Quinn fucking Walker had lowered her standards to be with the likes of me.
I didn’t know what to do with that. I knew what I should’ve done, and that was show her the door and explain again she deserved better.
But I wasn’t going to. Not after I had a taste of all that was her.
* * *
It was the next evening I was passing Quinn’s door on my way to my apartment in an attempt to shower before I went to her when it opened, her hand shot out, wrapped around my bicep, and she yanked me through the door.
“Saw you pull up.”
That was all she said before her body collided with mine and she attacked.
Her hands went into my hair, she yanked me down, and our mouths met in the middle. Her tongue darted out and she set a frantic pace—desperate, needy, hungry. I let her take her fill, then I took mine.
Tasting nothing but beauty, but knowing I had to slow this down, I started to break the kiss but her sweet moan pulled me back in.
My hands went to her ass and I lifted her into my arms, her legs went around my waist, and swear to Christ, her arms wrapped around my shoulders like she never wanted to let go. Something I’d think long and hard about when I was alone—why I loved the feel of her holding on, doing it tight.
I shuffled us across the room, debating the couch but wanting the bed, so I moved us into her room. The lamp was on, giving the room just enough light that I’d be able to see every inch of her when I finally stripped her down.
Quinn released her legs, got to her feet, and she wasted no time yanking at my clothes.
“Baby—”
“Hurry, Brice.”
“Quinn—”
“Please.”
Fucking hell.
I tore my shirt off as she worked the button of my cargos, and within minutes I learned I had been wrong. Quinn Walker wasn’t pretty. She wasn’t beautiful. She was magnificent. Top-to-toe perfect. Curves in all the right places, but that wasn’t what had my hands trembling. It was her eyes. Hot and wild, but uncertain. She was not having second thoughts. But that didn’t mean that now that she stood in front of me fully nude she wasn’t hesitant.
She didn’t hide it. She’d started us down this path but was looking to me to guide us the rest of the way.
Nothing but trust shone, it leaked from every pore. I knew, because Quinn was not easy. She wasn’t the type of woman who would meet a man in a bar and go home with him without exchanging names. The night I saw her at Pulse looked like a feeble attempt on her part and she failed to follow through with it.
There was no chance in hell she’d bare herself to me if she didn’t trust me. And that feeling was so powerful, if I didn’t lock it down it’d overwhelm me.
Unable to hold back another second, my hand went to her face and I ran my knuckles down the smooth skin. “You are so beautiful, baby.”
Those emerald eyes flashed and I knew she liked that. Both me calling her baby and me telling her she was beautiful.
One hand skimmed her back, the other dipped from her face to her chest and skirted above the swell of her cleavage. I was afraid to look anywhere but her eyes, afraid that if I took in anymore of her I wouldn’t be able to go slow and give her what she deserved. Not that I could begin to, but what she didn’t needed was a quick and dirty fuck.
My lips brushed hers and suddenly my gut hollowed as the enormity of the moment hit me. There’d be no going back. From this point on, irrevocable.
“Brice?” she whispered.
“Hey, baby?”
“You okay?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“You’re shaking.”
Fuck, yeah, I was shaking, trying my hardest to keep my body in check. Every inch of me vibrated with a need I’d never felt before and it scared the fucking shit out of me.
Quinn scared the shit out of me.
“Lie back on the bed, Quinn.”
Her eyes widened and her body gave a small tremble before she scurried and did as I asked.
My hand caught her ankle before she got too far and her startled gaze snapped to mine before she relaxed and waited.
Jesus Christ. There she was—all that long thick black hair splashed across her cream-colored comforter just as I’d fantasized. Fantastic, full tits, pebbled rosy nipples. Legs so goddamned sexy, my cock jerked in appreciation.
All of it beautiful.
All of it for me.
And I wasn’t the only one eating up the view—her eyes were on me, heating my skin, making me very aware she was staring.
My lips touched her calf and I smiled at the smooth silky skin.
“See you shaved again,” I muttered as I made my way up her thigh.
“Of course I did. You didn’t expect a cactus, did you?”
“No, I didn’t, sweetheart.”
My lips made it to the top of her thigh and she started to squirm and tried to close her legs.
“Stay still.”
“Um…”
Over the plane of her flat stomach and mounds of her mouthwatering tits, I caught her eyes.
“Um, what?” I asked.
“Um…well…you see.”
She tried again to press her legs closed but my hands on her thighs tightened, and with my thumbs splayed, I started stroking closer to her pussy. She writhed again and her trust leaned toward uncertainty.
“I see a lot of things, Quinn. All of them beautiful. All of them I’m gonna taste, some of them I’m gonna suck on and bite.”
“Taste?” she whispered.
“Fuck, yeah.”
“Well…”
I lowered my mouth, kissed the close-cropped triangle of hair, and inhaled.
“Christ, you smell good.”
Quinn’s hands flew off the bed and covered her face and her groan filled the room.
“Baby, I want you to watch when I eat you.”
“Oh, God.”
“I suspect you’re gonna be saying that a lot tonight. But for now I need you to look at me and tell me why you’re hiding from me.”
Her hands remained on her face and my thumbs moved closer to where I wanted them, finally hitting wet and dipping in.
“Jesus. So hot and wet.”
“Brice,” she groaned and her hips bucked.
Fuck, yeah.
“Baby, I need you to talk to me.”
Finally her hands uncovered her face, now flushed with pink, which only made her sexier.
“No one’s ever done that,” she blurted out in a rush.
I let the shock of her statement blaze through me before I smiled. I knew it was smug and I also didn’t give the first fuck. Not since my very first time, had I been anyone’s first at anything. And that was mostly by design. When I was younger, I knew I didn’t have it in me for that kind of responsibility. As I got older, with the women I’d chosen to spend my time with, it wasn’t an option.
So hell yeah, I was a bastard but I loved that I would be the first to give her this.
“Brice,” she snapped.
“Haven’t gone anywhere, sweetheart.”
“Why are you smiling like that? I’m embarrassed.”
“I’ll show you why.”
Still smiling, I lowered my head, and with my smile still firmly in place I licked her from damn near ass to clit. And if I thought her mouth was beauty, with the taste of her pussy now on my tongue I knew I was mistaken. There wasn’t one part of her that was the best—she was the whole package.
Everything.
“Oh my God.”
“Keep your legs wide for me.”
“Um…”
“Trust me.”
Her legs fell open and heat surged through me, blazing a trail of goodness in its wake and I wanted to shout in relief.
Hell. Yes.
I had a woman to please and I didn’t waste another second. It took approximately two minutes before Quinn was rocking into my mouth. Two minutes after that, both of her hands were in my hair pulling me closer. I didn’t
need the encouragement. I licked, I sucked, I speared my tongue into her pussy and drank from her. Lapping up as much of her excitement as I could get, not wanting to miss a single drop.
Goddamned perfect.
“Brice, oh, shit,” she panted.
“Give it to me, Quinn.”
She bucked up into my face, I latched on to her clit, sucking it deep, and added my fingers.
Her thighs clamped tight over my ears but I couldn’t miss her muffled scream as she flew apart.
Once her pussy stopped grasping my fingers, I slowly brought her back and panic set in. My body was strung so tight I thought I was going to snap. The need I had overwhelming.
Once her knees fell open again I removed my hand from between her legs and cleaned the remnants of what sounded and felt like a really great orgasm.
“Nightstand. Hurry.”
I blinked in confusion and asked, “What?”
“I bought condoms. I figured we should have a stash. So nightstand. Hurry, Brice.”
Sweet Quinn buying condoms, why did the thought twist my gut?
Impatient as ever, she didn’t wait for me, instead she shuffled and reached for the drawer herself, in the process knocking off the same lamp that had fallen the night her bathroom flooded.
“Stupid lamp,” she muttered. “I hate that ugly thing.”
“Thought you liked that lamp? You said you were pissed that I broke it.”
“I lied.”
“You lied?” I smiled.
“Yeah. I don’t like to be ignored. So I lied to get a rise out of you. But it didn’t work.”
Seriously as fuck, who admits that? I couldn’t stop the chuckle, and when her eyes got squinty, I couldn’t stop my shoulders from rocking with laughter.
“It’s not funny, Brice. I don’t like to be ignored so I get annoying. That way the person who’s ignoring me gets annoyed and will argue with me.”
“It’s fucking hilarious that you’re telling me that shit.”
“I don’t see why.”
“No, baby, you wouldn’t, and that’s why it’s funny as hell.”
“Whatever,” she huffed.
“No bullshit.”
“What?”
“Nothing, baby. Finish what you were doing, playtime’s over.”
“Playtime? You consider that playtime?”
“That being me eating your pussy until you came screaming in my mouth. Oh, yeah, that’s playtime. Time to get to the good stuff.”
“The good stuff?” she panted.
Fuck, but this was gonna be fun.
All of it. Start to finish, all the parts in between. Not only was Quinn beautiful and sexy but she was funny as hell. If this was any indication what sex was like with her, I was in way over my head.
“Get that condom, baby, and I’ll show you.”
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I’ll show you.
Brice was showing me all right. And what he was showing me wasn’t soft and sweet. It was hard, it was rough, it was a toe-curling experience I never wanted to end. One leg tangled with his, the other hitched high pressed against his hip. Our breaths and moans intermingled, filling the room with a sexy ballad.
I noted all of it.
How his palm felt holding my thigh where he wanted it. How his fingertips dug into my flesh. The way his other hand fisted my hair, keeping me trapped where he wanted me. How his chocolate-brown eyes bore into mine and drove hard inside of me.
I felt it all. I absorbed it. I memorized it. This might be my only chance and I wasn’t going to miss a second of it.
Brice’s hand moved from my thigh, going between us, and when his thumb hit my sweet spot and electricity shot through me, every sense was heightened.
“Oh, God,” I panted.
My back arched, my hips surged, and I lost what little control I had left of my body. It was his. All of it.
I couldn’t stop my hands from roaming—not gentle, teasing caresses. From his firm ass, up over the muscles of his back, his shoulders—he was hard everywhere. My fingers itched to claw, scratch, and dig into his flesh. I wanted to hold him close and never let him go.
“Too much,” I panted between groans.
My skin heated and prickled and my body thrashed under his. Needing more, needing to escape, needing everything and nothing at the same time.
“Let go, Quinn.” The thick rasp of his voice sent me barreling toward the end.
I knew it was coming, I just didn’t think I would survive. I didn’t want it to be over. I wasn’t ready to lose him and I knew as soon as we were done, that was it. He’d be lost to me.
It hit me without warning and I memorized that, too. The way he moved between my legs, the insane pleasure he created, the way my orgasm tore through me, the pulsing in my pussy as my body bowed to his.
“Bri…Brice…” I stammered. “Oh, God.”
The bed shook with the force of his thrusts, and finally with his eyes locked on mine, hunger blazing bright, he let go.
“Christ!” he roared and planted himself as deep as he could go.
And I swear, it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Better than watching his mouth work between my legs. Better than watching his eyes turn hazy when he first thrusted inside of me. Better than hearing the sounds he made as he pounded deep. Nothing was better so I decided to commit that to memory, too.
On a slow glide he started moving again, giving me gentle and sweet. Brice’s head lowered and his lips brushed mine before they went to my cheek, then lower to my neck. The whole time he was placing soft kisses on my over-sensitized skin.
“Quinn,” he whispered and my muscles seized.
He sounded funny.
Unsure. Strange. A hint of something I couldn’t place, but I didn’t like it all the same.
Shit.
“So soft,” he murmured. “So sweet.”
I waited for him to say more but he didn’t. He nipped the side of my neck, and any other time it would’ve sent a thrill over me. But right then I was worried.
What now?
Did I say something?
Do something?
This was wholly new for me and I was at a loss.
“Gotta get rid of the condom, baby.”
“Okay.”
Brice didn’t move but his body started shaking. “That means you gotta unwrap.” He chuckled.
Oh. My. God. How embarrassing, he was laughing at how dumb I was.
“Sorry,” I grumbled and tried to turn my face away.
“Look at me.”
“Nuhuh.”
“Babe, seriously. Can’t tell you how much I like feeling you wrap me tight. Like it even more you don’t wanna lose me.”
“You’re laughing—”
“I’m not laughing at you.”
“So you’re laughing at some other woman who’s…” His body started shaking harder and my embarrassment turned into irritation. “Brice!”
“Quinn, you’re cute as hell, how could I not laugh?”
“No woman wants to hear they’re cute after fantastic sex,” I educated him. “Sexy. Alluring. Beautiful. But not cute.”
“You’re all of those—definitely. But you’re also cute, funny, and sweet.”
I said, “Whatever.” But what I wanted to do was sink under the weight of him and stay there awhile. A long while, basking in the warmth his big body and words had provided. However, that wasn’t what I did. I unraveled my limbs and let him go.
“Be back.” And with a kiss to my forehead he was gone.
But before he went, he reached to the end of my bed and grabbed the rumpled throw blanket I kept there and covered me. I thought this was sweet so I decided to go with that instead of wondering if he did it to cover the evidence of what we’d done because he felt some kind of remorse.
Brice was obviously comfortable with his nudity and probably was a practiced hand walking away from a bed with the woman he’d just ravaged still in a daze while he sauntered to the bathroom to get rid of th
e spent condom. The notion made my stomach churn and my chest ache.
I was not having second thoughts about having sex with Brice. I was having second, third, and forth thoughts about whether or not I was capable of handling what this was—just sex. Nothing more. No promises. Though, he had promised he would handle me with kindness. Even if he didn’t commit to my request verbally, he did with action. At least I hoped him taking us to bed meant he agreed.
Gah! I was so not capable of doing this. There were too many questions. Too many landmines I didn’t understand. But even if I was lying in my bed, naked, with Brice in my bathroom, and I was having a mini-freak-out, it couldn’t be denied that was by and far the best sex I’d ever had in my entire life. Hence the freak-out—I wanted more. I didn’t want this to be a one-time thing, and that scared me—terrified me really. I was afraid I would be ruined if I wasn’t already when he ended things.
The bathroom door opened, pulling me from my crazy thoughts. My eyes landed on Brice’s bare chest, down to his taut stomach, and with all my might I brought them back to his face to catch him smiling.
Damn, he had a great smile. And now that I knew his after-sex smile was even better than his normal one, I was definitely ruined. I’d never look at him the same, and that’s when the realization hit and my cheeks heated that he, too, knew a few new things about me.
By the time he made his way to me, nabbed his boxer briefs off the floor, stepped into them, then sat on the bed—all of which I watched with rapt attention—I was nearly panting.
Brice Lancaster was hot, no way around it. And now after having the best sex of my life, he was sitting on the edge of my bed, brushing my hair off my face. Fortunately, my breathing was the only outward reaction to his proximity. I could’ve been a shivering, trembling mess.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, Brice, I’m fine.”
Brice kept his gaze steady on mine and he looked like he was searching for something. Probably a way to extract himself from the situation. So when the silence slid to uncomfortable, I finally spoke.
“You hungry?”
It was with great effort I didn’t flinch when the mask slammed down over his handsome face and his eyes blanked.
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