Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
I cried out at the first touch of his tongue, my body already conditioned to respond to him. Every swipe, every delicious lick sent pleasure coursing through me. He gripped my thighs, holding me open for his hungry mouth.
“Quinn, please,” I gasped, my hips lifting off the bed. “I need you inside me.”
He looked up at me with those storm-gray eyes, his mouth glistening with my arousal. “Not yet,” he growled. “Want to taste you first. Want to feel you come on my tongue.”
He returned to his task with renewed vigor, his tongue circling my clit before dipping lower. When he slid two fingers into me, curling them to hit that perfect spot, I nearly came off the bed.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured against my sensitive flesh. “Let go for me.”
My orgasm crashed through me with stunning intensity, my body shaking as pleasure enveloped me. Before I could recover, Quinn was moving up my body, positioning himself between my thighs.
“Never get tired of watching you come,” he said, his voice rough with need as he guided himself to my entrance. He pushed inside with one smooth thrust, filling me completely.
I moaned at the delicious stretch, wrapping my legs around his waist to take him deeper. “You feel so good,” I whispered, running my hands over the hard planes of his back.
Quinn started to move with slow, deep strokes that had me gasping against his shoulder. His powerful body covered mine completely, making me feel sheltered and cherished even as he claimed me with increasing urgency.
“Fuck, I love you,” he groaned, his forehead pressed against mine. The words fell from his lips so naturally, so honestly that my heart stuttered in my chest.
“I love you too,” I whispered back, and I meant it with every fiber of my being.
His rhythm faltered for just a moment, his eyes searching mine with wonder and disbelief. It was the first time either of us had said those words. We’d shown our love in countless ways over the past months, but neither had dared speak it aloud until now.
“Say it again,” he demanded, his hips driving harder now, pushing me toward another peak.
“I love you, Quinn Devereaux,” I gasped, cupping his face between my hands. “I love everything about you.”
He captured my mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing my cries as he thrust deeper. His hand slipped between us, finding my clit with unerring precision. The dual sensations of his cock inside me and his fingers against my most sensitive spot had me spiraling toward release again.
“Come for me, Vi,” he urged, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own climax. “Wanna feel you come around my cock.”
My second orgasm hit even harder than the first. I shattered around him, crying out his name as I thrashed helplessly underneath him. Quinn soon followed me, burying himself deep as he found his own release with a hoarse groan against my neck.
For several minutes, we lay tangled together, our breathing gradually slowing. Quinn’s weight pressed me into the mattress, but I welcomed it, the solid reality of him anchoring me to this moment, this life we’d built together.
“Did you mean it?” he finally asked, lifting his head to look at me.
“Every word,” I whispered, tracing the line of his jaw. “I love you, Quinn.”
His smile was breathtaking in its intensity. “I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you, I think. Just took me a while to understand what I was feeling.” He rolled to his side, taking me with him, so we remained connected. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my back as we basked in the afterglow.
“So,” I said after a comfortable silence. “About that motorcycle…”