My foot presses down on the gas, as I urge the car out of the parking lot and onto the road headed home.
She shifts again, catching onto my rising interest level, and unzips her jacket. She thrusts her chest forward as she wiggles her arms free. “Is it a little warm in here, or is it just me?” Once she’s set her jacket on her lap, she uses her hand to fan her face.
Ah, fuck. She’s outright teasing me.
I clear my throat, sliding a quick smirk in her direction before I focus on the road again. “It’s fucking stifling. If we don’t get home where I can get my hands on you in the next five minutes, I’m going to catch fire right here in my seat.”
We cover a few more miles before she pats my arm, then slowly slides her hand over my shoulder, her fingers tickling my neck. Her hand finally comes to rest at the back of my head, her fingers playing absentmindedly with my hair. We’ve really, really got to get back to my place before I go crazy from the sheer pleasure of her touch.
And my dick? Well, he thinks it’s time to come out and say hello. My erection presses mercilessly behind the zipper of my pants, becomi
ng harder the closer we get to home.
Feeling very much like a horny teenager, I pull into the driveway, barrel toward the house, and come to a halting stop to wait for the garage door to fully open.
Once we’re parked, it’s game on. I undo my seatbelt and half lunge across the console. Our lips meet in a hungry collision of lips and tongue.
After a few moments, we gasp for air and pull apart. “Quinn, I’m going out of my mind from the way you’ve been taunting me the last ten minutes.”
“Would it help if I made good on my promise?”
As if we are of one mind, we scramble for our door handles, tumbling out and around the vehicle. She launches herself into my arms, and I hold on tight, knowing everything about Quinn is one wild ride that there is no sense in trying to prepare for. I’m just going to hang on and enjoy every second of it.
We burst into the kitchen from the garage, kicking off shoes, dropping jackets, and intermittently coming back together for kisses and gropes in between.
I’ve got her halfway out of her jeans when I stop, glancing at the counter. “I want you right there. Ass on the island. Now.”
She kicks her jeans the rest of the way off, then whips her top over her head, leaving her in just her panties and bra. Her nipples have already drawn into hot little peaks behind the lacy fabric of her bra. Just as I’d demanded, she backs up to the island and boosts herself on top of it.
I’m already approaching full-blown mental overload, my dick is as hard as a steel rod, and this woman is the sexiest thing that has ever happened in my kitchen.
She arches one brow at me and sends me a saucy smile. “Very commanding, Mr. Ramsey. I think I like this side of you. Now, lose your pants.”
As my hands go for my belt buckle, she kicks her legs while waiting none-too-patiently for me. She bites down on her plump lower lip, kicking me into gear. I divest myself of my jeans and boxer briefs in world record time, but then slow myself as I close the distance between us. I curl my arms around her, tugging her to the very edge of the counter and smiling when I realize her seat has put us eye to eye. “I like this a lot.”
“Good. I like you a lot.” She runs her fingers over every ridge of my abdomen in a way that simultaneously makes my muscles jump and gives me goose bumps.
My lips skim from her jaw just below her ear all the way down to her chin before moving up to capture her lips with mine. Her slender legs wrap around my hips like a vise, her hands wind their way around my neck, and we quickly lose ourselves in the passionate kiss. She’s incredible. Her tongue rubs against mine, and the taste of her lips, of her mouth, sends lust bursting through my system. I groan and curl one arm around her, reaching between her breasts with the other hand to unclasp her front bra closure with a dexterous flick of my fingers.
“This needs to come off you. Now.” I drag the straps down her arms and discard the bra. I nip at her chest and neck, sucking at her skin. With a breast in each hand, I test their weight and run the pad of my thumb over her nipples. I bring my mouth to her breast, swirling the peak with my tongue, making her moan from somewhere deep in her chest. Swiftly, my mouth switches sides, claiming the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Her back arches, and she throws her head back, fully giving herself over to me.
I revel in the idea that I’m capable of giving her so much pleasure and, at the same time, inspiring this level of trust. Gruffly, I murmur in her ear, “Lie back. Arms over your head.”
She complies with my request, and before she can do anything else, I unwrap her legs from my hips, positioning her with knees bent, her feet at the end of the counter. My hands run from her ankles up to her knees, and down the tops of her smooth thighs, only stopping when they reach her hips. She watches my every move from where she’s splayed out before me.
Holy fuck, there is a mostly naked woman on my kitchen island. My brain derails for a few seconds, the sexy-as-hell display making me forget what I’m doing for a moment. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine this is how our date would end. But here we are, and I’m not nearly done yet.
I grip her panties and slide them down, only stepping back long enough to help her fully remove them. Bending at the waist, I lean close enough so my lips can graze along her abdomen. I flick at her belly button with my tongue, which makes her squirm, and ease back, pressing my palms on her inner thighs to spread her legs wide. The glistening pink skin of her pussy is on full display. Quinn is a feast for the eyes. “You’re gorgeous.”
A breathy little moan leaves her lips. Her face is flushed with a desire so keen I can’t torture either of us any longer. My hands slide toward the juncture of her legs, fingers exploring every inch of her. When my mouth covers the hood of her sex and I suck, teasing her clit with my tongue, her back bows right up off the granite.
“Oh God, Liam. Yes. Just like that.”
I smile against her swollen flesh and give her everything I have, licking every bit of her skin, nipping here and there, before sinking my tongue inside of her. She cries out almost like she’s in pain, but a quick glance tells me otherwise. Rapture is the only word that comes to mind. She’s off in another place, floating on a cloud of sensual gratification.
Her legs begin to twitch, and her breathing becomes shallow. Gripping her thighs just above the backs of her knees, I hold her legs, giving me a better angle. “Come on my tongue, baby.” I work her over, swirling my tongue around her clit and sucking hard.
“Liam,” she pants. “Just. Like. That.”