Chapter 51

CHAPTER51

“Is that what I am?” Bailey asked as she ran her fingertips down his throat and over his chest.

“Yes,” Quinn said, cupping her face in his hands as she ran her hands down his body, savoring the feel of the crisp cotton shirt covering his hard chest.

Nodding slowly, Bailey brushed her lips against his one last time before she pulled away just enough so that she could press her lips against his chin as she said, “I lied.”

“About?” Quinn asked, only to groan when she turned her head and kissed his throat.

“On the train,” Bailey said as she reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it free from his pants.

“Did you, now?” Quinn asked as she reached up and released the first button on his shirt.

“I really did,” Bailey assured him, pressing her lips against the tanned skinned that she’d just revealed as she released the next button.

“Are you going to tell me what you lied about?” Quinn asked, groaning as she continued kissing her way down his chest while she unbuttoned his shirt.

“I watched you,” Bailey admitted, unable to help but moan when her lips brushed against the well-defined abs that she ran her hands over this morning as she slowly rode him.

“You watched me?” he asked, sounding confused as she finished unbuttoning his shirt and reached for his belt.

“Mmmhmm,” Bailey murmured as she pressed a kiss right above his navel, knowing that they shouldn’t be doing this, but at the moment, nothing else mattered to her but him.

Everything else could wait.

“You were my first crush,” she whispered against his skin, only to smile when he bit out, “Christ,” when she reached for his fly.

“I liked watching you,” Bailey admitted as she pressed her lips against the spot just beneath his navel and reached for his zipper only to decide against it and traced the large bulge pressing against his pants instead.

“What else?” Quinn asked as she pressed one last kiss against his stomach before she stood up, running one hand up his chest while she continued caressing his cock through his pants with her fingertips.

“I’ve thought about you over the years,” she said as Quinn leaned down so that she could brush her lips teasingly against his as she slid her hand beneath his shirt and moved until he took the hint and let the shirt fall to the floor.

“Wondering when I was going to show up to spank your ass?” Quinn asked when she broke off the kiss so that she could watch her fingertips as they moved over him.

“Something like that,” Bailey murmured absently as she toed off her shoes.

“And now?” Quinn asked, sliding his hand behind her neck.

“Now,” Bailey said, letting him draw her closer while she ran her fingertips over him one last time before reaching for his zipper, “I want more.”

“You want more?” Quinn asked as he used his hold to pull her closer while she slowly pulled his zipper down.

“I want you,” Bailey said as she slid her hand inside his boxers and wrapped her hand around him.

“You have me,” Quinn promised, taking her mouth with a groan while she pulled his cock free.

“Do I?” Bailey asked, wondering if he had any idea just how badly she wanted that to be true. She’d never felt like this before, never wanted a man the way that she wanted him, and she’d never been this close to falling in love before and that absolutely terrified her.

“God, yes,” Quinn whispered against her lips as she took her time running her hand over him, enjoying the way that he felt in her hand, thick, hard, and hot.

“Show me,” Bailey said as she ran her hand over his cock, loving the way the thick tip felt in her hand, smooth and soft, only to moan when she remembered how it felt pushing inside her.

Groaning, Quinn deepened the kiss, moving his lips against hers as he reached for her shirt, forcing her to release her hold on him and break off the kiss so that he could pull it off her. As soon as her shirt hit the floor, he was taking her mouth in a hungry kiss as her hand wrapped back around him.

He moved his lips against hers once, twice, and then, Quinn was reaching around her and releasing her bra as he parted her lips with his and slid his tongue inside her mouth while she continued moving her hand over him. In seconds, her bra joined her shirt and Quinn was tearing a moan from her when his hands found her breasts.

For several minutes they stood there, caressing each other until it wasn’t enough and she reached down with her free hand to unsnap her jeans only to have Quinn gently brush her hand away. As he unsnapped her jeans, he caressed her breast with his other hand, gently squeezing it as his palm teased her nipple, driving her crazy. She loved the way that he touched her, but she loved the way that he reacted more when she touched him, the way that his breath caught seconds before a groan was torn from his throat and he moaned her name.

“Turn around,” Quinn said, breaking off the kiss as he released her breast so that he could cup her hips and move her, turning her around and-

Tore his name from her lips when he pulled her back against him so that the large, hard cock between his legs was pressed against her back. She licked her lips hungrily as he reached for her pants and slowly began pushing them down. His lips brushed teasingly against her ear before they found the back of her neck, making her moan softly.

As soon as her jeans slid past her knees, Bailey was kicking them off, leaving her standing there in her panties while Quinn took his time kissing the back of her neck as his hands covered her breasts, alternating between gently squeezing them before allowing her nipples to slide between his fingers. His hands felt so good, she thought, only to amend that thought when he slid one hand down her stomach and beneath her panties seconds later.

“So fucking wet,” Quinn whispered hoarsely against the back of her neck as he took his time tracing her slit.

When his fingertip found her clit, Bailey released a soft moan as she spread her legs apart, making it easier for him to tease her. That felt so good, she thought, closing her eyes as she dropped her head back against his chest. When he whispered her name, Bailey tilted her head back, tearing a groan from the large man that was driving her crazy when his lips found hers.

She’d never reacted to a man like this before, never thought that she could want someone this much, but all it took was one look from Quinn and…she was lost. There was no other way to describe it. She didn’t think that she would ever get enough of him, Bailey thought as she reached down and covered the hand moving between her legs. She-

“Quinn!”

-felt her knees buckle when he turned his hand and slid one long finger inside of her.

He swallowed her moan as he kept moving his hand between her legs, slowly thrusting his finger inside of her as his other hand teased her breast one last time before sliding down her stomach and over her hip as he pulled his hand free from between her legs. Never breaking the kiss, Quinn shifted behind her and picked her up, cradling her in his arms as he made his way to the large bed behind them.

Before he finished laying her down on the bed, she was wrapping her arms around him, refusing to let him go. Placing one hand on the bed next to her head, she felt him reach down and pull his holster free from his pants and placed it on the nightstand before settling between her legs. He groaned against her mouth as his cock settled between her slit before pulling back until the large tip was pressing against her slit and-

“I’m never letting you go,” Quinn said on a groan as she felt the large tip push inside of her.

“You promise?” Bailey whispered as she cupped his face in her hands.

“God, yes,” he swore, taking her mouth in another hungry kiss as he slid the rest of the way inside of her, making her realize something important.

She’d been lying to herself.

She wasn’t falling in love with him.

She already loved him.

More than anything.