Hearts & Diamonds (5 page)

“Two tickets?” Quin asked, pushing his plate back. “Who would you take?”

Had she just said
two
tickets?

“Would you like some more water?” She got up from the table and reached for his empty plate. Her brain was actually including him in her fantasy vacations.

“You know…” he grabbed hold of her wrist, “you do that a lot.”

“Do what?” Nia asked, trying to ignore the effect his thumb was having on her pulse as he stroked the sensitive skin.

“Answer a question with a question.” He yanked her forward and placed her on his lap. “Now, I’m going to ask you again. Who would you take?”

The feel of his hard thighs beneath her bottom unleashed a myriad of desires Nia was sure he could see in her eyes. She shifted slightly on his lap with the intention to get up but stayed put upon hearing his sharp intake of breath.

So, Mr. FBI wasn’t as calm and cool as he appeared to be.

She gave him a little smile, pleased to know the sexual tension was affecting them both. Something wild within compelled her to reach out and touch his jaw with her free hand. “Do you like it warm?”

Quin’s grip tightened on her wrist. “I like it hot.”

“How hot?” Nia knew she shouldn’t tease him, wasn’t sure she should fan the flames of desire causing her to throw caution to the wind.

“
Muy caliente
.”

His words wrapped around her like warm velvet as her gaze dropped to his lips. She willed him to kiss her and got her wish. His mouth descended on hers and she parted her lips, inviting him to taste her. The sensual way he caressed her tongue with his own left Nia with no doubt his lovemaking would be equally erotic.

“This is crazy,” he muttered, pulling up from her.

“Utterly crazy.” She scooted off his lap to straddle him, uncaring of her sweater dress inching up to expose her bare thighs. Her heart beat even faster as his large hands touched her legs. She closed her eyes as he leant forward to claim her lips again, revelling in the fierce possession of her mouth and Nia vaguely marvelled in the smouldering change in her cool, controlled agent. One of his hands lifted from her thigh to dip inside her surplice neckline, giving her no time to reflect on the possessive aspect of her thought as his thumb brushed across one rock hard nipple.

“I’ve been wanting to touch you since I walked through your door.” Quin slid the top of the sweater dress off her shoulders, exposing her lacy black bra.

Nia held her breath as he unfastened the clasp and slid it off her arms. She held her breath as he lowered his gaze to her naked breasts.

“
Bella
…beautiful
.
”

She bit her lip as his fingers played with her nipples. He exerted just enough pressure to make her gasp as he tugged and flicked the rigid points, extending them even further. She reached for the bottom of his sweater, lifted it up as he helped her yanked it off. Then she was free to run her hands beneath his T-shirt. Her palms skimmed across hard abs as he leaned her back in his arms.

Nia settled into his arms, watching him beneath half-closed lids as he stared at her heaving breasts. Her skin felt on fire as he dipped his dark head to her chest.

Nothing could prepare her for the sensation of his warm tongue rasping around her sensitive flesh. She arched her back, moaning with delight as he laved and teased each peak. The desire to feel him, naked against her body made her squirm on his lap and she wondered if the heat coming off her drenched panties now so close to his cock could burn a hole through the fabric of his jeans.

As if sensing her need, he moved one hand from behind her back, down to touch the wet wisp of material between her legs. His fingers slipped inside her thong and Nia shuddered, opening her thighs wider for him. She gasped as he yanked the soaked fabric free, slightly embarrassed by the amount of wetness he would find as he tossed the ripped panties to the floor. Nia was certain she could climax just from the wicked intent evident in the brown depths of his eyes as his hand moved up on her thigh to dip into her creamy pussy.

“Nia, what are you doing to me?”

She groaned as his fingers stroked her, amused by his ironic question for a split second before he kissed her again. His index finger circled her clit and Nia undulated her hips and grabbed hold of his shoulders as waves of pleasure stormed through her. She opened her eyes, hearing silverware clinking behind her as Quin pushed aside his dinnerware.

“Up.”

Nia stumbled to her feet in a daze, allowing him to lift her onto the table. She breathed in his sexy cologne as he leaned into her to swipe more dishes out of the way. He laid her down on the smooth wood surface, scooted her naked ass towards him and spread her trembling thighs wide as he sat back down in his chair.

She struggled to remain perfectly still as his heated gaze raked over her, knowing the wanton image she was presenting with her dress bunched up around her waist and her trimmed pussy so wet and pink before him.

I’m going to spontaneously combust if you don’t say something
…
touch me…pleas—

“So fucking beautiful.”

His words melted away any reservations about being so vulnerably exposed to him.

“Do you know what your eyes are telling me now, Nia?”

She shook her head, not willing to trust her own voice.

“You want me to taste you, here.” He lightly touched her outer lips. “And here.” His thumb encircled her clit, his hot gaze unwavering as he skimmed over the engorged button.

“Please…” Was she begging for him to stop torturing her or pleading for him to continue? She wasn’t sure, didn’t care as long as he didn’t stop. Her hands flailed above her on the table, sending a knife skittering to the floor as he caressed her. The stark sound of the silverware clattering to the ground only added to the surreal moment as she stared into the molten depths of his eyes.

“You want me to tongue-fuck you here.”

Nia moaned and closed her eyes again as two fingers penetrated her, squeezing her slippery tight sheath around them. She was so close to the edge as he stroked her, she cried out when he abruptly removed his fingers.

“Shh…” Quin whispered, leaning down between her legs to kiss each thigh. He held on to her legs as he licked her silken folds and suckled her clit. “Hold on tight, love.”

There was nothing to hold on to, so she pushed her fingers through his hair. She called out his name as his warm tongue darted in and out of her, preparing her for his dick, but she was already ready. Past ready. Her breath hitched and she bit off a scream as the first delicious waves of her climax crested over and over her.

She panted, boneless, completely pliant as Quin moved back and stripped out of his clothing. Her eyes ran over his bronzed muscles to his impressive hard on as she sat up. “Oh, my.”

With a naughty grin, he walked forward with a condom in hand and wrapped her legs around his waist. He lifted her off the table, sat back down in the chair and Nia encircled his thick shaft with one hand, loving the hard satiny feel of his cock. “So fucking beautiful.”

Her hands glided up and down his hard length as he tore open the plastic packet. She took it from him, slipped the latex over the crown of his cock and smiled at his sharp intake of breath as she slid it down his erection.

“Are you sure?” Quin asked, placing his hands on her waist.

She didn’t answer. It was a silly question. Instead, she lifted up off his lap and used her hand to guide him into her. His hands cupped her ass as she slowly lowered herself down on his cock. She closed her eyes and moaned as the head penetrated her wetness, filling her inch by sweet inch.

With no lover for almost seven months, Nia welcomed the tight friction of Quin pushing deep inside of her. She opened her eyes to meet his gaze, saw her urgent need reflected in his and began to move up and down in a slow, easy pace.

Small moans of pleasure echoed in the room as she creamed his cock with more of her juices. Quin began rocking his hips in perfect rhythm with her movements, increasing the overwhelming erotic sensations enveloping her. A sheen of sweat prickled across her brow as she bounced on his lap. She closed her eyes again, grabbing hold of his shoulders as his large hands cupped her ass cheeks. He started helping her move and Nia couldn’t contain her whimpers of ecstasy. Each stroke was deeper than the last. Her head fell back as they rocked together, her entire body on sensory overload. She was conscious of her breasts jiggling as she seated herself on him again and again.

Amazingly, she was close to coming again and his palm pressed against her clit sent her over the top. She screamed as the vibrations ripped through her. She clung to him as he lifted her back on the table. The cool wood connected with her sweaty skin as she laid back.

Quin yanked her ass to the edge of the table, spread her wet thighs and sank back into her with one fierce thrust. He slammed into her hard, harder still and Nia begged for more. The sound of skin slapping against skin and the smell of sex and sweat was all that mattered. She bit her lip as he stroked deep one, two, three more times before climaxing with a gruff groan.

Dazed and sated, she stared at the beads of sweat dripping down his face. Wet strands of his dark hair lay against his forehead, muscles rippled in his arms as he caressed her hips. He kissed her knee before pulling out of her body.

“
Increíble
.”

She smiled, noticing how his voice, now rough and ragged, carried more of a Spanish accent. He turned away from her to reach for his boxers on the floor and Nia was disappointed when his delectably tight ass disappeared from view. She envied his ability to move as she waited for her heart to stop racing.

Quin cursed as his cell started to ring. He pulled up his jeans and reached for the slim phone from his pocket. No trace of the rough, sexy voice she’d heard minutes ago remained, replaced with the cool professional tone he normally used.

Nia struggled to sit up as she slipped the top of her sweater back into place and pushed the bottom half down over her slippery thighs. She edged her way off the table, her gaze running over Quin’s tapered back as he turned away from her.

It wasn’t fair for him to be so sexy.

He turned around as he ended the call. “I hate to do this, but I—”

“Have to go, I understand.” She suppressed the urge to shiver as his gaze ran over her.

“It’s work.”

His expression was unreadable as she nodded, her eyes dipping down to the hard six-pack she hadn’t yet tasted. He obviously hit the gym with the same amount of dedication he gave his job.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m good.” She wasn’t. Her stomach was twisting in a million tiny knots of need and uncertainty as he stared at her. She could almost feel him pulling away, putting up a wall between them.

“Your house will be under constant surveillance, so don’t worry about anything.” He picked up his sweater and slipped it over his head. “Hopefully, tomorrow, I’ll call you with some news about the case.”

“Sounds good.” Nia almost laughed at her easy nonchalant response when she felt anything but nonchalant. Maybe it was best he was leaving, she really needed a moment to regroup. “Would you like some pie to take with you?” The polite question almost made her laugh after what they had just been doing.

Quin’s grin was wicked…and incredibly sexy. “I can’t resist pie.”

“Good.” She smiled back and moved past him towards the kitchen. Her eyes dropped to the knife that had fallen to the floor when he…

Focus on the pie, Nia, only the pie.

With a shaky hand, she cut him a generous slice, sealed it tight in a plastic container and walked over to the door where he stood fully dressed. “Here you go.”

“Nia…” He took the pie and draped his coat over his arm. His voice had deepened, taking on the accented rough edge she now loved.

“Quin.” Only an inch or two of space lay between them. For a brief second she saw something in his eyes that had the potential to melt every bone in her body then it was gone. She wanted another display of the heat and passion she knew he possessed.

On impulse, she stepped forward on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. She let out a small moan as he swept her up in his arms, returning her kiss with enough sizzle to melt all the snow around her block.

When he finally pulled away, Nia was pleased to see emotion in his eyes again.

Mission
accomplished.

“Good night, Quin.” She opened the door and shuddered as a blast of cold air washed over her bare legs.

“Good night.” His gaze fell to her lips then he stepped past her and into the frosty night air.

She watched him walk down the stairs into the drifting flurries until the freezing wind made her shut the door. They had said good night as if they hadn’t just been having hot wild sex. She’d half-expected him to say,
we need to talk about what just happened.

Nia stared at the knife lying on the dining room floor. Maybe what had happened between them meant absolutely nothing to him other than a quick screw.

If it weren’t for the tingling ache between her legs and the silverware on the floor, she’d wonder if he’d really taken her on the dining room table. She padded across the creaky wood flooring and leaned over to pick up the knife. Images of his warm mouth all over her wet pussy popped into her mind as she squeezed her sticky thighs together and dropped the flatware again. With a whispered curse she snatched it back up, gathered their plates up from the table and strode into the kitchen. She half-rinsed the dishes, her mind replaying the hungry look of desire in Quin’s eyes as he’d thrust within her.