Hearts and Diamonds

by Nichelle Gregory

  “Why?” Her voice was as soft as a whisper. The intensity of Quin’s gaze sent shivers of awareness up her spine as he came to her.

  “Because all I can think about is this—”

  He yanked her so fast and so tight, she gasped. His lips claimed hers in a kiss so fierce, so full of passion, she sagged against him. The blanket fell to the floor as she wound her arms around his neck. His hands slipped from her waist to cup her ass, pressing her against his hard thick length, leaving her no doubt what he had been thinking about all day. She moaned as his warm tongue stroked hers in sensual foreplay, matching his passion with her own. He broke the kiss, leaving her hungry for more as she opened her eyes to look into his.

  “I didn’t want to end my day without seeing you.”

  Nia’s breath hitched in her throat in response to his declaration. Somehow she knew the admission wasn’t the norm for him. “I wanted to see you too.” She ruffled her fingers through his dark brown hair. “I was disappointed when I got your text, but when I didn’t hear from you later, I began to wonder if your message was your way of ending things between us.”

  “I can be insensitive, but I’m not an ass, and for the record I don’t want to end this.” He leant down to kiss her lips. “I’m beginning to think I couldn’t if I tried.”

  “Don’t think, just feel.” She slipped her hands beneath his sweater to the warm, muscled abs beneath.

  Quin groaned. “That’s all I’ve wanted to do since I’ve met you.” He released her, lifting the green nightshirt up and off her body.

  She bit her bottom lip, feeling her nipples tighten under his gaze. Her body ached for him to touch her, fill her and take her until she was completely satisfied. Liquid heat dampened her panties as he reached out to roll a nipple between his fingers with one hand while unbuttoning his pants with the other.

  He pulled a condom out of his pocket and Nia took it, opening the foil package as he removed his pants and underwear. Her eyes fell to his thick erection and she reached out to touch him. She heard him suck in a tight breath as her hand wrapped around his shaft and stroked the engorged muscle. The feel of his dick so hard and warm in her hands doubled the moisture pooling between her legs.

  She dropped to her knees, as he yanked off his sweater, and took him into her mouth. His sharp groan only fuelled her need to pleasure him. She rolled her tongue around the ridged crown, licking and sucking the salty drops from the tip.

  Quin pushed his hands into her hair as she drew him deep into her throat and began stroking his cock with earnest in and out of her mouth. The wet sounds of her ministrations coupled with his rough moans tripled her building need to be taken by him.

  Without warning, he pushed her away. “You have a very naughty mouth.”

  “Not half as naughty as yours,” Nia said as she rolled the latex over his glistening dick.

  He lifted her up from the floor, leading them to the couch where he sat down. His gaze travelled the length of her naked body before reaching her eyes. “Straddle me.”

  She did as instructed, eased into place on his lap with her drenched thighs spread wide over his legs. His fingers slid into her slick folds and she moaned, grabbing hold of his shoulders. He teased her clit, rubbing and flicking the sensitive nub while his warm tongue feasted on her nipples.

  “Tan húmedo…so wet.”

  Nia lifted her hips, rubbing her cream on his hard cock, seeking an end to the sweet torture of longing. She moaned as the tip of his shaft pressed into her soaked sheath. His name fell from her lips as she closed her eyes and sank inch by blissful inch onto his dick. Her eyelids fluttered opened and she held his heated gaze before leaning down to kiss him.

  His tongue darted against hers, taking over the passionate lip lock as he filled her. When she could take no more, she stilled, letting her body adjust to the incredibly full sensation of him so deep within her then she began to move.

  Quin’s sharp intake of breath matched the intensity of her little cry of delight as she picked up her pace. She squeezed his shoulders as she rode him, losing herself to the exquisite sensations transcending over her body. His hands caressed her jiggling breasts and Nia fought to maintain her rhythm as he touched her. She no longer recognised the sounds of pleasure she was making as he rubbed and tugged each pebbled nipple making her wetter than she thought possible. She creamed his cock with her juices as she lifted herself up and down on his shaft. Her head fell back as the intense sensations began to crescendo. She whispered his name as he slipped his hands beneath her ass to help her ride faster and harder, pushing her body to the breaking point of ecstasy.

  She met his fiery gaze and saw the depth of her pleasure mirrored in his eyes and the intensity of the moment, coupled with the delicious friction of riding him, finished her. She screamed as she climaxed, shuddering with each orgasmic wave winding through her body. Her pussy spasmed in wild, uncontrollable convulsions as he took over, claiming his own release with a hoarse groan.

  “I can’t move,” Nia breathed, shivering as another tremor raced through her body.

  Quin smiled. “Don’t move yet.”

  Dark strands of damp hair lay against his forehead and she lifted her hand to feather them away. She ruffled his hair, touching the side of his face with her hand and smiled as he covered her hand with his own. “You’re still hard.”

  Quin lifted her hand and kissed her fingers. “I know.” He shifted his hips and Nia sucked in a breath.

  “Not satisfied?” she asked, knowing she had experienced one of the best orgasms of her life.

  “Just the opposite, being with you is like a drug.” He took her face into his hands and kissed her lips. “I can’t seem to get enough.”

  The small clock on her bookshelf chimed and Nia groaned. “I’ve gotta be up in four and half hours for work.”

  Quin looked at his watch. “2:17 a.m. You’re going to regret this when you’re ready to throw diamond rings at those wily last minute shoppers.”

  He gently lifted her up and Nia stood on wobbly legs. She watched him stand, her gaze drifting over lean muscles to his semi-erect cock and shook her head. “Definitely, no regrets here. Let’s take a quick shower and get some sleep.”

  “I should go. I don’t want to be in your way in the morning.”

  She studied his handsome face. “It’s already morning and I want you to stay. Besides, it’s late and you’ve been travelling all day. There’s no reason for you to go back out in the cold.”

  Quin studied her as she folded the knitted blanket that had fallen to the floor.

  Nia hugged the blanket to her chest. “I’m not gonna get all clingy with you just because you spend the night.” She noticed the tension in his jaw as she sat the blanket on the couch and reached for her nightshirt.

  A moment of silence stretched between them before he shrugged. “I tend to snore when I’m really exhausted.”

  “Don’t worry, I sleep like a rock.” Nia smiled at him, feeling as if some huge wall had just been hurdled.

  “I also like to sleep nude.”

  Her gaze drifted over his naked body, male perfection personified. “Now, that could be a problem for both of us.”

  Quin lay perfectly still, listening to the slow and steady rhythm of Nia’s breathing. For almost an hour he’d laid next to her soft, warm body nestled so close to his, unable to sleep. How long had it been since he’d actually stayed the entire night with a woman? No matter how good the sex was with previous lovers, he always went home. He always wanted to go home.

  He exhaled heavily in the dark. She’d promised not to get ‘all clingy’ if he spent the night, but it was becoming clearer with every moment he spent with her that he didn’t want to let her go.

  Sounds pretty damn clingy to me, Rios.

  Nia sighed in her sleep and the edge of her nightshirt crept up beneath the sheets, placing her panty-less bottom against his groin. He wrapped his arm tighter around her waist, fighting the urge to wake her with the raging ne
ed to take her once more. Her body seemed made for his in every way, curving and fitting his in perfect symmetry. The sexy sweet smell of her vanilla laced perfume filled his nostrils as he nuzzled her hair and mentally commanded his rising cock to behave.

  How could he want her so badly again? He couldn’t wait until she woke up just to see her smile at him…because of him. Making her laugh could easily become his new mission in life and it freaked the hell outta him. There was no room in his life for a woman. He wasn’t sure he wanted to make room in his world for a real relationship. And yet here he was spooning with the one female in his orbit capable of making him reconsider all of his self-imposed rules.

  He placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder before closing his eyes. What he needed was some shuteye. What he wanted was to part the soft ass cheeks cradling his dick and slip back into the snug, delicious wetness he knew would await him.

  Down boy!

  Quin whispered a curse as he burrowed his head into the feather pillow. Sleep. He had been going for almost eighteen hours nonstop. A few hours of REM would set his head straight. Maybe then he would be able to think more rationally. Maybe then he’d be able to work out in his mind how it would be possible in the future to ever not want Nia Sanders.

  * * * *

  Nia woke up with a leisurely yawn, smiling as she snuggled closer to Quin’s body warmth. Sleeping next to him was almost as enjoyable as sleeping with him. Almost. Nothing quite compared to the pleasure of him taking her hard and fast.

  Or soft and slow.

  She wriggled her bottom against him, wondering how he’d kept his hands off her all night long. Turning gently on her belly, she stared at him sleeping peacefully on his side and smiled.

  He made her happy, deliriously, unimaginably, happy. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so content and it had been an even longer time since she’d worried about losing her heart to a man.

  A man who had issues with simply spending the night.

  Her smile faded as she watched his chest rise and fall in an even steady pattern. He’d compared her to a drug, which implied he wished he were able to resist wanting her. After last night, she knew it would be damn near impossible to stop ever wanting him. It was suddenly very clear she was in serious danger of falling in love.

  She glanced at her digital clock and cursed. She had overslept. Swinging out of bed, she padded to the bathroom, turned on the shower and put on her shower cap. The warm beads of water washed away Quin’s scent, but the luxurious lather couldn’t erase the stamp he’d unknowingly placed on her heart. She’d promised not to flip out on him emotionally. If he wanted things between them to remain uncomplicated, she’d keep it simple.

  And for how long do you think that will be enough?

  Frustrated, she shut off the water, stepped out of the shower and glanced at the mini clock on her vanity. She had exactly a half hour before she needed to walk out of the door to be on time for work. After applying lotion, perfume and a modicum of makeup, she blow-dried her natural curls until the ebony strands were straight and pulled the hair into a sleek ponytail. She entered the bedroom wrapped in her bath towel.

  “What time is it?” Quin asked, grinning as she jumped.

  “I thought you were still sleeping.” She swallowed hard as he sat up, sinfully naked and very aroused. “It’s a little after six.” Her eyes lingered on his addictive erection and a wave of heat rushed over her body. “I’m running late. Feel free to take your time.”

  “Come on over here.”

  His slow smile was pure temptation. Temptation she could not resist. She went to him, releasing a breath she hadn’t known she held as he folded his arms around her.

  “You can’t go without at least a good morning kiss. Do you know how hard it was for me to sleep next to you all night and not make love to you?”

  “As hard as this?” She wrapped her hand around his swollen dick.

  Quin grinned. “Harder.”

  He bent his head and kissed her, yanking the damp towel from her body. His hands cupped her ass, pressing her against his hard-on.

  “There’s no time…”

  He cut her off with his lips and she wrapped her arms around his neck as his warm tongue expertly caressed hers. Her breasts tightened as he pummelled her mouth, barely dormant flames sparked and raged as he kissed her.

  “I’m gonna be late,” she said breathlessly as his hand slipped between her legs.

  “I dreamt about this wet pussy all night.”

  “Quin—” She gasped as his finger circled her clit and slipped downward into her slick heat. “I can’t be late.” Her weak protest was ignored as he backed her up to the bed.

  “This won’t take long.”

  Nia gasped again as he pushed her back on the edge of the bed. The raw look of desire in his eyes stole her ability to move. She stared at him as he kneeled in front of her and yanked her bottom to the edge of the bed. He spread her thighs wide, his gaze on hers as he caressed the soft dew-drenched folds with his hand. One long finger entered her and she moaned as he lowered his dark head to lick and suck her clit. She let out a small cry as he feasted on her wet flesh with deep knowing strokes of his tongue. One finger became two and she bucked her hips, moaning with pleasure each time he stroked her g-spot. She grabbed onto the sheets as the sweet friction intensified, milking his cream-slicked fingers as his tongue took her higher and higher.

  “Yes!” she screamed as the climax shattered her in a million different pieces. Her dripping sheath quivered around his fingers still fucking her with decreasing speed. Blissful orgasmic waves stole her breath away as he tenderly laved at her protruding clit. When the last tremor ended, he lifted his mouth from her swollen pussy and slid his glistening fingers out of her hot heat. Breathless, she watched him taste her juices as he stood. “I’ve never come so fast.”

  He smiled, his eyes travelling over her rock hard nipples. “I told you it wouldn’t take long.”

  Nia trembled as a tiny aftershock tore through her. “What about you?” she asked, her eyes falling to his wickedly thick cock.

  “Tonight.”

  “And in the meantime?” It didn’t look like he could wait until then for relief.

  “I’d like to take a shower before I go.” He held out his hands, helping her stand up.

  She tore her eyes away from his dick. “No problem. There’s a spare key to lock the front door in my jewellery box.” She stretched up on her toes to kiss him and tasted herself. “That was amazing, thank you.”

  “You can thank me later.”

  Nia grinned. “Deal. Now, I’ve gotta hustle.” She turned away from him and yelped as his large hand playfully smacked her ass. “There are fresh towels in the side closet.”

  “See you tonight,” he said, reaching the bathroom door.

  “Can’t wait.” Her heart twisted with emotion as he disappeared from view. She bent down to retrieve her bath towel, lying at her feet, to dry her wet thighs. Her quick response to his touch shocked her, renewing her unquenchable need for more of him. A need she knew would have to wait until after work.

  The clock taunted her with its big red display as she moved to her wardrobe closet. Selecting a red sweater, black skirt, matching tights and boots, she dressed in what had to be a new world record.

  She stuck her head into the steamy bathroom, seeing the foggy outline of Quin’s body behind the frosted shower door. The sound of his low groan reached her ears just as she opened her mouth to say goodbye one last time. Her eyes widened as she watched his unmistakable movements.

  He was masturbating in her shower!

  The realisation turned her on, threatening to dampen her panties as she slipped away unseen. She left the bedroom, wishing she had the time to help him get off. Thoughts of just how she’d do it raced through her mind as she approached the kitchen. A naughty smile graced her lips as she flipped on the light and envisioned ripping open the shower door and—

  “What the hell?” She stare
d at the puddles of melting snow trailing from her back door. A subtle creak in the wood flooring made her whip around and her blood froze as she stared in disbelief. “Tess?”

  Chapter Eight

  “Don’t move or scream or I pull the trigger,” Tess said with deadly calm. Her long brunette hair was now blonde and short, her eyes focused on Nia with an amused expression. “I didn’t expect you to be here this late. You’re supposed to be on your way to Fletcher’s.”

  “What are you doing?” Nia was surprised her voice sounded strong and steady when her stomached rolled at the sight of the gun pointed in her direction. “How did you get in here?”

  Tess snorted. “I had a copy of your key made a long time ago when I decided I needed a Plan B. Look, I don’t have time for chit chat, my friend. I’m here for the diamonds.”

  “Diamonds?” Nia blinked at Tess in confusion.

  “Don’t play coy, Nia. I actually liked working with you, but I won’t hesitate to shoot if you’re trying to con me out of what’s mine.” She studied her for a second. “Good. I can see you really don’t know what I’m talking about. I was counting on your purse fetish to make this work.”

  Nia stared at her. Come downstairs, Quin. “I still don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Bring me that monstrosity of a brown bag you were carrying the night Fletcher’s was robbed.”

  “I thought we were friends.” Nia strained her ears for sounds of the water still running in the bathroom.

  Tess giggled. “We were, but everyone knows diamonds are a girl’s best friend. So where’s the bag?”

  She hadn’t thought about the oversized purse since the robbery. It was just another reminder of that awful night. She’d emptied out her stuff, tossed it in the back of her bedroom closet out of sight. Whatever Tess was after couldn’t be in her bag.

  “Now, Nia.”

  She focused back on Tess and the gun in her face. “It’s in the hall closet.”

  “Get it.”