The woman next to her with long, curly hair glances at where my hand has come to rest on Quinn’s shoulder. She says with a wiggle of her fingers, “I’m Madison, the school’s librarian. Olivia comes in to talk books with me all the time.”
Another of the women winks at me and points to herself. “Hadleigh. And I’m going to cut to the chase. We heard you and Quinn have gotten friendly since she came back for Piper’s hat and gloves.” She just barely contains her giggles, covering her mouth as she finishes speaking.
Okay. Based on that, I’m no longer worried Quinn’s somehow embarrassed about our, well, whatever this is we are doing.
The woman I assume is Piper nods with a gri
n. “Yes, thanks for keeping my things safe until Quinn could fetch them for me.”
“You’re welcome. I, um, was happy to see Quinn again. Speaking of, would you excuse her for a few minutes?” I glance down at her flushed face. “I have a question about that assignment you sent home with Olivia.”
“Is that right?”
I nod firmly. Definitely. I have questions—they just aren’t about my kid. More like, why am I so completely drawn to you? What is it about you that sets my blood on fucking fire? Where the hell have you been my whole life?
At her friends’ assurance they don’t mind, I lead her down a hallway to my small office. I open the door and let her in before I join her, closing the door behind me.
“Come here.” I hold out my hands for hers and when she places them in mine, I pull her in, wrapping my arms tightly around her.
Every moment I spend without her is sweet agony dipped in devastating need. The idea that I don’t get to just be with Quinn hurts. So, if I see an opening like we have tonight, I’m taking it.
I tuck my face down next to her neck and let her scent flood my senses. With a groan, I cradle her head in my hands, and lower my lips to hers in a searing kiss. I’d meant for it to be soft and sweet, but her lips part under mine and now I can’t help myself. My tongue sweeps inside to rub against hers, to taste her, to make sure the connection we have is still as strong as I remember. I feel like a hundred days have passed since I’ve had my hands on her, since I’ve devoured her mouth and gotten lost in the urgent passion that erupts between us each time we touch.
I spin her around and press her back to the door, my mouth closing over hers again. She moans low as we kiss, and her hands grip my ass and tug me close. Her pelvis thrusts against mine, grinding into me. This moment is everything I dream of night after night when we’re apart. I grasp the back of her knee and pull her leg around me, fully aligning my erection with the juncture of her thighs. Raw need surges through me as I yank her shirt up and pull one bra cup down, exposing her nipple. It’s already drawn to a sharp point, just begging for me to tease it with my tongue. My head dips down, catching it between my lips. Her skin tastes like the sweetest honey, and she pants as I work her over, her back arching to give me more access. I pull away for a second, and she whimpers until I shift to her other breast, pulling the cup from that one, too. My teeth scrape lightly over the tight bud of her nipple before soothing it with the soft caress of my tongue.
“Sweet. So goddamn sweet,” I murmur next to her ear. My fingers make quick work of the button and zipper of her jeans. I slant my mouth over hers again and don’t hesitate to slide my hand over her stomach, my fingertips teasing the edge of her lacy panties.
“I need your hands on me, Liam,” she breathes out as she grasps my shoulders tightly, her back bowing toward me.
I slip my hand down, winding my way between her legs to her pussy. She’s so warm and wet my dick hardens painfully behind my zipper. “Ah, fuck, Quinn. I love the way you feel.” I press my thumb to her clit at the same time I push two fingers inside of her.
She moans so loudly, I chuckle and cover her mouth with mine, my tongue mimicking my fingers as they slide in and out of her.
Quinn rides my fingers like a goddamn champ, taking all the pleasure I’m willing to give her. “That’s my girl.” I touch my tongue to her neck and then suck on her skin, unable to stop once I’ve had a taste.
“I’m so close, I’m—fuck, fuck, fuck …” She throws her head back, and her inner walls convulse around my fingers, rhythmically tightening. Her legs go weak, and I find myself holding most of her weight with the arm I’d wrapped around her back.
She shudders, and the only sound that fills the room is our harsh breathing. I slowly remove my hand from her, zip her jeans back up, and button them. Leaning in, I kiss her swollen lips and adjust her bra cups, giving her breasts a squeeze as I do. My lips twitch into a smile as I ease back, looking into her hooded hazel eyes.
Tongue in cheek, she asks, “Um, so did you really have questions about Olivia’s assignments?”
“Well, no. I didn’t even know she had an assignment. I just wanted to get you alone.” With a groan, my lips skim over her jaw, and nuzzle into her neck, dropping kisses along the length of it. “You make me crazy. I can’t think about anything else when you’re near.”
“Anything else but what?” She gives me a sly grin.
I growl. “Getting you naked, Ms. Lockmore.”
“Careful, Mr. Ramsey. You might get what you ask for.” She pushes lightly on my chest so she has room to straighten her clothing. “I’ve got to get back to my friends.”
“I assume from Hadleigh’s comment that you’ve told them …” I hesitate, not sure how to put it.
“I’ve told them that we’re having sex, yes.”
“Right to the point, huh?”
“I could have said we’re fucking. I guess you could call it that, too.”
I shrug. “True.” I pause again. Do I dare ask? “Do you think it could be something more than that?”