An Affair So Right (Rebel Hearts #4)(51)

Her body was flushed with heat and sweat when he turned her again, so she lay on her side while he was still buried deep. He moved her to the angle he wanted, held her top leg up, her hand trapped between her legs and thrust very slowly.

“Wait for me,” Quinn demanded.

Theodora jerked her hand away from her quim, but it was too late. She lost her control over her arousal and came anyway. She turned her face into the bedding just in time to muffle a scream.

Above her, Quinn stilled and then, by the short, abrupt thrusts, she knew he was about to join her in bliss.





Chapter 20





Quinn lay on his side, watching Theodora sleep. He’d exhausted her, and his lips curled in pleasure that he could. When it came to lovemaking, Theodora was very physical. She liked what he liked, which seemed to be any position he wanted to bend her into. She liked to tease him with bold conversation. They were well matched indeed, and yet it was always Theodora who collapsed first. He’d never known such honesty in a lover. Never taken so much pleasure in a woman’s desire.

Despite their poor beginning, Theodora appeared made for his pleasure.

Quinn studied Theodora’s face in repose. In the light of the new day, she was breathtaking. Pure and yet so very wicked at heart. Gentle and yet fierce. She made every moment together an event, a necessity for his soul. He could hardly believe he’d turned her down once. He wouldn’t ever be so foolish again.

He moved a curl of her dark hair from the pillow and lay it gently across her exposed breast. He grasped another carefully, so as not to wake her, delighting in the texture of the dark strands between his fingers, and added it to the first. She was a strange and fascinating creature. He had no regrets they’d become lovers. He did things to her he’d never have attempted with Adele in the past, which made him reconsider how deeply he’d cared for his former mistress.

To be honest, he’d never actually felt like this before. Every glimpse of Theodora’s body filled him with anticipation. Every conversation with her revealed an odd symmetry of thought. He did not fool himself that she agreed with him on every subject, but what they had discussed was done with enough friendly banter and intelligence to her logic to have him looking forward to their next conversation, and even disagreements…not that they’d had any yet.

She’d become deeply involved in his affairs, his properties and investments, his ambitions to live on his own terms. She made making sense of his father’s affairs feel less overwhelming.

He’d grown so accustomed to sharing everything with her that it seemed disloyal not to turn to her for advice. He considered again whether she might help him solve the puzzle of Mary’s last days. He could explain what he knew of Mary and see if she concluded anything beyond his own thoughts.

“There’s always a sheet to cover me with,” Theodora grumbled sleepily after he added another curl over her breast.

“But then I’d be denied the view of the rest of your delicious body,” he whispered, teasing his fingers over her soft belly until she squirmed. He wished they could remain like this until morning came, but he had a valet who would come to “wake” him in his own room shortly. He had to return there soon.

He stole a kiss, and Theodora lifted her face for more. He obliged, kissing her softly, teasing her awake. Quinn moved over her, propping himself on his arms and knees to lose himself in her delicious scent yet again. It was almost more than he could bear to pull away and not continue exploring their mutual passion. “I must be going. It is almost six.”

She peeked around the room with one eye open and groaned softly. “You woke me up just to tell me you were going? In truth, I didn’t expect you to stay so long.”

Neither had he, but when their last pleasure had ended, he’d wrapped Theodora in his arms and dozed longer than normal. She was very soft and seemed very willing to be held. Something he adored about her. It was also an intimacy Adele had never allowed him to indulge in often, he suddenly remembered. She hadn’t liked him to see her at anything but her best looks, either.

He ran his hand over Theodora’s tangled dark locks fondly. “I dislike slinking off in the dark like a thief,” he murmured as he considered his last relationship. He’d not particularly liked the terms struck between himself and Adele that only allowed him three nights a week in her bed at most. Most often it had been once a week, because she claimed to be committed elsewhere.

Father, of course, had been among her other engagements.

He was glad to be rid of her, in truth.

So far, Theodora had never denied him a moment in her company, although he’d never asked for more beyond their beds. He should like to dance with her one day, though. He was eager to learn what she thought of his friends too.

He dropped his lips to her breast and teased her until the bud pebbled, then he drew the peak deeper into his mouth. He feasted on her lightly until she caught his head and held him there with firm pressure. Theodora had full breasts, ones perfectly shaped for his hands and lips to devour. He could easily spend an hour making love to one if he could bear to leave the rest of her body alone for that long. Quinn drew her firmly against him, cupping her back and then sliding his hand down to her rear. He tilted her hips up until she pressed her quim against his belly, and she gasped softly before grinding her sex harder into him.

There was one thing he absolutely knew about Theodora Dalton—she was always eager for pleasure. She always welcomed him with open arms.