“That feels so good,” she breathed, her eyes gone dark with desire.
Smiling darkly, he used his thumb to circle the little pearl of pleasure he’d been told drove women mad, and her hips shot off his lap.
“Oh, Quinn,” she moaned, and he’d never enjoyed the sound of his name so much.
“I love this,” he confessed, as his hands continued to move over and in her. “I love finding the things you enjoy, making you feel good.”
She seemed beyond words by this point, sprawled across him in beautiful abandon, her head tossing back and forth against the armrest as she clutched his arm and made the most erotic sounds he’d ever heard, among them his name, gasped over and over.
Far too soon, she tensed and cried out, her lovely body clamping down around his as she came apart in his arms. Her sensual abandon stirred something deep within him, a tenderness he couldn’t remember ever feeling before. Pulling her skirts down, he tugged her against his chest, holding her tightly as she recovered.
“That was... miraculous,” she whispered at last, sounding a bit dazed. “No wonder people ruin themselves for such a feeling. I don’t think I’ve ever in my life felt so alive. Thank you, Quinn.”
He smiled and kissed the top of her head. This woman was such a treasure, such an anomaly. “You’re very welcome, princess. I enjoyed it as well.” He had—he absolutely had—but he was walking a very thin line himself. His arousal had reached the point of pain, and he wanted nothing more than to finish what he’d begun.
“Did you?” she asked softly, pulling slightly away and meeting his gaze. “Don’t you need me to do something for you as well?”
He groaned, all his good intentions fleeing like smoke in the wind as she slid her hand between them, brushing against his erection, which strained against his trousers.
“I want to see you, Quinn. I want to touch you and make you feel good.”
How could he say no to that?