Chapter Twenty-six
Quinn let himself be led up the stairs of the beautiful brand new home Allison intended to be theirs, his head swimming with both hesitation and eagerness. He couldn’t even describe how wonderful it had been to arrive and find that his beautiful fiancée had made them a picnic, and she’d shown him such sweetness and understanding when he’d expressed his doubts.
Perhaps they should wait until after their wedding to consummate their relationship, but honestly, he was so tired of waiting. He was tired of pretending he didn’t want this woman with every fiber of his being.
He was head over heels in love with Allison, and he still couldn’t quite believe she was willing to lower herself to marry the likes of him.
At the end of a long hallway, she opened a set of double doors, leading him into a bedroom that was bigger than the entire bottom floor of his house. Huge windows hung with burgundy curtains faced the park, a marble fireplace that held a roaring fire graced the far wall, and straight in front of them was an immense walnut bed covered with fluffy white bedding.
Stumbling to a stop, he took it all in, still stunned that if he wanted it, if he could just get over his pride, this could be his life.
As though she sensed what he was thinking, she looked up at him, her fingers working the buttons on his jacket. “Don’t think about it,” she urged. “Quit worrying so hard about what’s wrong, and just embrace what’s right.” She slipped his jacket off his shoulders, her bright blue eyes so intense it took his breath away. “There’s so much right between us, Quinn. Can’t you feel it?”
“I can feel it,” he answered in a strangled voice, his entire body burning with need. “I’ve felt it from the start.”
No more words were exchanged as they made short work of each other’s clothing until they stood in front of each other completely bare. Though he’d seen parts of her before, he’d never had the chance to gaze upon her in all her naked glory.
“You’re breathtaking,” he told her, guiding her toward the bed, which was so large a small set of stairs led up to it. He collapsed back against the mattress, which felt like a cloud, and drew her down beside him until they were facing each other, both shivering with desire. “I want to make this so good for you.”
She smiled tremulously. “You told me it might hurt a little the first time, and I’m prepared for that.”
Brushing a lock of silky blond hair out of her eyes, he tried to smile. “I’ll spend a lot of time preparing you. As much as I can bear.”
“I know you will be as gentle as you can be,” she whispered, and her faith in him was humbling. He hoped he deserved it.
Instead of giving in to his need to tell her exactly how much she meant to him, he tried to show her by pouring his heart and soul into kissing and caressing her. Once they were both panting, he lavished attention on her breasts with his lips while stroking and caressing her lower with his fingertips.
She writhed beneath him, her sweet, passionate response driving him mad with need. Trailing his lips down her flat stomach, he made his way to the juncture of her thighs, finally placing his mouth upon her in the way she needed it most.
She cried out, burying her hands in his hair, gripping his head as she came undone upon his tongue, shuddering and quaking in ecstasy around his fingertips. He smiled against her, so glad that he had been able to do this for her, so happy to have made her feel good.
“Oh, Quinn,” she murmured after several long moments. “That was even better than before.”
He lifted his head from between her thighs, meeting her satiated gaze. “I think it will continue to get better, princess. The more comfortable we become with each other, the more relaxed, the more we’ll be able to let go of our inhibitions.”
She grinned and pushed up on her elbows, looking down at him. “See, I told you some parts of our marriage would be easy.”
He moved up so that he was lying next to her again. “I love this passion between us. I’ve never felt anything like this.” Not even with Sophia. There had always been a layer of awkwardness and confusion, despite how good she’d sometimes made him feel.
Placing a hand upon his heart, Allison stared down at him with such affection he could almost believe that she cared for him as much as he cared for her. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to try ever since we saw it at the warehouse.”
Afraid to even hope she was talking about what he thought she might be, he cupped her face with his hands, his heart stampeding in his chest. “You can try whatever you like. I want you always to feel free to try new things with me.”
Grinning impishly, so adorable she took his breath away, she scooted down a bit so that she was eye level with his aching erection. He held his breath as she stared at him, the fascination in her bright blue eyes turning him inside out.
At last, she reached out and closed her hand around him, squeezing a bit before experimentally stroking him a few times. He closed his eyes for a moment, simply allowing himself to enjoy the incredible feel of her hands upon him, but when she touched him with the wet heat of her tongue, his eyes flew open in surprise.
Bloody hell. He’d wanted this so badly, ever since he’d seen it at the warehouse, but he’d never thought she’d really do it. He was already so aroused he didn’t know if he could bear it without immediately exploding.
As he gazed down at her, she slowly took him completely into her mouth. He’d never seen anything as erotic as his beautiful princess, his lovely Allison, doing this incredibly intimate thing for him.
“That feels so good,” he murmured, his voice shredded with the effort to hold himself back from thrusting mindlessly until he spilled his seed. “Is it all right for you, princess?”
She slowly released him, her eyes still shining. “You taste good, Quinn. I did not expect that, quite honestly. But I did not expect you to like doing that to me either.”
He laughed hoarsely. She constantly surprised him. “You taste wonderful. Like honey.”
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she murmured, continuing to stroke him with her hand. “I can’t believe that we’re free to explore each other this way. If I hadn’t met you, wouldn’t have followed you to the warehouse that day, I’d never have known what I was missing. I’d have gone my whole life without ever being touched this way.”