Love like Yours Series (Box Set #1-4)

by Nicole S. Goodin

  “I’m so excited,” I gushed.

  “Me too, Q.” I heard voices in the background. “Gotta go, hun, I’m up next.”

  “Love you, Lex.”

  “Love you too.”

  I missed that girl like crazy. Having her around for a week would be a blast.

  “He watched her take off her makeup and wondered why she ever put it on.”

  - Author unknown

  21. Harrison

  “Who was on the phone, babe?” I asked as she strolled into the bathroom, a massive grin on her face.

  She smiled bigger.

  “Should I be jealous?” I smirked.

  She slipped her ass onto the countertop, leaving her legs dangling over the edge. “It was Lexie. She’s gonna come out for a week sometime soon.”

  It was easy to see that Quinn was ecstatic about this. She’d told me all about her friend and I knew she was missing her.

  “She wants to meet you.” She nudged my arm, her eyes dancing with mischief.

  God, she’s so beautiful.

  “Talking about me, were you?” I probed.

  “Of course I was.” She winked, leaning back against the mirror.

  I didn’t ask what she had said, I didn’t care, just the fact that she was telling her friend about me was enough to boost my ego.

  She settled back and pulled her legs up and tucked them underneath herself, watching me.

  I paused, the wet razor in my hand and shaving cream on my face.

  “Why do you do that?” I asked her.

  It’d become a habit, whenever I shaved – always at night since I didn’t like to start a day completely clean shaven, Quinn would perch herself up on the countertop and just watch me, stroke after stroke. She’d sat in my bathroom at home countless times and done just that.

  “I like to watch,” she replied.

  I glanced back in the mirror and shaved another strip of facial hair.

  “It’s the sound,” she added. “It’s manly.”

  I laughed. “The sound?”

  “Yeah,” she insisted, bobbing her head. “Watching you shave is one hell of a turn on.” She smiled a wide, beautiful smile.

  I laughed again. Quinn was always straight up. It was one of my favorite things about her.

  “You know what turns me on?” I asked her as I wiped my face off with a wet wash cloth.

  “What?” she asked, still not looking away from my jaw.

  “When you take your makeup off.”

  “What?” she spluttered, meeting my eyes. “You’re joking right?”

  “Nope.”

  “Why?” she asked in disbelief.

  “You don’t need that shit.” I pointed at all the little bottles that had taken over the countertop. “You cover up those sexy-as-fuck freckles.”

  “Sexy-as-fuck freckles...” she repeated back to me slowly. “You must be the only person in the history of the universe that thinks freckles are sexy.”

  I moved in between her legs and dragged her towards my body.

  “They’re sexy on you.”

  She blushed.

  “Give me those.” I pointed to her makeup wipes.

  She widened her eyes slightly but didn’t say a word as she reached for them and handed them to me.

  I wiped her face gently with one of the wipes, just like I’d watched her do.

  She closed her eyes and relaxed, enjoying the moment.

  I traced every line and feature of her face, committing it all to memory. Her soft, perfect lips called to me as I ran my fingertips gently around them.

  It might sound crazy, but this was one of the most intimate moments of my life.

  Quinn must have sensed it too, her lids fluttered open and our eyes locked on each other.

  I sat the wipe on the bench, my eyes never leaving hers.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I murmured.

  Her lips parted slightly, and I leaned in to kiss them.

  She kissed me back softly, almost timidly, like it was our first time.

  “Quinn,” I whispered against her mouth.

  “Harrison,” she breathed back.

  I gently eased her into my arms and carried her to the bedroom, laying her onto the bed.

  Her eyes were soft and trusting.

  “So beautiful,” I murmured again.

  The connection between us was at a whole new level. I’d never experienced anything like this.

  I’m falling for her.

  I had a deep desire to do something I’d never bothered to do before.

  I gazed down at the precious woman beneath me before taking her in my arms and making love to her soft and sweet.

  ***

  “Dance with me,” she coaxed from the center of the room. She was sitting there, wearing those kind of tights that girls liked to pretend counted for pants and one of my white t-shirts which she had tied in a knot at the front. She should have looked ridiculous, but because she was Quinn, she looked smoking hot.

  I chuckled and shook my head. “I don’t dance.”

  She virtually floated over to the sound system and I knew I was in trouble. She moved like an angel.

  “It’s only me.” She argued as she searched through the music library on my phone for a song.

  Exactly... it’s you.

  I wasn’t dancing with her – there was no way. I only danced when I had to. Formal events, weddings... shit like that. Not Sunday afternoons in the middle of a living room, that was for damn sure.

  No fucking way.

  “Dance with me,” she pleaded, sticking her lip out in a pout.

  I shook my head. “This isn’t one of those girly, lady porn novels. It’s not happening. I don’t dance.”

  “But I dance,” she stated, disappointment written all over her face.

  Shit.

  I almost caved.

  “Then dance for me.”

  She flicked her gaze to mine and I eased into an armchair, not taking my eyes off her. I nodded at her once.

  She sat the phone down and ‘Slow Dancing in a Burning Room’ by John Mayer filled the room.

  She shut her eyes, swaying only slightly to the rhythm of the music at first, before her movements grew and evolved.

  I watched her body, her long fluid limbs as she began to really move. She stepped, skipped almost, and danced unlike anything I’d ever seen.

  She was making it up on the spot – she had to be... but she could have fooled me into believing she’d been doing this exact routine for years. I didn’t know much about dance, but I would have thought she’d look completely at home on a major stage.

  Moving like that... I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

  Damn.

  She was the sexiest creature I’d ever encountered.

  Her eyes were in a trance, her focus absolute. She spun, dipped, bent, stretched and flew.

  I sat, completely fixated on the figure of the woman who had taken my whole world by storm.

  All too soon the music faded and ended.

  “Well that’s my kind of dancing, Skippy,” I finally managed to choke out.

  Her eyelids fluttered open and she smiled. “Skippy?” She panted, out of breath as she sat down cross legged in the middle of the floor. “What’s a Skippy?”

  “You are.” I grinned. “That little skip you did is my favorite.”

  She narrowed her eyes at me instantly. “It’s not called skipping, Harrison. You can’t call me that.”

  I folded my arms defiantly across my chest. “Can’t I?” I taunted her.

  She threw daggers at me. She was a smart woman, and she knew the more fuss she made; the more I’d dig my toes in. It wouldn’t matter anyway, Skippy had already stuck.

  She rolled her eyes at me and gave up. “What do you mean, that’s your kind of dancing?”

  “Watching you.” I pointed at her. “You’re a dancer,” I stated dumbly. I had no idea. Truth be told, there was a lot that I still didn’t know about her.

  She nod
ded and smiled shyly. “What did you think?”

  “Come over here and I’ll show you.” I smirked at her.

  She raised her eyebrows in question, but rose gracefully to her feet anyway and closed the space between us.

  I grabbed her hand as soon as she was within my reach and pulled her down onto my lap so she was straddling me.

  She let out a surprised shriek and blushed a soft pink that I was becoming incredibly fond of.

  I lifted my hips slightly, pushing the hard bulge in my pants against her.

  “You feel that?” I asked her gruffly, looking into her lust-filled eyes.

  She stared back at me and nodded slowly.

  “That is what I thought of your dancing.”

  22. Quinn

  I couldn’t imagine going back to the daily grind and not spending all my time with him. Well, the reality was I could... but I didn’t want to.

  This weekend was everything I needed. A break... some time out... time alone with him. Something had changed between the two of us over these past couple of days; we had a new intensity... a new bond.

  When he first told me his plan to take me away, I’d thought he was having a laugh, but it turns out the joke was on me. This was the best weekend I’d had in a long time, if not, ever.

  I looked at his face, eyes on the road, and smiled.

  He caught sight of me from the corner of his eye and reached a hand out, searching for mine.

  I clasped his hand and relaxed back into the soft leather seats of his hot-as-hell car with a contented sigh.

  “What?” he asked, clearly intrigued.

  “Nothing,” I replied, my head lulling to the side so I could face him. “Just, this was amazing.”

  He squeezed my hand.

  “Seriously. Thank you for kidnapping me and making me come.”

  He chuckled and looked at me before swinging his gaze back to the road.

  “I’d hardly call taking my girlfriend away for the weekend, kidnapping.”

  His casual use of the word knocked me for six.

  Girlfriend, huh?

  I grinned and said nothing.

  He peeked at me from the corner of his eye again. “What?”

  I shook my head in amusement. “Your girlfriend now, am I?”

  “Fucking bet your ass you are.”

  I held back a laugh. “You think I might like to be asked?” I replied in a fake pissy tone.

  “You wanna be asked?” He raised his brows in question.

  “I might.”

  “Alright.”

  He slowed the car, pulled over and stopped behind a strip of trees. He twisted in his seat and leaned back against the car door.

  Sitting there, his hair tousled, his white t-shirt clinging to his muscles, I knew without a doubt that he was better looking than any male model I’d ever seen. I might have been biased, since he was an amazing man, but if his personality made him more attractive, not less, then good for him. He’d earned his smoking-hot status.

  His caramel eyes were watching me intently as I eye-fucked the hell out of him.

  “Well?” I finally asked when he didn’t say a word.

  “What were you thinking just now?” he asked curiously.

  “How hot you are,” I answered without hesitation.

  No point beating around the bush.

  He grinned, and I fought off the urge to jump him.

  “So you gonna ask me or what?” I demanded.

  “I am.”

  I waved my hand in front of myself. “Have at it.”

  He smirked, but looked into my eyes with so much intensity I had to beat back a shudder.

  “You want to be my girl, Skippy?” he asked in a soft, vulnerable tone. This was why he didn’t ask questions, because deep down he was scared of the answers.

  I felt like a teenage girl who’d just been asked to prom by the cutest boy in school. I didn’t know what the hell was happening to me, but I liked it.

  I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Hell yes I do.”

  His whole face lit up in triumph before his eyes darkened and roamed lazily over my body.

  “You want to live out that little fantasy of yours?” He tilted his head in the direction of the back seat.

  I glanced around our surroundings; we were completely isolated from the road by the thick bank of trees.

  “Hell yes I do,” I repeated, my skin already prickling in anticipation.

  “Get in the back.”

  He was bossy; arrogant even. But I loved it. He pulled it off and made it work for him in a way that had me wanting more and more.

  Arrogance wasn’t supposed to be sexy, but damn if that man didn’t set me on fire.

  I scrambled into the back and waited for his instructions.

  “Take off your clothes.”

  I tugged my dress up and over my head and he let out a growl from deep in his throat – I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

  “Jesus Christ.” He muttered before swinging his door open and stalking toward the back of the car.

  He pulled the back of his shirt and slid it over his head. My mouth watered at the sight of his toned torso.

  He caught my gaze and held it as he undid his belt, slowly and purposefully. He unzipped his jeans and dropped them to the ground.

  I moistened my lips in anticipation – I wasn’t the only one who’d gone commando.

  He opened the car door, butt naked, and slid in next to me.

  “Great minds think alike,” he growled as he pulled me into his lap so I was straddling him.

  I immediately started to grind myself against him. I was totally shameless in my desire for him. I wanted him, and I didn’t see the point in being coy about it.

  My eyes darted side to side, checking we were still alone.

  “Forget it, Quinn, it’s just you and me.”

  He grasped my face in his hands and pulled me in for a deep kiss. My insides coiled tight with anticipation.

  “You’re so wet, baby; I can feel you on my legs.”

  He wasn’t wrong. The car, the fantasy, him, the thought of getting caught all had me needing him like my next breath.

  “I want you.”

  “Take me,” he growled as he shifted slightly to line himself up and push inside me.

  Condoms were long gone, I’d had the contraception shot, and we’d both gotten a check to make sure we were clean – there were no barriers between us now.

  I groaned as he filled me completely, he was so hard.

  “Oh god,” I moaned.

  “This fulfilling that fantasy, baby?” he ground out as he thrust up hard and fast.

  “You. Have. No. Idea,” I panted between bolts of pleasure.

  Sex in the back of a Mustang... check.

  “It’s strange to have not known someone for very long, but to miss them as if you have known them for a thousand life times.”

  - T.B. LaBerge

  23. Colt

  “I’ve been away for the weekend sorry, one more stop and I’ll be there.”

  Away for the weekend...

  The one stop he had to make would be to drop off Quinn, no doubt.

  I felt like smacking my head against my desk at the thought of the two of them away for the weekend.

  I shouldn’t have even asked.

  I needed a hand with the accounts and storing the new shipment I’d had arrive on Friday night, but now I was wishing I’d just struggled through it on my own. The last thing I needed was to see Harrison’s face after he’d spent the entire weekend with her.

  Why the hell did it have to end up like this?

  I wanted Harrison to be happy, I really did. Just preferably not with Quinn.

  There was some fucked up shit going on in Harrison’s life, he thought that he was so sneaky that I wouldn’t notice that something was amiss with him, but I wasn’t as oblivious as he liked to believe. I had no idea what it was that he got up to in his spare time, but I had a bad feeling that whatever it was
, was going to end up hurting Quinn.

  24. Harrison

  “How soon can I see you again?” I typed out the words on my phone.

  Her reply was almost instant, and for some reason it gave me a thrill.

  “Are you even at the end of the driveway yet?”

  “Nope.”

  I hadn’t even moved my car at all. I was still parked directly outside her front door, the same place she’d left me and as I was staring at it, it swung open.

  I opened my car door, swung my legs out, stood, and leaned back against the side of my baby.

  Quinn strolled out, her feet now bare, and wandered straight over to me.

  “You miss me already?” she teased, walking straight into my waiting arms.

  I wrapped them firmly around her waist and looked down at her. She had her face tipped up towards mine and the sun was shining on her brown hair, showing the hint of red in it. She’d put less makeup on ever since I’d told her how sexy her freckles were, and I could see the light smattering over her nose.

  “You’ve got to stop this,” I murmured to her, resting my forehead against hers.

  “Stop what?” she whispered.

  “Getting to me like this.”

  Her eyes sparkled.

  “I’ll stop if you do,” she told me softly.

  “Never,” I murmured before claiming her lips passionately.

  Our mouths moved together in unison until we were both breathless.

  “How soon can I see you again?” I asked her when I caught my breath.

  She released the handfuls of my shirt that she was grasping and looked back at me with soft eyes.

  “I could cook for you... tomorrow? Logan was talking about having a few friends over... if you’d rather go out we could do—”

  “That sounds perfect,” I interrupted, kissing her forehead.

  A night in with my girl and her friends was exactly what I needed.

  ***

  “I’m warning you now, Rome’s here. He’s got a big mouth and he’s not afraid to use it. Feel free to ignore him whenever you need to,” she insisted.

  I chuckled.

  “You know all about El and Law... Logan, Reeve and Lisa you obviously know...” She listed them off on her fingers. “Oh, and Josh... just... don’t be jealous,” she told me with a smartass look on her face.