“You made me think you had.” Now she pulled the door all the way closed and leaned against it, folding her arms across her chest, making her perfect tits lift. “Were you trying to make me jealous?”
I grinned. “Did it work?”
She pushed off from the door and took a few steps toward me. I wanted to reach for her, but I stopped myself. Quincy wasn’t the type of woman you coaxed into anything. She had to come on her own, or she wouldn’t come at all.
She stopped with her hands on her hips. “I really don’t get you, Kennedy. Why would you do that? Why did you want me thinking you were a man whore?”
It was time to come clean. I should have told her the last time we talked–I didn’t know why I hadn’t.
Because you’re a stubborn idiot of a man who self-sabotaged.
“Sweets, I know you think I’m a player. I definitely got around before we hooked up in Qatar–no denying it. I was no monk and definitely not a virgin. Neither were you.”
She blinked then gave a quick nod. Neither of us had any intention of talking about past partners, but I had thrown the redheaded waitress in her face, even if it hadn’t been true.
“But I haven’t been with anyone since.”
Quincy’s mouth opened, and she stared at me. “You haven’t been with anyone…” she echoed in a stunned voice. “Wait, since that night, you mean?”
I shook my head. “Since Qatar.” I held my hands up. “I swear to God, sweets. I know we didn’t make any promises or commitments to each other, but after you, no one else seemed to measure up. I didn’t feel like going there with anyone else.”
Quincy looked like she was going to faint or something. She swayed on her feet, staring at me in shock. Yeah, the man whore who turned into a born-again virgin because of her.
“If that doesn’t make you feel good about yourself, I’m not sure what will.” I let out a rueful laugh. “I know it’s a shocker. It sort of shocked me, too. I just want you, Quince. Can we revisit that as a possibility?”
Quincy blinked rapidly. “Um.” She let out a ragged laugh. “This is so weird.” She stumbled forward–almost to my arms but not quite.
I managed to keep from dragging her the rest of the way in, but I did reach out and grip her muscular thighs, stroking along the bare skin below the hem of her skirt.
“You’re telling me you… you gave up women after me?”
I grinned. “I didn’t give them up. I was saving myself for the best.” I winked at her, and she let out a breathy laugh, finally taking that last step to fall into me. Her hands came to my shoulders, and my face went between her tits. I slid my palms up her legs to cup her panty-clad ass underneath the skirt, which was up around her waist now.
“Saving yourself,” she scoffed softly. “That’s ridiculous, Kennedy.” Her fingertips explored the tattoo on my back.
“It’s all true.”
“I…I’m flabbergasted.”
I pulled her hips forward and down until she landed straddling my lap. “Let me shock you some more.” I nibbled at her breast through her fitted t-shirt while I pulled her ass up so the heat between her legs caged my raging hard-on. “How’s your head?”
I wasn’t doing anything if she wasn’t up to it.
She reached between us to grasp my cock. “My head’s fine. How’s your dick? Ready to go? You offering me another ride?” Her tone was just as suggestive as mine. Her head was fine. Check. She was running hot and ready to go. Check.
“I thought I just explained that the offer is always open where you’re concerned.” I pulled her panties to the side, and she adjusted her position to line my cock up at her entrance. “Do you need my mouth there first, sweets?”
The question died between us as she lowered herself onto my length. Turned out she was already plenty wet and ready to take me. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp of pleasure. She closed her eyes and undulated in a slow, sensual way as I peeled her t-shirt off and unhooked her bra.
“Hang on.” She dismounted and quickly stripped out of her skirt and panties. I stood and tossed the towel that had fallen from my waist to the floor.
“On your back, sweets. I need to fuck you hard and deep tonight.”
She dove onto the bed and rolled to her back, and I climbed over her. “You really haven’t had sex with anyone else?”
I gripped my cock and fed my length into her. “Apparently he only works for you now,” I told her. “And don’t think I’m not a little bitter about you stonewalling me these few weeks. In fact, punishment might be in order.” I gripped her wrists and pinned them beside her head, shoving in hard.
Her eyes flared with excitement. We’d gotten a little kinky in Qatar. She liked to be manhandled–I remembered that. It had taken a lot for her to surrender, but once she had, she’d wanted to be dominated completely. To let go.