With Every Heartbeat (Forbidden Men, #4)(112)

So I did.

“I’m ready for another biology lesson,” I said, grabbing a handful of his shirt. Then I rose onto my toes and kissed him. Hard.

For someone who totally wasn’t expecting it, Quinn reacted almost immediately, only stumbling back half a step before he caught himself and then crushed me against him. His large hands cupped my head. “Zoey,” he gasped before his lips captured mine.

My mouth opened under his, and his tongue was eager to fill it. I climbed his big body, because I needed every part of me rubbing against every part of him. He dropped his grip from my face to catch my butt and hoist me up where I wanted to be the most.

My legs wrapped around his waist. He spun me to pin me against a wall and then he began to grind. Oh God, but feeling his thick, long erection through his pants caused this delicious, throbbing clench of muscles deep in my womb. It reminded me just how much I’d missed feeling him there. I needed him inside me, moving, pumping, thrusting.

“I did a little research after...you know, learning about flower anatomy,” I panted out as he began to kiss his way down my throat.

“What?” He lifted his face, looking too dazed to remember the biology lesson he’d given me the last time we were together.

So aroused that my breaths wouldn’t calm down, I nodded. “Did you know that an imperfect flower is one that has either all female parts or all male parts, but not both?”

He blinked, clearly confused about why I was telling him this. “Yes,” he said. “I knew that.”

Of course he knew that. But that so wasn’t the point.

“So...so if you...” I bit my lip as I shifted my hips so I could ride his erection a little faster. “If you and I, male and female parts, came together, we’d make—”

“A perfect flower,” he whispered, finishing the sentence for me as his eyes lit with realization.

I smiled. “You want to make the most perfect flower ever with me?”

Lust and awe filled his gaze. “Yes.” He cupped my face, stared into my eyes, and then kissed me hard before repeating, “Yes,” even stronger. Then he peeled me off the wall and began to carry me down the hall. “Condoms are in my room.”

I nuzzled my nose up the side of his neck and nipped his earlobe with my teeth before saying, “I’m on the pill. Doctor’s orders.”

“In that case…the kitchen’s closer.” He veered left and then let go of me with one arm so he could shove everything off the top of the table. “I can’t get inside you fast enough.”

“I’ll get my jeans, you get the top.”

He agreed by swiping my shirt over my head. I fumbled with my jeans, zipping them down and then tugging them off my hips while Quinn whipped my bra off within seconds. Then he grabbed the heels of my boots and pulled them both off at the same time before helping me fling my pants over his shoulder.

“God, you are so perfect.” His eyes gleamed as he had me lie down on my back with my legs hanging off the side of the table.

The chill against my butt and spine fled the moment he hooked one of my legs under his arm and then slid his hand in his pants only to come out with his thick cock ready to impale. “And look at these beautiful swollen petals.” He slid the head of his shaft up along my folds. “You’re already blooming, all wet and ready for me.”

My breasts were so sensitive and hard as they heaved up and down from my chest. “I’ve been wet for you since last Friday.”

He lifted his attention, his gaze intent on my expression. “Is that why you changed your mind about us? Because of this.”

I shook my head. “No.”

His face flooded with joy and he shoved inside me, making me cry out and bow my back off the table.

“Okay, maybe a little,” I revised, panting when he paused half way in me.

One eyebrow lifted. “Only a little, you say?”

“Please,” I begged. “Quinn, please. A lot, okay. A lot. All of it. I need all of it, in all of me. Deeper.” I reached out for his hips, hoping to catch him and force him forward, but he just smiled and shook his head.

Then he closed his eyes, waited a beat, and whispered, “Okay. Now.”

He opened his lashes just as he thrust forward, breaching the rest of me. My * clenched around him, so hungry for his presence it began to contract.

“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.”

He started moving, and that was it for me. I came all around him, screaming, and begging, and thrashing for more.

He stroked me through my orgasm, stretching me from the inside and massaging me with his thumb from the outside. It wasn’t until I came down, panting and limp, that I realized he was still going. I opened my eyes. “You’re still…”

He grinned, even though his eyes were glazed, and his forehead was damp. “I love watching you come. How many times do you think we can get you to come before we leave this table?”

“Uh…” I had no idea, but I think he wanted to find out.

After running his hands up the outsides of my thighs, he clamped my legs together and bent them up until they were almost touching my chest. When he began to move again, the change in how he felt inside me from this new position made my eyes widen.

“Oh, that’s… Oh, wow.”

Quinn chuckled and leaned in a little against me so my body was supporting some of his. Then he cupped my breasts and finally gave them his attention.