With Every Heartbeat (Forbidden Men, #4)(113)

“Ohmigod!” I jerked from the intense sensation and bumped my head back against the table as I panted through the pleasure.

“I love your breasts.” His gaze was drawn to them as his hands massaged and his fingers plucked at the pearled nipples. “They fit my hands so perfectly. I want to fit one in my mouth.”

He leaned in and sucked one tip into his mouth, which essentially made his large body press in closer and force my legs to stay where he’d put them, trapping me as he assaulted me with his cock and tongue. I gripped his hair, not able to do much else but feel and cry out my next orgasm when I came again.

“One more,” Quinn whispered into my ear as soon as I began to wilt from the last high he’d given me. I shook my head, unable to believe I could last one more time, but he parted my legs so he could wedge his big body right up against mine. Then he pressed his forehead to mine so he could look into my eyes.

I think we shared everything in that moment. We breathed in the same air, intertwined our fingers so the sweat from our palms was the same, and we began to convulse together. Then we watched each other’s stunned expressions while our orgasm flourished between us.

When it was over and the calm returned, I cupped his face in my hands. His lashes flickered open. We were eyeball to eyeball when I said, “This is why I came back.” I brushed his hair across his forehead. “Because you’re you, and I couldn’t stay away from you.”

He kissed me, softly and gently, nothing but lips on lips, then nose rubbing against nose. “I’m glad you did, because I wasn’t sure how I was going to be able to stay away from you.”





I woke the next morning to Quinn’s naked butt right in my face. And then he bent over.

I grinned, suddenly fully awake. Curled on my side in his bed, I faced his way as he pulled up a pair of pants, and—damn—covered his perfect tush from my view. With a frown, I reached out, stretching since he was standing a good two or three feet away from the mattress, and then I tugged his pants back down until I could see those taut, rounded globes of goodness again.

“Hey,” he yelped and spun around.

I giggled sleepily up at him. “Hey, yourself. I was having fun looking at those. Why’d you have to go and cover them up?”

Pleasure spread across his face. “Oh, you want to play, huh?”

He crawled back onto the bed and pinned me to the mattress.

Since I had him right where I wanted him, I stretched and preened out my pleasure. “I definitely want to play. You have a problem with that?”

“Not at all.” He nipped my lips and then angled his head to the side and urged them open with his tongue. The hot, open-mouthed kiss that followed left me weak and breathless.

“How do you always make me want you so easily?” I demanded, panting for him.

“Jedi mind trick,” he panted back right before his breath fanned my neck.

Oh...golly. His lips barely pressed against the tender spot right behind my ear and I couldn’t help it, I moaned and arched against him like a cat being scratched.

“On your belly,” he instructed, rolling me over. “Time for paybacks, so I can enjoy your backside.”

I immediately rolled over.

Since I was still naked from our night together, his fingers skimmed around to my front and found their way between my legs as his hips arched against my bottom, letting me feel just how very aroused he was. My breasts began to ache a split second before he cupped one.

A finger batted against my nipple while one finger on the other hand pushed inside me. My mouth opened in a silent scream.

Quinn groaned behind me. “You are so wet.”

“For you, always. Oh...God. Don’t stop,” I commanded as my hips rolled with the thrust of his thick digit. “Don’t stop. Please.”

Quinn pressed another finger in and pinched my nipple at the same moment. The quick, crisp nip of pain sent my nerve endings haywire until I began to come, hard. The muscles contracting in my abdomen wrenched and twisted savagely enough that I cried out from the pressure. I squirmed against the hand between my legs, wanting to escape and latch on to such sweet torment at the same time.

His tongue slid up the back of my neck. Our bodies pressed together perfectly as I arched back into him. He was soft and yet hard all at the same time, his flesh all sleepy warm and smooth but the muscle under it hard and supportive. I so loved that about him and couldn’t stop my fingers from reaching back and sinking into his hair. I almost wished I was facing him so my hands could be running up and down his back, marveling at how wonderful he felt. Even the bumps from his scars felt absolutely perfect under my fingers, making little paths of puckered skin to follow in a mazelike pattern.

“Quinn.” I broke when he bit the back of my shoulder. “I need you inside me. Please. It feels so empty without you there.” My womb had nothing to clench around; it needed something right there.

Grasping my hips, he remained sitting upright as he drew my bottom back onto his lap and slid me up against his arousal. When the blunt tip of his penis pressed into my opening, I threw my head back and let out a relieved breath. He slid his hand up from between my legs, over my navel and to my breasts. When he cupped one, I choked out a whimper. Then he finally filled me completely.

I reached back and grabbed his thighs, my nails digging into his skin. “Harder.”