She pulled back. “Quinn. You’re touching me.”
“What?” He took a shuttering breath and pulled her toward him, wanting more.
“You’re not supposed to touch me,” she said against his mouth as she gathered his shirt in her hands. She yanked it from the waistband of his jeans and pushed it up his chest. “I wouldn’t want you to compromise your honor.”
“Sunshine, I lost that battle at sixteen.”
“That sounds like bragging.” Lucy pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it behind her on the floor.
“Just stating a fact.”
She lowered her heels to the ground and slid her hands over his chest, combing her fingers through the short fine hair, feeling his hard muscles beneath her palms. “How old are you?”
“Thirty-six.”
“So, you’ve had twenty years of practice.”
“More if you count the years I practiced alone.”
She laughed as she kissed his neck and lightly bit his shoulder. “I’m thirty-four.”
“I know how old you are,” he said just above a whisper. “I know all about you.” Beneath her hands he remained perfectly still, but his breathing was harsh, ragged with the effort.
She wanted to know all about him, too, and seeing him naked seemed like a good place to start. The night they’d ripped at each other’s clothes, she hadn’t gotten a good look at him. She looked now. She took a step back and started with his shoes. She raised her gaze to the long legs of his worn Levi’s; her attention got stuck on the serious bulge in his crotch, and she forced her gaze upward to the slight curve of his waist and the happy trail that rose from the button fly and circled his navel. His stomach was as flat as a washboard, and short, dark curls covered the hard, defined muscles of his chest. She looked up past his wide shoulders and the thick column of his neck to his face. His five o’clock shadow had arrived right on time, and dark stubble covered his jaw and outlined his mouth.
Even if he didn’t touch her, his eyes told her how much he wanted her. His gaze burned with his need, touching her all over. She lifted a hand to the front of her blouse, and her eyes locked with his. Slowly she unbuttoned it and let it slide from her shoulders and fall to the floor. His gaze followed her hands to the snap of her jeans. She popped the snap, then lowered the zipper tooth by tooth. Quinn’s gaze turned so hot, she was surprised her pants didn’t catch fire as she slid them down her legs. Her panties slipped down on one side, and she pulled them up as she kicked her pants aside.
His hands curled into fists. “You’re killing me.”
The frustration in his eyes told her just how much he was fighting the urge to grab her and toss her on the bed. “Don’t die yet.” She lifted her hands to the center of her bra and unhooked it. “We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff,” she said as she held the cups in place with her palms.
“I don’t know if I’ll make it to the good stuff.”
She smiled and dropped her hands. She pushed the white straps down her shoulders and arms, and the bra joined her shirt on the floor.
He made a sound in the back of his throat. “You have great breasts. I could look at you all day. Every day and never get tired of the view.” He reached for her. “Come here, Lucy.”
She shook her head. “You promised to keep your hands to yourself.”
He looked at her through all that lust smoldering in his eyes and returned his hand to his side. “For now.”
She moved around behind him and pressed herself against the smooth planes and hard muscles of his back. The soft fabric of his jeans brushed against her belly, while his skin warmed her naked breasts and tightened her nipples. She lay her cheek against the back of his shoulder and slid her hands around his smooth sides to his abdomen and the hair that grew in the very center. She slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of his jeans and kissed the back of his neck. He shuddered as she slipped her hand between his jeans and boxer shorts. “What’s this?” she asked as she caressed his erection.
He tried to speak, but all he managed was a deep groan.
She moved around to his front and pulled on the five buttons of his Levi’s. With the fly open, she took him from his pants and slid her hand up and down the long, hot length of his shaft. With her thumb, she spread the clear moisture she found within the deep cleft across the engorged head of his penis. She lifted her face and kissed him until he pulled back far enough to say against her mouth, “Be careful. That’s loaded.”
“Is that cop humor?”
“No. It’s a warning. I might go off in your hand.”
“We can’t have things going off in my hand,” she said and slid to her knee before him. She looked up at him as she parted her lips and took him into her mouth.
He gasped. “Lucy.” He brushed her hair lightly from her face, then tilted his head back.
She stroked him with her tongue and sucked him to the back of her throat. He moaned, and she pushed his jeans and boxers down his buttocks and thighs. She grabbed his firm behind in her hands and gave him pleasure.
One second she was on her knees, and in the next she was hauled up before him. “I don’t want to get off in your mouth. Not this time,” he said, then he kissed her with all the passion he’d been holding back. He crushed her against his bare chest and ate at her mouth even as he fed her kisses that made her want to climb up him. The hair on his chest rasped her nipples, and his engorged penis pressed hard into her belly.
He pulled back, breathing hard as he kicked off his pants and shoes. He yanked off his socks, then bent to take his wallet from the back pocket of his pants. He tossed it on one of the pillows, then he picked her up and tossed her there too.
“What are you doing?” she laughed as she raised onto her elbows. “I thought you were going to keep your hands to yourself.”
“Fuck that.” He climbed on top of her with his knees on the outsides of her thighs and planted his hands on the pillow by her head. “It’s my turn.”
“What are you planning?”
He yanked at her panties and pulled them down her legs. He tossed them away and slid his hand between her thighs. “I’m going to make you scream like a porn star.”
She might have laughed if he hadn’t placed his hot, wet mouth over hers as he stroked between her legs with his fingers. He touched and teased until she felt she would die if he stopped. But she didn’t want to orgasm without him. Not again.
“Stop,” she said, and he rose to his knees and reached for his wallet. He pulled out a Trojan, then tossed the wallet behind him. She pushed his hands aside and took the condom from him.
“I’ll do that.” She pulled it from the wrapper, placed it on the head of his penis, and rolled it down to the base of his thick shaft.
He rested his weight on one forearm as he positioned himself. Then he slid into her, and she gasped at the pleasure that spread though her body. “This,” she said as she sucked air into her lungs, “is the good stuff.”
He withdrew, then with two strong thrusts of his powerful hips, he buried himself deep. “Lucy,” he groaned next to her ear. “You feel so damn good.” He pulled out, then thrust harder. “Hot. I can feel you through the condom. So good.”
Lord, he was talking. How could she get there if she had to concentrate on what he said instead of…That was her last coherent thought before he tilted her hips up and thrust deeper. “Oh my God!” she moaned.
He pulled out and stroked her spot with the plump head of his penis. “Does that feel good?”