Mal
Quinn is full of energy, like an overgrown puppy, even though he’s spent all Thursday night helping me prep. Even after teaching all day and catching up on grading papers. “Everything set for tomorrow?”
In comparison to everything we’ve been through the past few days, a few dozen donuts feels like child’s play. I don’t tell Quinn, but I’ve also thrown in some egg and bacon tarts, cream horns, and cinnamon buns.
“Yep!” I say, shoving dough into fridges and checking on the fryer so it will be ready to make fresh donuts at five a.m.
Banging around the kitchen, I chatter away with my back turned to Quinn. So I’m surprised when all of a sudden I feel a tug and I tumble backward into the brick wall of Quinn’s chest. He’s pulled loose my apron strings and has one arm wrapped around my middle and the other still holding the strings.
I gasp and let out a giggle. “Quinn! What are you up to?”
He breathes into my neck and it sends shivers down my spine. “Oh about eight inches.” My jaw drops and I’m about to reply with something sassy. Words fail me when his lips kiss the hairline behind my ear.
“Oh,” is all I can manage while trying to keep my knees from buckling.
“I didn’t mean to shock you,” he murmurs against my neck. Again, tingles. Everywhere.
“You didn’t…I mean…I’m not…wha…what I meant to say is…keep going.”
A low growl in his throat lets me know what he has planned for me later.
Shelby is staying over at a friend’s house to study, thank God. I would die if she saw me making out with a teacher in the kitchen.
“I think you were right earlier about me time. I…I think I deserve this.”
“Damn right you do,” Quinn agrees. His hand at my waist snakes upward, his fingers barely grazing the sides of my breasts before coming up to help me remove the apron from over my head and tossing it to the floor.
“I should really pick that up.”
But his whispers in my ear are suddenly so urgent it drowns me out. “No. You don’t just deserve me time. You need it. You have to have it. It’s long overdue and your whole body is ready. I can feel it. I could taste it on your pussy on Tuesday and it’s all I can think about.”
“Quinn,” is about all I can muster with a hasty whisper because my mouth has gone dry.
“It feels like forever since we’ve been alone. Will you let me taste you again, sweet girl?”
I can feel the dripping down below. The rush of heat to my core. The tightening of my muscles in anticipation. My nipples tightening, readying for his wicked mouth.
The exploration of his hands under my sweater, cupping my breast over my bra, has me wondering where his other hand is. I feel him adjust himself; I glance down behind my shoulder but I can’t see...it feels like Quinn is everywhere. He’s all I can see and hear and feel.
“Do you feel that? Do you feel what you do to me?” His rigid length presses into my soft ass cheek.
I don’t know what comes over me. Perhaps I’m emboldened from the way he’s talking. But I turn around in his arms and take hold of the goods.
“This? This is what I do to you?”
His hooded eyes explore my face. “I’ve been hard as a fucking rolling pin for days, thinking about what we shared. Thinking about tasting you. Wondering when I was going to get to taste that sugar again.”
I rub my hand over the hard bulge. “My, my. You do seem pretty pent up, Quinn.”
He claims my mouth with his in a wet kiss full of ragged breaths that speak of the aches we both feel for each other. “Baby, you have no idea. Your eyes, your sparkle, your hair, the way you smell, the way you laugh, the way you move that ass when you’re traipsing around the kitchen like a fucking queen. I want you all to myself. I can’t stand to not be near you, touching you, kissing you…tasting you.”
“What if I want a taste of you first?” I say.
His surprised laughter builds up my resolve to do what I’m about to do. “Mal…”
Quinn sucks in a breath when I unzip and palm the length of him. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said eight inches. I’ve rolled enough pastry dough in my life, I ought to know.
I move right into tugging down his pants and his boxers and pushing him to sit on the kitchen chair.