For half a second, she was passive in his embrace, somewhat surprised that he’d given in, but then she surged forward, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders as the kiss deepened. His tongue danced with hers as his hands slid from her face down her neck, over her collarbones, and then skimmed the sides of her breasts before resting on her waist. She gasped into his mouth as her nipples hardened and thrust achingly against the front of her gown.
The kiss may have lasted minutes, or it might have been hours. She found herself utterly lost in the taste of him, of the feeling of his strong body beneath hers, the hard press of his member against her hip—something she wouldn’t have understood if not for their experience at the warehouse.
Too soon, he broke away from her, gasping, his breath coming fast and hard. “Allison... do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she whispered without hesitation. “That’s why I’m here.”
* * *
QUINN STARED INTO ALLISON’S lovely blue eyes, his pulse thundering in his ears, his cock aching so badly he thought he’d die. He still half-believed he was imagining this. The woman of his dreams had shown up at his doorstep late at night, asking him to make love to her.
Perhaps most men would take her at her word and not think twice about it, but as much as he wanted her, he knew he couldn’t steal her maidenhead and risk getting her with child. What they’d seen the other day had aroused and confused her, and perhaps he was the only man she knew that she could ask this of. Lord knew she couldn’t make such a request of one of her posh acquaintances of the ton. She’d be ruined forever.
He didn’t want to ruin her, but he couldn’t crush her spirit by rejecting her completely, and he didn’t think he had it in him to let her leave here untouched. Perhaps they could explore a little together. Did he have it in him to stop when he must?
Her trust flattered and humbled him. He only hoped he was worthy of it.
“I’m not going to take your virginity tonight,” he told her softly. “But there are other things we could do... things that aren’t permanent...”
She swallowed thickly, and he knew she was thinking about the warehouse. “I’m willing to follow wherever you lead me,” she whispered.
Her words made his cock jump, and for a moment, he was afraid he’d spill his seed before they even started. This woman humbled him, thrilled him. What man didn’t dream of having a sexual partner this willing and adventurous?
He wanted more than anything to strip them both bare and explore her sweet curves at his leisure, but he didn’t think he could handle such temptation this first time.
There isn’t going to be a next time. She’ll come to her senses, and you’ll never have this opportunity again. Take everything you can while it’s offered.
Banishing the traitorous thought, he instead coaxed her to lean back against the side of the sofa so that she was still sideways in his lap.
“I want to touch you and taste you and look at you. May I?”
She nodded jerkily, her eyes huge in her flushed face, her lips trembling.
Holding her gaze, he tugged on her skirts, pulling them up until her lovely, stocking-clad legs were bare to her thighs. Then he tugged on the bodice of her gown, freeing her breasts from their constraints until they spilled loose above the lace.
Not yet allowing himself to look at the treasures he’d uncovered, still holding her gaze, he ran his fingertips over one erect nipple. Her breasts were round and firm, large for her slim frame. “Beautiful,” he whispered. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
She bit her lip and closed her eyes as he continued to explore her, and he finally allowed himself to look. The contrast of the stiff blue fabric against her pale white skin was erotic in a way he couldn’t explain. The warmth emanating from her left no question of her arousal.
For long moments, he played with her nipples, learning that she was incredibly responsive and sensitive to the slightest touch. The soft little sounds she made went straight to his cock.
“If I do anything you don’t like, just tell me,” he whispered. “Tell me, and I’ll stop. I promise.”
Again, she nodded, shifting restlessly against him. “It feels so good to have your hands on me. I can’t imagine you doing anything I didn’t like.”
Pulling her skirts up a bit more, he uncovered the juncture of her slim thighs. He lightly covered the soft patch of golden hair with his palm, making her gasp and finally open her eyes.
“I need you to spread your thighs,” he told her, his voice trembling a bit. “I’m going to touch you here, put my finger inside you in a way that mimics what it would feel like if I used my...” He paused, unsure what word to use.
She gave him a smoldering smile. “What do you call that part of yourself, Quinn?”
“My cock,” he said roughly, so aroused by her daring he could hardly stand it.
“Yes,” she whispered throatily. “Show me what it would feel like to have your cock in me, Quinn.”
He brushed his fingertip over her sweet, hot petals, groaning when he found her soaked with arousal. “Remember when I told you that it was normal for you to become wet down here?” he murmured, gliding his fingertips easily through her folds. “That’s your body’s way of preparing you. You’re so ready for me, princess.”
As he spoke, he inserted one finger deep within her hot, wet sheath, and the way she clamped around him and thrust her hips forward to drive him even deeper made him shudder with longing. How could he deny himself this? He wasn’t quite certain that he could. If he’d ever been this aroused in his life, he couldn’t remember it.