She moans against my lips.
She feels different under the water. Farther away.
But, fuck, the way her nails dig into my skin—
The way her groans bounce around the tiny space—
The way her chest heaves—
My balls tighten.
I need to be inside her.
Soon.
This first.
This always comes first.
I keep her steady with my free arm.
Then I stroke her exactly how she needs me.
Faster. Harder. Higher.
There—
Her breath hitches.
Her teeth sink into her lips.
Her knees buckle.
But I have her.
I always have her.
Well, for the next day, at least.
I watch pleasure spill over Quinn’s expression as I rub her through her orgasm.
Her cunt pulses as she comes.
Her moans dissolve into the running water.
Her body melts into mine.
I bring my lips to her neck. Turn her around. Press her into the wall.
“You steady?” I dig my fingers into her hips.
She nods.
“We can move to the bed?”
“No.” She presses her palm into the slick tile. “Here.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She arches her back. “Please, Wes.”
My balls tighten.
“Please fuck me.”
Hell yes.
I hold her hips in place as I bring my body onto hers.
My tip strains against her.
Then it’s one delicious inch at a time.
Fuck, she feels good.
Soft. Wet. Warm.
I wrap my arm around her hips.
I hold her close as I drive into her.
“Fuck.” Her fingers dig into the tile wall. Slip on the slick surface.
I bring her hands back to the wall, one at a time.
My lips brush her shoulder, neck, ear. “I’ve got you.”
She nods. “I know.” There’s so much in it. Love. Trust. Need.
I need her body.
I need her sweet cunt enveloping me.
But I need so much more.
Her back against my chest.
Her racing heartbeat.
Her heavy breath.
Her soul.
God dammit, I’m buried inside the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen and I’m thinking about how I want her soul.
I have it bad.
But I don’t care.
I love her.
I really fucking do.
“Fuck.” Quinn groans as I drive into her. She arches her back to meet me. “Don’t stop.”
“Say it again, angel.”
Her voice drops to something low and demanding. “Don’t stop.”
“Again.” I dig my fingers into her hips, holding her in place.
“Fuck me, Wes.”
God dammit, I love that tone of her voice. I drive into her with a steady thrust.
A gasp falls off her lips.
Her fingers claw at the wall. Again, they slip. I help her back in place.
Thrust into her.
Her groans get low and deep.
I bring my lips to her neck. Suck on her tender skin. Softly. Then harder. Then the gentle scrape of my teeth.
“Fuck.” She rocks her hips to meet me. “More.”
Again, I fill her.
Again, her hands slip.
Her knees buckle.
I have to catch her to keep her upright.
I love being in this tiny space with her.
But I need more. I need the room to fuck her properly.
I reach behind us. Turn off the water. “Bed.”
She nods.
I wrap my arms around her.
She squeals as I lift her to my chest.
I carry her into the bedroom and lay her on the bed. “On your stomach, angel.”
Her eyes fill with pure desire.
She nods as she rolls onto her stomach. She arches her back, lifting her ass into the air, putting her cunt on full display.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
She really is.
I climb into the bed. Position myself between her legs.
My fingers dig into her tender skin.
I lower my body onto hers, chest, stomach, pelvis, legs.
My cock brushes her thigh.
The flesh of her ass.
Her soft folds.
“Fuck, you feel good, angel.” I hold her in place as I fill her.
Her groan bounces around the room.
I lower my body onto hers. Lock my fingers with hers. Bring my lips to her neck.
I scrape my teeth against her soft skin until my name falls off her lips.
She rocks her hips to meet me.
We stay locked together, moving, breathing, groaning together until she’s there.
She groans my name as she comes.
Her cunt pulses around me.
It pushes me over the edge.
I nip at her neck. Groan her name into her skin. Fill her with everything I have.
When I’m finished, I untangle our bodies, collapse next to her, wrap my arms around her.
She looks up at me with those big hazel eyes.
She doesn’t say it, but I can still feel it.
She loves me too.
And I…
I want to say those three little words.
After my plans for tonight.
Fuck. This might scare her off forever.
But it’s necessary.
It’s so fucking necessary.
Chapter Fifty-One
Wes
After we dress, we get an early dinner at a place off the strip known for their authentic tacos.
It’s not an accurate claim, but she’s all smiles anyway.
She looks at me like I hung the moon. “So.” She licks guacamole from her index finger. “What are the mystery plans?”
“If I tell you it’s not a mystery.”
Her eyes flit to the clock on the wall. “When do they start?”
“Six.”
“You’re running out of time.”
I am. But, God, I’m terrified to ask.
“Wes?”
“Yeah?”
“You okay?”
I nod. Okay is the wrong word. But this is a good thing. It really is.
“You look cute nervous.” She adjusts her glasses. “But, um, I do want to know.”