Then he bent his head and took her in his mouth. She cried out and arched into him, grinding into his thigh at the same time. He swirled his tongue around her, then suckled gently.
Her cries got louder, then she collapsed against him, tiny moans breathed into his ear. He wasn't sure she even realized she was making those sexy sounds.
Finally, her shuddering slowed, then stopped. Her thighs loosened on his leg. He took his mouth away and lowered her scrub suit until her gorgeous breasts were once again hidden.
"Thank you for sharing that with me, Tessa." He stroked her hair and tucked her head into his neck. "Thank you for letting me watch you come like that. I've never seen anything sexier."
Maybe that night he watched her. Maybe that was sexier. But he wasn't about to tell her what had happened. Not yet, and maybe never. It was too...intimate. She didn't want intimate.
He wasn't sure he did, either.
They stood wrapped around each other in her kitchen for long minutes, until her doorbell buzzed. Slowly she lifted her head. Her eyes were enormous and she looked dazed. Her hair had fallen partially out of her pony tail and she looked like a woman who'd just been thoroughly fucked.
And all he'd done was suck on her breasts.
"You expecting someone?" he asked, stepping away from her.
"Ah, the pizza," she managed to say.
"I'll get it." He walked awkwardly to the door, took a bill out of his wallet, then pulled out his shirt and let the tails hang over his zipper. If this was her regular pizza deliver guy, he didn't want to give him anything to snicker about at Tessa's expense.
He opened the door, and a bored-looking kid appeared at the top of the stairs. "Pizza for Porter?"
"Yeah," Quinn said gruffly. He handed the kid the twenty and took the pizza. As the kid reached into his pocket for change, Quinn said, "Keep it."
"Hey, thanks, man," the kid said, brightening. "Thanks a lot."
Quinn shut the door in his face and turned to find Tessa in the living room. She didn't meet his gaze, and she was adjusting her shirt and tucking her hair behind her ears. Nervous.
Quinn dropped the pizza box on her coffee table and took Tessa's hands. "Hey," he said, his voice soft. "You're not upset, are you?"
"Of course I'm upset," she said, and color rose over her neck and face. "I got completely carried away." She glanced at where his shirttails were tented out slightly. "And you didn't."
"Oh, I was carried away." He brushed the hair away from her face and kissed her below her ear. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Or heard."
Her face got even redder. "I'm not...I don't do that with men I've just met."
"This is new for me, too." He nodded toward his cock, which hadn't settled down at all. "I've been in this condition since I met you last night. Damned inconvenient at work. Thank God I sat behind a desk all day."
"Yeah?" Her eyes wandered below his waist and lingered there. "I can see that might be ha...difficult."
"It was. Hard, too."
She tugged at the hem of her shirt, as if she was trying to smooth out the wrinkles. It pulled taut against her breasts, and it outlined her nipples clearly.
His eyes darkened. "Don't you wear a bra to work?"
"I do. But tonight it was feeling kind of tight. Uncomfortable. So I took it off before I left."
"Why was it tight?"
She glanced toward his zipper again. "Probably for the same reason you were uncomfortable at work all day."
"Oh, God, Tessa. You're going to destroy me." He was in so much trouble. He loved how straightforward she was. How she said what she was thinking without being coy or falsely modest.
Like the way she'd told him she would come if he touched her breasts. Would she be that frank, that open about everything? Would she tell him what she wanted in bed? How she liked to be touched?
He hoped so. Because he wanted to fulfill every one of her fantasies.
"I don't want to destroy you, Quinn." She smiled and her eyes twinkled. "What fun would that be?"
"Could be lots of fun."
"Yeah?" She smoothed her shirt again, her hands lingering near her breasts, and he groaned. "You want to tell me about it?"
"You want the pizza to get cold?"
Her eyes darkened as she stared at him and he stared back. Her chest rose and fell faster. "Pizza can always be reheated," she finally said, her voice low and a little hoarse.
He reached for her hand, and she stared at him for a long moment before she took it.
Chapter 9
Quinn's warm hand closed around hers, and Tessa couldn't stop trembling. Had she really just agreed to make love with Quinn? After knowing him for only twenty-four hours?
She hesitated, and he drew her closer. "What's wrong?"
She swallowed and stared at him. His eyes were dilated, he was clearly aroused, but he didn't sound impatient. Or like he was irritated she was hesitating. He simply watched her and waited.
"This...this is so out of my comfort zone," she finally whispered. "I don't jump into bed with men the moment I meet them. I'm not a prude, but I want to get to know a guy before we get naked together. But I want you. More than I've ever wanted anyone. And I feel safe with you, and comfortable, and as if I've known you forever. Which is totally crazy. Because, really, I don't know you at all. And you don't know me."
"Yeah," he said quietly. "And whether you believe it or not, I'm not the kind of guy who's interested in casual hookups or one-night stands. Maybe because of all I've seen on the job. Maybe because of the way my parents were together." He leaned closer and brushed his mouth over hers. "I'm not saying I'm a saint, but this isn't my usual style, either. Hell, I've never gotten involved with someone I met because of a case, and I swore I never would. But here I am."
"And I'm not interested in dating a cop. But here I am, too."
They stared at each other for a long moment. Finally, Quinn said, "So what do we do?"
She wanted to make love with him. Badly. But maybe, in spite of what had happened in the kitchen, they should wait. Get to know one another. "We could eat that pizza."
"We could." He tilted his head. "That what you want to do?"
Quinn waited for her to answer – clearly, the decision would be hers.
She thought about how long it had been since she'd had sex with anyone but herself. She thought about the unselfish way he'd touched her in the kitchen, the way he'd held her, the way he hadn't insisted on 'his turn'.
And she saw no pressure in his eyes. He would be good with whatever she decided to do.
In spite of the fact that he clearly wanted her as much as she wanted him.
His face was flushed, and he watched her with dark eyes, the blue almost completely hidden. It was impossible to misunderstand the reason the tails of his shirt were out.
Her body was still vibrating from the orgasm he'd given her. By doing nothing more than sucking on her breast, he'd made her come until she'd been completely wrung out.
And as soon as her head had cleared, she'd wanted him again.
He's dangerous, a tiny voice whispered in her ear. You want him too much. You have too much to lose. Remember what happened last time you got involved with a cop.
She wouldn't forget what could happen. But this time, she wouldn't let her heart get involved. She'd keep it light and casual. Keep it safe. She wouldn't fall in love with Quinn.
They could enjoy each other, get to know one another, and come out safely on the other side. When one of them grew tired of their arrangement, they'd part with no regrets, no blame. No harm, no foul.
Right now, though, her body was heating. Softening. Anticipation built as they stood too close in the narrow hallway.
The hell with being cautious. With being careful. She wanted him. He wanted her. They were both unattached adults. Holding his hand tightly, she tugged him toward her bedroom.
She hesitated before stepping in the door. This morning, she could barely stand to be in the room. But
Quinn drew her close and kissed her, and the disturbing memories faded. She might not know him well, but she knew she was safe with him. He wouldn't hurt her, or let anyone else hurt her.
He slid his hands up and down her arms. "You sure you're okay with this?" he asked quietly.
She swallowed. "Thought you got that my answer was yes when I brought you in here," she managed to say.
"Yeah." He squeezed her hand. "I meant, are you okay here? Or would you rather go over to my place?" He nodded toward the window. "No bad memories there."
She thought about the view she'd had of him that morning a few weeks ago and fought a smile. Yeah. Only very good memories from his place.
She turned to face Quinn. "That's really thoughtful of you, Quinn. But it's okay to stay here." She brought his hand to her mouth and kissed it. "I suspect you'll be able to take my mind off what happened here."
"I'll do my best," he said, his eyes full of a dark promise. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "You sure about this?"
Tugging out the band that held her hair in a pony tail, she shook her hair loose, then tossed the band onto her dresser. "You think I'm some kind of a wuss? A 'fraidy cat who can't face the monsters in her closet?"
"Of course not. But a horrible thing happened here yesterday. Are you sure you want to get naked with a man in this room? A man connected to your memories of last night?"
"Are you trying to dissuade me, Quinn? Because that's what it feels like."
He grabbed her hand and placed it over his zipper. The hard length of his cock burned, even through the denim. "Does that feel like I'm trying to dissuade you?"
"Mmmm," she hummed as she caressed him through his jeans. "It does feel like you're...interested. I guess you're just one of the good guys, then."
"I hope so, Tessa." He gently pried her hand away and kissed her palm. "It's not that I don't like you touching me. I love it. And you can do all the touching you want later. But right now..." He shoved his hand through his hair. "Now, I'm primed. You touch me any more and I'm going to explode, and I want to be inside you when I come."
His blunt words made her heart pound harder. "Maybe I want to see you explode. The same way you watched me lose control."
"I guarantee you, Tessa, you'll definitely see me lose it. Several times, I hope."
Several times? The vision made her legs tremble and her body throb. "I can barely remember my name now," she said, her voice a low growl. "So I don't think you have to worry about any bad memories getting in the way." Last night, she never would have imagined she could be standing in this room with a man she barely knew, getting ready to make love with him. Now, it was all she could think about.
She reached for his shirt and began to unbutton it, and he closed his hands over hers. "Not yet," he said. "Like I said, I've got a very fast trigger tonight. If I'm naked with you..." He combed his hand through her hair, twined one of her curls around his finger. "Let's just say this will be over far sooner than either of us would like."
"I want to see you." Again. She couldn't say it, but she'd been fantasizing about his cock and his ass for a long time. She wanted to experience the real thing.
"Trust me, Tessa. You'll see me." He drew her closer. "Just not right now." He tucked her against him and brushed his mouth over hers. His kiss was gentle, as if he was trying to reassure her. He nibbled on her lower lip, traced her upper lip with the tip of his tongue. He caressed her back, his hands moving up and down, drifting over every bump in her spine, touching every rib, testing every muscle. As if he was trying to memorize her.
She moved restlessly against him, her skin hot and sensitized, too tight for her body. The soft scrub shirt chafed her nipples, and she suddenly couldn't bear the pressure against them. Grabbing the hem, she yanked it over her head and dropped it on the floor.
His hands slid to her waist and tightened as he stared at her. When he lifted his head, his cheeks were slashed with red, his eyes hooded. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. "So perfect."
He slid his hands up her sides and brushed the edges of her breasts. Then he cupped them both in his palms, as if testing their weight. Her clit throbbed and she held her breath, waiting for him to touch her. Remembering what had happened the last time he did.
Finally, he brushed his thumbs over her nipples, and she drew in a shuddering breath. "Quinn."
"Yeah, Tessa. I know." His voice sounded equally shaky.
When he bent his head to take her in his mouth, her legs weakened and she stumbled against him. Holding her with one hand, he yanked back her quilt and laid her down on the bed.
As he licked one breast, then the other, he untied the drawstring on the scrub pants and drew them down her legs. Moments later, her panties disappeared and she lay naked in front of him.
A moment of self-consciousness made her press her thighs together, and she resisted the impulse to cover herself. Don't be stupid. In a few minutes, he'll do a lot more than look.
Quinn sat back on her bed and ran his hands down her legs. "You okay?"
"Yeah. Just a little..." She rolled her shoulders. "First time awkwardness."
"Don't feel awkward." He brushed one finger over her pubic hair, and she had to swallow a moan. "We'll be amazing together." He held her gaze, and her shoulders relaxed. "You wanted to cover yourself, didn't you?"
She nodded, feeling a little silly.
"You're beautiful. Everywhere." He bent and pressed a kiss to her abdomen. "And I can't wait to find out how you taste." His eyes darkened even more. "I've been wondering about that all day."
"Yeah?" She propped herself on one elbow and managed to stroke him once before he moved out of reach. "Is that what caused your...difficulties?"
"That and a lot of other things."
"Like?"
"The way you smile." He kissed her mouth. "The way you tilt your head when you're listening to me." He kissed her ear. "The way you sound when you say my name." He kissed her throat. "The way you look." He kissed her eyes. "The way you taste. Everything about you, Tessa." He put his lips to her nipple and drew it into his mouth.
"Quinn," she cried out, her back arching involuntarily off the bed. "Oh, God, Quinn. You're doing it again."
"Not going to happen this time," he said, his breath cool against her wet nipple. "Got some other things in mind."
Just his mouth and tongue on her had her panting, had her arching into him, had her throbbing and swollen and teetering on the brink. He must have known, because he gave her one last tiny nibble that made her gasp and slid down to her belly.
"Do you have condoms?" he asked.
"Drawer of the nightstand," she panted. "Got them this morning."
She felt him smile, then dip his tongue into her belly button. "I love a woman who plans ahead." Leaning over her, he reached into the drawer and pulled one out of the box.
Dropping the foil packet on the bed, he stood up and quickly shed his clothes. His chest was lightly covered with dark hair, and a thin line trailed down his belly to a thatch of dark, curly hair surrounding his cock. His penis was long and thick and the tip was flushed dark red. She wanted to wrap her hand around him, feel the heat, the soft skin, the hardness beneath it. But he moved out of her reach.
"I'm on the edge, just watching you look at me," he said, stroking down her belly to tangle his fingers in her dark red curls. "You touch me? It's all over."
Her hips rose up to meet his hand, and he smiled down at her. "You want me to touch you, Tessa?"
"Yes," she moaned, her hips jerking beneath his fingers.
He slid his fingers into her, touched her clit with his thumb. "God! You're so wet."
"I need you, Quinn. Now. Please."
"Not yet." He slid his hands to the inside of her thighs and opened her. "I need to see you. To taste you."
His fingers slid down her sides, spreading her lips, fluttering over her until she thought she would explode if she didn't come. Finally, apparently sensing how close she was, he took her in his mo
uth and sucked gently.
Her orgasm ripped through her, making her cry out in a long, throaty moan. He kept sucking and she kept coming. Finally, the last tremors faded away, and she reached for him. "Now, Quinn. Please. I need you now."
He sheathed himself and slid over her. "Not going to take me long, Tessa. I'll try to make it good for you, but I won't be able to last." He kissed her, his mouth hot and hungry on hers.
Grabbing his ass, she pulled him toward her. He probed at her entrance for a moment, then slid inside her.
He was so big that he stretched her wide. It was almost uncomfortable for a moment, and he didn't move, as if he knew that. Finally, when she'd relaxed around him, she flexed her hips and took him deeper.
"Ah, Tessa," he groaned into her mouth. Sliding his hands under her hips, he tilted her so that every movement sent a shock wave through her. Before she realized what was happening, she was hovering on the edge again.
"Quinn! Quinn, I'm going to...going to..." She convulsed beneath him, clinging to him with her arms and legs. She felt his release and held him more tightly.
Finally he collapsed on top of her, pressing her into the mattress. She clung to him with her arms and her legs, unwilling to let even a breath of air between them.
Finally, their breathing slowed and their skin cooled, but she didn't loosen her grip on him. He rolled to the side, but brought her with him, so she ended up lying on top of him. He stroked her back, caressed her hips, pressed small kisses to her neck. Tessa wasn't sure she could move.
"I hardly remember my name," he murmured into her ear. "What have you done to me, Tessa?"
Whatever it was, he'd done the same thing to her. And it was a little scary. She'd met Quinn twenty-four hours ago, and she felt a connection to him that went deep. She wanted to hold onto him and not let go. She wanted to make love to him again.
The thought crossed her mind that she had no chance of keeping it light and casual, but she pushed it away. She could be careful. Guard her heart. She and Quinn could have amazing sex and not let their hearts get involved. And if it felt a little cold, a little detached, well, that's what they both wanted. That's why it would work.
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