Authors: Stacy Gail
If Bigfoot had rolled up on her, Mia wouldn’t have been more shocked. Then both his words and his actions hit her and she snapped to her feet, eyes blazing.
“I think you’ve been tucked away in the mountains too long, Quinn. You’ve forgotten your manners. FYI, interrupting phone calls and hanging up on people are shitty things to do.”
“I haven’t forgotten my manners. I just ignore them when they get in the way.”
Outrage made her suck in an audible breath even as he closed the distance separating them. “You can’t do that.”
“I just did. You know you’re free now, right?” He reached up to dive his hands into her hair, his eyes still sleepy and something else now as well. The look he gave her told her he was burning alive with hunger and he was clearly so freaking
done
with hiding it. In an instant she felt the atmosphere change, crackling with such an electric intensity it was a wonder the room didn’t explode. “I heard everything you said—you know you’re free. That means you’re free for me to take.”
“I—” It was all she was able to get out before his mouth was on hers, and that was all it took to make her anger do a quick vanishing act. There was no room for it. His touch sparked off a desire that was so vast it blotted out everything else. She let it happen, because he was right. For the first time she had nothing holding her back from discovering all there was to Quinn, and enjoying every moment of that discovery.
The way they fit together headed the top of that list. When he held her, it was like fitting into a place that had been created solely for her. The way he kissed was also something she was crazy about. He did it with such single-minded intensity that it was overwhelming. He kissed her like it was the only thing that kept him alive, and the better he made it the longer he’d live. No woman could withstand something like that and not have every part of her world rocked.
And that rocking was spectacular.
“You’re dressed.” He ended the kiss but didn’t lift his mouth from hers. Instead he left it against her lips as if he didn’t have the strength to drag himself away. “I don’t like it when you’re dressed.”
Giddy excitement sprinted through her. “I’d freeze to death if I went around naked.”
“Not in bed, you won’t.”
“We’re not in bed.”
“I can fix that.” With his dark eyes never leaving hers, he began walking her backwards toward his room, one hand still buried in her hair, the other working the button on her jeans. “You’re not stopping me.”
A few hackles began to rise, because she couldn’t tell if he was flat-out telling her what she could and couldn’t do. “Do you want me to?”
“No.” They crossed the threshold, and in another moment she felt the mattress against the backs of her knees. “I’m pointing out that you’re not stopping me, and why. You want me, Mia. You want me inside you. Filling you. Making you moan. Making you writhe. Making you come so hard it turns your world inside out. Admit it.”
“I want even more than that. I’m greedy.” With a sigh, she slid her fingers into his hair. If she lived to be a hundred, she’d never get enough of the feel of it sifting like silk through her fingers. “I want everything you want, but I especially want to make you come until your world turns inside out.”
“Nothing wrong with that kind of greed.” She was wearing a thin knit loose sweater, and his hands went under it to caress her back before he pulled it over her head and tossed it aside. “I knew you’d be a good match for me. Knew it from the second I saw you standing there in the high school gym, facepalming because of an idiot.”
“You mean it wasn’t my sparkling personality that got your attention?’
“
Everything
about you got my attention.” He unhooked her bra with astonishing ease—damn, he really was good with his hands—disposed of it and cupped her breasts in his hot palms. “Including these.”
The words, coupled with that action, stopped her heart and started her motor going in a big way. His hands on her body felt so frigging
good
. Automatically her back arched and her hands closed over his, encouraging him to squeeze her just the way she liked it. She’d never been an overly curvy girl, but the way he looked at her, touched her like she was his personal idea of perfection, made her feel beautiful.
What a gift he was.
“Fuck, you’re a knockout, Mia.” His thumbs abraded her nipples, making them pucker so hard they almost hurt. “Just looking at you makes me crazy.”
“Your hands are making me crazy.” She flowed up against him and slowly bent her knees a bit before standing back to full height, rubbing against him like a cat, and savoring the groan that sounded deep in his chest. “You feel so good, Boom.”
“
Fuck
.” His voice was ragged, almost unrecognizable before he slammed his mouth over hers, then trailed it down her neck to her collarbone, her skin tingling as he sucked in the flavor of her flesh. “You taste as good as you look. God help me, I’ll never be able to be around you now without picturing you like this. I’m doomed to walk this earth with a perpetual hard-on.”
The thought of him getting that turned on by her made wet heat surge between her legs. “I like dooming you like that.”
“Baby, I’m beyond doomed. You’re already turning me inside out and you don’t even have all your clothes off.”
“You’ve still got all of yours on. I have to say I’m not too happy about that.”
“You want to see me naked, Red?”
God, he was such a tease. “Yes, please.”
“Such a good girl.” In a couple of heartbeats he had his T-shirt up and over his head, and tossed carelessly to the floor. She’d glimpsed a hint of a tattoo on his right pec before; now she could see it in its entirety, and what she saw she loved. His entire right arm was sleeved out along with the shoulder and some of the right side of his chest, depicting a mountainous outdoor scene dominated by three animal portraits. The one on his forearm was a fox with a smart, devilish face, followed by a soaring bald eagle over his bicep, and topped with the realistic head of a wolf, which covered his shoulder. Throughout the animal portraits wound a stream and trees, and a rugged landscape that she knew had to represent Whiteout Mountain. It was a beautiful tribute to the place he loved so much, and she couldn’t stop herself from running a slow, reverent hand over it.
“Are these your favorite animals?”
“They’re me, West and Brody. Our spirit animals from our old basketball days.” Faint humor sounded in his voice as his lips skimmed over her skin. “I was the fox. No one knew what I was going to do, because I liked to take the crazy kind of risks that either bombed in a big way or became legend.”
“Sounds like you.” She didn’t want him to think of his family now, or his maverick risk-taking tendencies. She wanted all of his focus on what they were doing and nothing else.
She could make that happen.
His long, lean torso was sculpted with the muscles of a natural athlete, and she wanted to run her hands over every inch of that exposed flesh. But before she could move, he caught her hands and brought them to the top of his sweatpants hanging low off of his hips.
“You do the rest. I’m busy unwrapping my own present.”
A whimper of excitement escaped her even as he pulled the zipper of her jeans down. Her intimate flesh at the juncture of her thighs tingled and throbbed with need, while low in her belly her muscles tensed in heady anticipation. Wanting him was such a sweet ache to bear. Her eyes almost closed against it, but she didn’t want to lose sight of him. He was too beautiful to look away from, too perfect for her to shut out, even for a moment. If she could watch him while she gave him whatever pleasure she could, that would be enough.
But she hadn’t been lying when she’d said she was greedy. She wanted more.
So much more.
Her hands slid under the waistband of his sweats and pushed them down, her palms sliding over smooth, heated skin and nothing else. “Ooh. Commando.”
“I like sleeping naked, even in the winter. But I didn’t want to run the risk of freaking out my houseguest or making her uncomfortable.”
“I’m not uncomfortable.” Touched that he’d thought of her, her mouth softened as she pushed the material past his hips and let them fall, revealing the long, thick column of his cock, and her breath caught in her throat. Damn, he was even bigger than she’d expected. Fully aroused with the crown dark with hot blood, she couldn’t stop herself from curling her fingers around him and wasn’t surprised when she couldn’t wrap around him fully. She tried, giving the stiffened flesh an experimental squeeze. He groaned and pushed into her hold before he shoved at the remainder of her clothes, and she helpfully kicked them aside moments before he fell back onto the bed, taking her with him. He rolled so that he was almost completely over her while she let her hands explore his chest, before moving to the smooth, masculine plain of his back and down to the rock-hard contours of his well-toned ass.
“Beautiful,” he muttered against her skin, then dipped his head and latched his mouth onto her sensitized nipple.
She arched off the bed, her hands coming to his head to hold him there. The suction of his mouth was insanely spectacular; her nerves were suddenly attuned to that one spot while her skin sizzled with invisible fire. More heat uncoiled between her legs, her intimate folds throbbing with a sweet ache and the need to be filled. That need made her squirm as the edgy, achy tension weighed down on her. She bit her lip even as she moaned, and the urgency to have him inside her was almost too much to take. He was making her crazy, and he’d barely even begun. She was going to fly to pieces by the time he was done with her.
She couldn’t wait.
“You know what I want.” The words whispered out of her as he moved to her other breast, and the caress of his long hair over her heated skin made her shiver uncontrollably. “Don’t you keep it from me.”
“I’m going to give it to you. I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll never forget how good it is to be fucked by me.” Suddenly he rolled to reach for the nightstand, opened a drawer and retrieved an unopened box of condoms. “Put it on me.”
She didn’t expect the command, and her fingers were clumsy with the anticipation that hit so hard it knocked the breath out of her. But she finally managed the task, and she trembled at how the movement of her hand over his hard shaft caused a broken groan to rumble out of him.
He was such a man, she thought, letting him move her onto her back while he positioned himself over her.
Such
a man. And she loved how he showed her how she made him feel.
“Look at me, Mia.” He kept his body suspended over her, his weight caught on his forearm while he settled his hips between her thighs. His free hand slid up to her chin to make sure that her eyes met his. “Say my name.”
“Quinn.” She was so breathless she could only whisper it. “Boom.”
His eyes blazed and the hand at her chin left to trail down her chest, over her breast and past her belly, to slide between her legs to cup her intimately. His fingers stroked her, delving into her channel, and as her head pressed back into the mattress she almost missed the hot smile that crossed his face.
“You get so fucking wet for me, baby. Do you know how much I love that?”
“Show me.” If he wanted her to beg, she wasn’t too proud. Anything to fill the emptiness inside her. “
Please
, Quinn.”
“That’s my Mia.” His hand stroked her while his mouth closed on hers for a quick, hot dueling of tongues. Then he broke the kiss and settled more of his weight on her, the press of his body spreading her thighs wider. “I want you to watch this. Watch me go inside you.”
Her lower belly quivered. “Shit, you’re making me crazy.”
“Watch me fuck you, love.”
Oh.
God.
Helpless to do anything else, her gaze followed his down her body to where he held himself at her threshold. He continued to stroke her clit as he lowered himself in a slow, smooth thrust, merging their bodies into a perfect, single unit.
It was the sexiest thing she had ever experienced.
A shudder rippled through him as he embedded his shaft slowly into her, seating himself fully. She felt her body stretch to accommodate him, and that stretching was so deep, so exquisite, a curl of satisfaction bloomed inside her so that she couldn’t help but whimper in response.
He was made for her. In that instant, as she reeled from the pleasure that washed through her simply from his entry alone, she was convinced of it.
“So good.” His eyes closed tight, as if he too was engulfed in a small release of ecstasy, before he looked into her eyes and rolled his hips, a fluid undulation that moved his hardened flesh inside the tight grip of her body. “Baby, you feel so
good
. Perfect.”
“That’s you, not me.
Perfect
.” They were the last words she was capable of uttering consciously, as she turned all her attention to the ebb-and-flow waves of sensations he created as he fucked her. Feverishly she ran her hands down the small of his back to his ass, filling her hands with the bunching and contracting muscles and pushing him deeper while pulling her knees up on either side of him to increase the angle.