

Her laughter seemed to break the back and forth Wimbledon trance and within seconds, he was nabbing her elbow and rushing them over to the bedroom to swap out his sheets.

He groaned out in appreciative bliss a minute later when he discovered that she’d washed and made the sheets extra soft and fluffy with the same softener scent she used for her towels—a few of which, she was now finding, seemed to have sprouted legs and walked from her house to his.