by Morgan Fox
She turned back to her bike and picked up her helmet. “Do you live far from here?”
He furrowed his brow. “No. But it’s a total bachelor pad. I’m sure my underwear’s hanging from the ceiling fan.”
Her gaze softened as if she actually found his comment funny. He thought it was, even though he wasn’t one hundred percent joking. Things tended to just land around him at home. He wasn’t the tidiest of men. He never had to be. There was never anyone to worry about impressing.
“Are your sheets clean?” she asked directly.
That was a given for him. It was one thing to toss a dirty shirt and jeans to the floor, but he had to sleep in the bed, and that meant it wasn’t jacked up and nasty. He nodded.
“Well, I don’t plan on fucking your underwear or the ceiling fan, so we’re good. Now, I’m getting tired, so if you’d like to have sex sometime in the next hour, I’d suggest you get your ass on your bike and lead the way.”
Damn, she was direct, and he liked it. There was no guessing with her when it came to discovering what she wanted. He turned, put his helmet on his head, hopped on his bike, and started heading in the direction of his apartment. The one he used as part of his undercover profile. It wouldn’t impress her, that was for sure. But Brynn didn’t seem to want anything else from him, other than his body. And that was okay. He wanted hers, too.
* * * *
The last thing Brynn wanted to do was play easy to get. Tease him and torture him by dressing slutty, yes. But when it came to Quinn, she was defenseless against him, and her sultry plans flew out the window. His eyes, his body, everything about him called to her, tormenting her with needs she’d been able to suppress with every other guy.
A part of her warned her that he was only going to end up causing trouble in the end. The other part, however, gave her all of the green lights she needed to proceed with satisfying her lust-filled cravings.
Once they parked their bikes out in front of his apartment complex, she followed him up the stairs. His run-of-the-mill apartment was on the second floor and it wasn’t anything fancy. But strangely, it was where she pictured a biker guy, grease monkey living. Just not Quinn. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was something about him that didn’t fit the mold. Even with all that leather and biker gear, he didn’t look like the club guys she’d seen him with. He was adorable, so attractive it left her liking his eyes and mouth more than she should.
He held the door for her as she entered his apartment. Scanning, she couldn’t help but notice there was nothing hanging from the ceiling fan, but there were towels and clothing draped over the blue leather sofa and magazines on the coffee table, stacked pizza boxes, and dirty dishes piled up in his sink. Yep, a bachelor pad with very few visitors.
He chuckled studying her expression. “I told you,” he muttered, closing the door behind him.
“You know, there are such things as cleaning services.”
His eyes widened as if she’d said something he’d never known before. “You’re kidding me. People will actually clean up other people’s shit?” He scoffed. “Get the hell out of here. Really?”
She arched a brow. “So I get to add smart-ass to your unlikeable traits.”
The look he gave her made her feel as if all the clothing had been stripped from her body. Then he moved closer and a shiver jolted her. “Do I have likeable traits?”
Her cheeks warmed and her nipples beaded. There was something sexy about the deepness of his voice as he asked her that question. Almost as if he were hoping she’d spew out just how much she’d enjoyed his cock, or even his mouth on her pussy.
“I haven’t decided yet.” Liar. There were a lot of things she liked about Quinn. His eyes and body made for a good start. But he also had manners. Who would’ve guessed that?
He tossed his keys onto the coffee table and crowded in on her. “I think you have. I think you like that I can’t seem to get enough of you. I think you like that I find you to be sexy as hell and I can’t get the memory of you out of my mind.”
She stiffened her chin, not fully believing anything he said. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
He shook his head. “Nope. Just you.”
She laughed, but it wasn’t a laugh of joy. It was a sound of dismissal. “I’m standing in your apartment, Quinn, and I’ve already agreed to sleep with you again. You don’t have to lie to me now.”
He pinched his brow tightly at the bridge of his nose. “Why do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Blow off my compliments. I’m not a guy who casually offers them and I meant every word.”
She didn’t know why hearing his compliments bothered her, but it did. Knowing that he thought she was pretty and that he couldn’t stop thinking about her should be what every girl desired. That wasn’t the case for her. Believing any man would ever want more from her was a joke. Her ex had proven that to her.
She slipped the body-hugging dress off her shoulders and shimmied it down her torso and hips. Stepping out of it, she tossed it onto the sofa beside her. With her fists dug into her hips, she asked, “Would you prefer to get down to business or talk?”
He seemed rattled by her directness, but quickly dismissed it as he tipped his gaze to her crotchless panties. “You shaved,” he pointed out, closing the last remaining distance between them. “I like it.”
The palms of her hands pressed against his chest. Firm. Sexy. Hers.
Only for tonight.
He pulled the straps of her bra down, setting her full breasts free. She gasped as he lowered to take a nipple into his mouth, massaging the other with his other hand. She was finding it hard to breathe with him touching her like that. But when his fingers trailed down her stomach and dipped between her damp folds, she lost her breath.
“Yes,” she hissed, tilting her head back as he teased her body, rubbing her clit.
Then, without effort, he spun her around so she sat on the sofa. “You might not want to know this,” he started, licking his lips as if salivating from the prospect of eating a succulent meal, “but sitting there with your fiery hair draped over your shoulders, your nipples hard from my mouth, and that beautiful pussy wet and needy—” He groaned. “You look fucking hot.”
Before she had time to process what he said, he knelt in front of her and fastened his mouth to her clit, licking and sucking gently. She moaned, riding the exquisite pressure thundering through her. Before, in the storeroom, he had only sampled her. Now, he was devouring her.
He slid his hand under her buttocks and lifted her, bringing her closer for a deeper taste. She squirmed against him as he scraped his whiskered jaw over her thighs, nipping at the flesh. With his index finger and thumb, he parted her folds, and drove his tongue deeply inside her.
“Oh,” she breathed, riding the wild fire he set inside her.
He lifted his head and looked at her. “You taste like honey.”
She couldn’t take it. His eyes were intense and his crooked grin drove her wild. “I bet you say that to all the girls,” she replied breathlessly.
He shook his head. “Nope. Just you.”
Why did he keep saying that? She shook away the thoughts and focused on his heavenly mouth on her sex. God, he was good. Magical, even. She felt as if her entire world was turning upside down and she was falling right over the edge of reason.
He wasn’t in a rush. He savored her, tasting her in a way no other ever had. He was skilled, doing exactly what her body craved and giving her the greatest pleasure possible. Her chest squeezed tight as his hands worked their way up her hips and stomach. There had been so many times in her life that she didn’t feel attractive. Staring down at him between her legs, she felt powerful, sexy, and wicked.
Not once did she feel as though he thought her body unworthy of his touch. His gaze was electric, his touch startling. Quinn was a man who was nothing like he pretended to be. He might want to appear hard edged, but he was anything but that with her. In h
is hands, she was cherished and that scared the ever living hell out of her.
He raised his gaze to hers, replacing his mouth with his fingers, pressing deep inside her, stroking the spot that had her shivering from the sheer pleasure of it. “You need to stop thinking so much. I can feel you tensing.”
She swallowed hard. “I’m not tensing,” she argued, but the flicker in his eyes told her he knew she was lying. “Whatever. Just finish.”
He held still for a moment and finally sat back on his heels. “No,” he replied sharply. “If you don’t like what I’m doing—”
“That’s not it,” she rattled off.
“Then what is it? You went from hot and wild to cold and stiff. If it’s not me—”
A soft sigh parted from her lips. “I’m sorry. I’ve got a lot on my mind.”
“Things you can’t put aside for a little while?”
She wanted to. Damn, how she wanted to. But every time she let herself have one moment of pleasure, her stupid past would creep its ugly head back into her thoughts.
“How about a beer?” he said with a smile, standing.
She eyed his crotch, the outline of his erection so clear through his jeans. Suddenly, she wished she had more control over her emotions. She wanted to feel him against her, touching her everywhere. Maybe she did need a beer.
“Sure.”
He moved to the fridge and pulled out two beers. When he returned he had a T-shirt in his hand. “Not that I want you covered up … I don’t. God, I don’t. But you might want something to wear until you can clear that head of yours.”
She smiled, taking his shirt. “Thanks.”
She stood up and went to unhook her bra.
“Here. Let me help you with that.” As if he were trained in the art of intimate apparel, he had her bra unfastened and slipping from her body in seconds. His hands were like silk against her skin and she tingled where he touched.
“Are you sure you can’t just drink the beer naked?”
His hungry eyes had warmth flooding her cheeks. She couldn’t remember the last time a man’s attention had done that to her. “If you give me a few minutes, I’m sure you’ll get your wish.”
He wiped his forehead as if to swipe away the sweat. “Thank goodness. You had me worried.”
They both laughed and the mood instantly lightened. She sat back down and draped the T-shirt over her chest like a blanket. “So you and the biker gang, huh?” she started, leaving the statement unfinished to see where he took it.
He cringed. “You really want to talk about them?” He feigned a shiver. “They’re animals.”
“And you’re not?”
He sat the beer down and shifted closer to her on the sofa. He placed his hand on her leg and lazily brushed his thumb over her thigh. “Oh, I’m definitely an animal,” he told her, his voice scraping at the back of his throat.
She leaned back against the sofa, closing her eyes as he continued to touch her. “I don’t want to like you,” she confessed and his movements instantly stopped, her eyes opening to look at him. “But I can’t seem to stop wanting you, too.”
“Then what’s got your mind occupied that you can’t enjoy yourself with me?”
That was something she couldn’t tell him. Because in the end, it didn’t matter. Once they’d had their fill of each other, they would go their separate ways and that was that. But still, she had to tell him something.
“I have trouble concentrating.” Not exactly a lie.
“Even with me licking your—”
“Yes,” she said with a smile. “Even with that.”
“Hmm.”
He dragged his tongue over his lower lip and she wanted to kiss him. Kissing wasn’t important to her. At least, it hadn’t been. It was dangerously intimate and oftentimes she felt suffocated by it. With him in the storeroom, that never happened. And now, she couldn’t keep her mind from wanting it.
“Kiss me,” she whispered, a desperation welling inside her.
Chapter Seven
Quinn paused for a moment, looking her over. Then he placed their beers on the table and crawled toward her. As his lips pressed against hers, Brynn thought he might try to overpower her, force a kiss that would leave her realizing what a mistake it was to ask for it. But he didn’t. His kisses were slow, sensual, and she melted right into him.
The fierce pounding of his heart against hers lulled her. As her mind cleared of everything but him, she welcomed the hard press of his body over hers, cradling her as if they’d been lovers forever.
Her head swimming, she buried her hands in his hair and took the kiss deeper, craving more. Needing more. When the moment left her breathless, she pulled away, panting like never before. When she met his gaze, he seemed just as surprised as she was about the passion that sparked between them.
“Wow,” she exclaimed on a breath. “You’re pretty good at that, too.”
He quirked a brow. “So you liked our time together in the storeroom?”
She bit her lip to keep from smiling. Divulging too much might give him a swelled ego and the only thing she wanted to swell was his cock.
“Let’s see how good you really are,” she said with taunting words that provoked immediate action.
He collected her in his arms and took her into his bedroom. Placing her on the mattress, she kneeled, reaching for his clothing. “I find it most unfair that I’m naked and you’re not.”
He blocked her hands, stepping close to her to nuzzle her neck. She whimpered as he kissed and nipped at her flesh. When the hairs of his face brushed over the crook of her neck, a shiver ran up her spine.
“Allow me,” he rasped in her ear. Then he eased back and began removing his clothing.
First he removed his leather vest. Then he tugged his shirt up over his head. When he unbuckled his belt, loosened his jeans, and hooked his thumbs in them to lower them, she nearly lost her breath. But when he slid them down, kicked out of them, and stood before her, she did.
“Gah, you’re hot.”
He chuckled, moving toward her. “I bet you say that to all the guys.”
She shook her head. “Nope. Just you.”
And she meant it. He was the only guy that she’d been with whose body resembled that of what a Greek god’s might be like. And his erection was thick. Prizeworthy. What stunned her the most was how much that didn’t bother her because the way he looked at her, the desire in his eyes only grew more intense.
He kissed her, framing her face with his hands. “Now you know exactly how I feel about you.”
* * * *
Quinn was harder than a steel spike and getting harder by the second. When her fingers trailed down his chest, over his stomach, and wrapped around his shaft, he thought he would explode in an instant. He closed his eyes as she stroked him, exploring his body with such care and tenderness, so different from the brass-balled girl she portrayed.
The world stopped moving the minute she moved from the bed and dropped to her knees in front of him. He shuddered when her warm breath and mouth touched his skin. Watching her moisten her lips before sucking him deep nearly buckled his legs right out from under him. He gripped the dresser beside him and held on for dear life. Her mouth and hands worked his shaft and balls with a torturous pleasure. When his balls tightened up, he knew he had to stop her. He wanted to be buried inside her, feel her squeeze his cock as he made her come again.
He gripped her shoulders and brought her up, tossing her onto the bed. She gasped as he crawled on top of her like a crazed animal. He was, a pulsing need electrifying his senses. “Shit,” he barked, scooting back off the bed. He needed a condom. Once he’d rolled the latex over his cock, he moved back onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs.
Gasping, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he entered her. The tight grip of her body forced a groan from his lips. She cried out in pleasure with each of his thrusts and the sound was like fuel to the fire, driving him to piston harder.
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p; “You feel so good, Brynn,” he said, arching his back and rolling his hips.
“Oh, do that again,” she begged and he did. “That’s it. Don’t stop.”
Again and again he repeated the act. Thrusting deep and rolling over her pelvis, grazing her clit as he did. He watched as her eyes rolled back in her head and grinned as her fingers dug into the muscles of his arms.
She moaned, crying out as she came. He didn’t stop. Seeing the pleasure radiate from her face only made him harder and more determined. Her pussy clamped around him and that was all it took to rob him of thought and willpower.
He came an instant later in a blinding wave of pure ecstasy. Nothing had ever felt as good as being inside her, seeing her eyes consumed with the same passion as his own. The way she clung to him, he could’ve sworn she felt every bit as connected to him as he felt with her.
Boneless, breathless, and completely satisfied, he moved from the bed and straight into the bathroom to clean. Returning, he lay on the bed beside her. Her eyes were closed and he hoped it was because her orgasm had been earthshattering.
It was several moments before she spoke to him. The void left rolling nerves dancing in his stomach. The sensation was new and odd.
“You did well,” she muttered with her face in the pillow.
He laughed. “I’ve been sitting over here wondering if you were going to crush my ego or not.”
She rose up to look at him. “Does my opinion of your sexual prowess really matter?”
He gave her a hard look. “Yes,” he said honestly. “I wasn’t fucking myself.”
She snorted a giggle, covering her mouth as if to realize how innocent she sounded. Clearing her throat, she said, “I’m thankful for that.”
The warm smile that poured from her face left him marveled and more interested in her than he’d ever imagined. She was beautiful, lying beside him naked, except for her crotchless panties and thigh-high boots. But her makeup had faded, her eyes softer than he’d ever seen them, and her guard was lowered. He sensed a change in her. She was adorably charming. Suddenly, the nerves in his stomach once again churned.