I bring a hand to her cheek and softly brush my fingers over her skin. The moment fills with intimacy as I stare deep into her eyes.
God, can I love her any more than I already do?
“It’s your birthday tomorrow,” I murmur, my fingers following the curve of her jaw.
She scrunches her nose. “I’m more excited to see my dad.”
My smile widens a little. “It will be a fun day with our families.”
Quinn pushes her body up against mine, pressing a kiss to the scruff on my jaw.
I lean my head down, letting my breath fan over her skin, and when I reach her ear, I whisper, “My Quinn.”
She turns her head to me, her lips parted and her eyes dark with desire.
“Can’t look at me like that in the middle of town, baby.”
Then she fucking bites her bottom lip.
Grabbing hold of her hand, I drag her into the store, all the way to the storage room. I back her up against a wall, then I crush my mouth to hers.
Quinn lets out a moan, and I practically ravage her lips until she’s breathless and grinding her body against mine.
I move my hand down her side and tug up her dress. My fingers brush over her thigh, and cupping the intense heat coming from her pussy, I let out a frustrated groan.
“Christ, I want to fuck you,” I growl.
“Do it,” she breathes, scattering kisses down my neck. “Fuck me, Eli.”
Hearing Quinn curse is fucking hot. I yank away from her, and closing my eyes, I take deep breaths so I don’t lose control.
When I find my voice, I say, “No condom.”
“That’s it. I’m going on the pill,” she mutters, sounding just as frustrated as I feel.
The corner of my mouth curves up, and lifting a hand, I take hold of her jaw. Pressing a hard kiss to her mouth, I say, “I’m going to fuck you senseless tonight.”
Quinn looks at me with unadulterated desire. “I can’t wait.”
As she turns to leave the storage room, I smack her ass. With a startled shriek, her eyes fly to my face.
“That’s for making me hard and then walking your sexy ass back to your store.”
Giving me a fucking tempting grin, Quinn’s eyes scorch down my body until they lock on my cock. Then she fucking licks her lips.
“Go,” I grind the word out through clenched teeth. “Now.”
Instead of listening, she steps closer to me.
“You’re playing with fire,” I warn her, my voice low and deep with the lust coursing through my veins.
Quinn shuts the door, and then she drops to her knees in front of me.
“Fuck, baby,” I breathe as she undoes my belt and zipper.
She yanks the fabric down, freeing my hard as fuck cock, and then I sink into the warmth of her mouth, a groan rumbling from me.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “Take me hard.”
Grabbing hold of her hair, I can’t stop myself from thrusting into her mouth. Quinn closes her eyes, and then she hums, the vibration hitting the head of my cock as she sucks me to high heavens.
I don’t have the strength or time to pull her away as my orgasm hits. Quinn’s mouth… Christ, my mind ceases to work, my balls tighten, and I fucking come hard.
“Swallow, baby,” I say, my voice hoarse as I empty myself in her mouth.
Quinn takes every last drop, and when she pulls back, she grins up at me, waiting for my praise, and it’s my undoing.
I pull her up to her feet and crush my mouth to hers, a perverse part of me wanting to taste myself on her tongue.
When I finally free her mouth, I say, “So fucking good, baby. You blew my mind.”
Satisfaction flutters over her beautiful features.
I tuck my cock back into my boxers and zip up my jeans. As I fasten my belt, my eyes lock on Quinn.
“You need to fix your hair,” I chuckle. “Or the whole town’s going to know what we were doing in here.”
With a burst of laughter, she combs her fingers through the strands. I step forward and help her, then press a last kiss to her mouth. “Time to get back to work.”
Chapter 28
QUINN
Sitting next to Dad, with all my loved ones around me, I can’t stop smiling.
Finlay’s on Dad’s other side, leaning against him. He has his arm wrapped around her shoulders, and it’s the most relaxed she’s looked since she arrived in Southport.
“I can’t wait to see this house you want to buy,” Dad says to her.
“I think you’ll love it,” she murmurs.
“When’s that brother of mine coming home?” he asks.
“He said –”
“Finlay.”
My eyes snap to the back door, and then Finlay’s up and practically flying into Uncle David’s arms.
Dad and I get up, both of us with huge smiles on our faces. Finlay stays glued to her father’s side as Dad and Uncle David shake hands, and then I get to hug my uncle.