Hearts & Diamonds (7 page)

Thank God, he was almost home. He’d pour a stiff scotch first thing. Then he’d be able to make sense of…no,
squash
his burning desire to turn off at Nia’s exit, knock on her door and take her hard against the wall.

Really, Rios? Shit.

He reached for his cell vibrating against his leg as he pulled into a gas station to park. The short message from Nia made him hard in a heartbeat.

I want to see you.

Her straightforward text might as well have shot him straight in his heart
and
his dick. Being with her had seriously fucked up his head. Seeing her again would only compound the problem and probably fuck up
her
head. He was the quintessential
love ‘em and leave them
kind of guy…well, love ‘em and leave them with a
smile
guy. His job required total dedication, much easier to do without outside distractions.

“Who are you kidding, Rios?” He pulled his car back onto the highway in the direction of Nia’s house and glanced at the GPS navigation system. Eleven miles would take him less than ten minutes to drive. With the music blasting, he manoeuvred through traffic pondering his decision to see her. He pulled into her driveway, shut off the engine and glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror. “What are you doing?” His voice was a rough whisper in the quiet exterior of the car.

Going after what you want.

He got out of the car and crunched through the snow to ring her bell. The door flew open a split second later and Quin drank in the sight of her, so demure and alluring all at once in her
Naughty or Nice
nightshirt and fuzzy mouse slippers. The heated look in her eyes ruled out any thoughts of playing it cool as he crossed over the threshold and scooped her up into his arms.

He kissed her hard, trying not to crush her with his need to feel every curve of her body again. Her lips melted beneath his, her soft tongue mimicking his sensual stokes. She smelt like Christmas cookies, tasted just as good and he wanted to kiss her everywhere.

He forced himself to pull away and stared at her with her eyes still closed, noting the rapidly beating pulse at the base of her throat. Her eyelids flickered open to meet his gaze.

“Hello.”

“Hello. You got my text.” Her voice was soft as her lips. She smiled at him before moving to close the front door.

“I did.” Quin shrugged out of his coat and Nia took it to the closet as he pulled off boots. He stood up and faced her, his heart twisting at the sight of her sweet smile. “I wanted to see you too,” he said, pulling her closer.

“Any new leads—”

“I don’t want to talk about work.” His hands slipped around her waist as he looked down at her.

Nia lifted one eyebrow. “You don’t?”

“No, I don’t.” His gaze dipped to the glitter lettering across her breasts. “So which is it?”

“What?”

He ran a finger across the lettering, pleased to find her nipples hard as he squeezed her waist with his other hand. “Which do you prefer…naughty or nice?” He waited for her to answer as he flicked his thumb across one taut peak. The desire in her eyes made him want to do all sorts of very naughty things.

“Nice,” she said at last, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

He dipped his head down to kiss her again, soft, tender, reverent kisses. If she wanted ‘nice’—he would give her nice.

But I’d much rather rip off this nightgown and take you hard and fast.

The thought tempted him to do just that, but he held back, enjoying her soft moans as they kissed. His cock ached, confined within his jeans as he ran his hands over her hips to cup her rounded ass. He loved the way she felt in his arms, the way she responded to his touch. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he slid his hands down over her bottom and under the nightshirt to press her panty-clad body against his erection. He wanted her so bad it defied rational thought.

“Wait…” She wrenched her lips from his, her voice breathless as she lifted her head to meet his eyes. “I changed my mind.”

Quin frowned. What the hell was she talking about? He could practically
feel
the heat coming off of her. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. If she denied it, he’d prove her wrong. The secretive smile she gave him sent a surge of lust roaring through his blood.

“Nice is
nice
…” She smiled wider, seeing his dark look. “Okay,
very
nice, but…
naughty
is much more fun.”

Nia sucked in a breath as Quin stared at her, his confusion lasting a nanosecond before comprehension dawned. The slow sexy grin he gave her drenched her already damp panties.

“Naughty it is.”

She gasped as he wrenched the nightshirt up over her head, leaving her naked save her red panties with an embroidered picture of mistletoe in the centre of the moist fabric. She stood still as his gaze ran over her full breasts, down to her designer underwear.

He kneeled in front of her, traced the threaded outline of mistletoe before pressing a hard kiss on it.

Nia shivered in anticipation as he stood back up. His eyes were so hard and dark, she should’ve been frightened by what plans he had for her, but she wasn’t.

“Take those off.”

She obeyed his command, loving the rough edge in his voice deepening his sexy accent. Her eyes never left his face as she pushed the panties down to her feet. She stepped out of them and Quin picked them up. Her pussy creamed a little more as she watched him drag the wet fabric across his nose.

“The slippers too.”

She kicked them off as he pulled off his sweater and T-shirt. Her eyes were riveted to his lean hard muscles and the dark hair around his belly button, disappearing into the waistband of his pants. She swallowed hard as he took a foil package from his pocket and ripped it open with his teeth. Her heart fluttered as he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and let them slide to the floor. The evidence of his arousal was now obvious through the cotton material of his underwear. She held her breath as he dispensed with them and stared at his thick hard length jutting forward as he rolled on the condom.

He was magnificent, a female fantasy come true.

“Come here.”

She took two steps forward, conscious of her slippery thighs as he grabbed her and spun her around lightening fast. He pressed his naked body against hers, raising his hands to cup her breasts and she arched her back as he fondled and teased the sensitive flesh. His hand slipped between her legs and she whimpered as he circled her engorged clit with his finger.

“Are you sure you want naughty?”

“Very.” She parted her thighs, giving him more access.

His fingers were in constant motion, gliding in and out of her slick heat as she ground her ass against his stiff warm cock. He knew just how to stroke the silky folds while using the pad of his middle finger to strum across her clit. Her breaths became small pants as he caressed her pussy and continued to toy with her nipples. She was so close to coming. The erotic pressure began to pinnacle just as Quin stopped touching her. She groaned as his hand slipped from between her legs, letting him propel her behind the couch facing the living room.

“Naughty
is
more fun,” Quin said before pushing her over the back of the sofa.

Nia gasped in surprise, realising her vulnerable, completely exposed position. She had no time to react before his hand connected with the soft flesh of one ass cheek. A scream erupted from her throat as Quin rubbed the area he just smacked. The contact stung, but didn’t hurt. Small tingles danced across her flesh beneath his hand.

“Be very still or I’ll be forced to give you more licks.”

He used his foot to widen her stance before bringing his hand down on her other ass cheek. The sound of it thrilled her, the feel of it made her suck in a breath. She moaned again as one long finger slid inside her, clenching her inner muscles as he finger-fucked her and spanked her.

No man had ever done such a thing to her before. The feeling of being in complete and utter surrender to him turned her on even more. She grabbed on to the couch cushions and pressed her face into the pillows to muffle her cries as Quin alternated between spanking and stroking her with his hand.

When he stopped spanking, Nia was surprised to feel tears on her face. The tingling heat on her bottom enhanced her sensitivity to erotic sensations as his fingers worked in and out of her wet channel.

“Please don’t stop,” she begged, pushing back on his hand, needing to come, so close to release.

Quin’s fingers slipped from her, replaced with the crown of his cock and Nia sighed as he filled her. She bent over further, bracing her hands on the cushions as he sank deeper into her tight sheath. His gruff groan joined hers as he grabbed her hips and began fucking her hard and fast. The sound of her wet pussy and his balls smacking her ass filled the room. His rapid movements jostled her breasts and pushed her on the tips of her toes. He was relentless in his thrusts, seemingly uncaring of her comfort and Nia embraced the ferocity of his lust. She cried out when he suddenly withdrew his dick only to slam it deep into her creamy wetness over and over again.

There was no time to breathe, no time to think, only feel as he fucked her. She wanted him to slow down; she wanted him to never stop. As if sensing her state of mind, he slowed to a leisurely pace and stopped altogether.

Nia wiggled her hips, tightening her quivering walls around his cock. She protested as he pulled from her wet warmth, lifting her up from the couch to turn and face him.

“Naughty is fun, but nice is—”

“So damn good.” She smiled in response to his grin as he scooped her into his arms and took her down up the stairs to her bedroom.

He laid her on the bed, covering her body with his own as he kissed her. She shifted her legs as he settled between them and wrapped her hand around his cock, guiding him back into her silky warmth. She called out his name as he began to move his hips, loving her with slow, deep thrusts. He kissed the side of her neck and nibbled on her earlobe as he slid slowly in and out of her in a dizzying display of control.

Nia gave into the haze of pleasure rippling from the inside out. She slipped her hand between their bodies to rub her clit, moving closer to release.

“Yes,” Quin said, lifting his body higher to give her more room to touch herself. “
Vente ya, mi amor
…come for me.”

His sexy request sent her over the edge. She grabbed on to the sheets as her orgasm crested and spun through every inch of her body. A hoarse cry Nia barely recognised as her own filled her ears as Quin stroked her faster and faster. His ragged moan of pleasure barely registered over the sound of her thundering heartbeat.

He pulled out of her body to lie beside her, lacing his fingers through hers as they caught their breath.

A few minutes later, Nia turned her body towards his, watching the rise and fall of his chest as she basked in her orgasmic afterglow. “You spanked me.”

“That’s what happens when you’re naughty,” Quin said with a lazy grin. “Did I hurt you?”

He was teasing her. She knew he
knew
he hadn’t. “Yes, you did.” Nia faked a pained expression as he lifted up on his forearm.

“Let me see.”

Nia flipped onto her stomach and smiled against the sheets as his warm hand massaged her derriere. Her sigh of contentment erupted into a scream as he smacked her bottom. She whipped back up on her side as he laughed. “Hey!”

“That’s for lying.” He leaned in to kiss the tip of her nose. “I would never hurt you…not intentionally anyway.”

Nia’s heart skipped a beat as she stared at him. “And unintentionally?”

Quin held her gaze, his expression serious. “It’s been known to happen.”

It was an honest statement and she appreciated his honesty although it bothered her more than she wanted to think about. She swung out of bed aware of his eyes on her as she padded towards the master bath. “Soap my back?” she asked, glancing at him over her shoulder.

“Just your back?” He stood up, coming towards her in long strides.

“We’ll see.” She laughed as he charged her, pivoting to run into the bathroom.

He caught up with her before she reached the door, grabbing her around the waist.

“Gotcha.”

He burrowed his face in the curve of her neck, holding her tight as she walked into the bathroom and flipped on the light. She squirmed as he playfully nuzzled the sensitive area, dissolving into a fit of uncontrolled giggles when his teeth grazed her skin. “Stop! That tickles.”

Quin lifted his mouth long enough to say, “I can’t, I love hearing you laugh.”

A wild scream filled the bathroom as he nuzzled and nipped her neck while tickling her ribs. “Quin!” She could hardly breathe between laughs, struggling to get away from him as he began to chuckle. Nia seized the moment to wrench away from him. Her giggles subsided as she wiped the tears from her eyes. “That was uncalled for.”

“I know. Forgive me?” he asked with a grin.

“Never,” Nia said, opening the shower door. She glared at him, her heart swelling at the twinkle in his eyes and relaxed posture.

“You don’t mean that.” He approached with his hands outstretched.

“Don’t you dare!” She backed up against the shower door. “I forgive you, just don’t tickle me again.”

Quin laughed as he pulled her into his arms. “I can’t make any promises for the future, but I give you my word no more tickling tonight.”

“Good.” She ignored the pang of happiness rushing through her that he saw a future between them at all, filled with tickling or not.

He lifted his gaze from hers to look around the bathroom. “Nice tub.”

“Thanks. I had it installed when I moved into this house. There’s nothing better than soaking away the day’s stress in a warm bubble bath.” She tapped a finger on his chest. “When’s the last time you’ve done that?”

“I can’t remember.”

Nia pulled away to look at him with a horrified expression. “Really?”

“Clearly, I am not the bubble bath type.”

Quin flexed his muscles in a classic bodybuilding pose. Her eyes travelled over his naked body in frank admiration as she tried to imagine him soaking in a tub filled with bubbles. “Maybe not,” she said with a grin,” but you’re taking one with me. This sucker is big enough for us both.”

“Bubbles are for babes.”

“Thanks for the compliment, but you’ll change your mind once you get in.” She bent over the ivory porcelain to turn on the water.

“You’ve already changed my mind.”

Nia placed one hand on the edge of the tub and glanced back at Quin who was staring at her ass. “Like what you see?” she asked seductively, wiggling her bottom as she reached for her bath beads.

“Love what I see.”

She spread her legs a little wider, loving the dark glint in his eyes as she dipped her back and gave him an even better view. The sound of the running water covered her tiny gasp of delight as he came up behind her and ran his hand between her thighs. She poured in the lavender bath beads as he caressed her cream-soaked pussy.

“So soft and silky.”

She tested the water as his fingers gently stroked her wet folds. “Get in.” She gasped as two fingers slipped inside of her. “Inside the
tub
.”

“Ahhh!”

She moaned as he gave her three deep-finger strokes before removing his hand and complying.

The sight of him climbing into her tub and settling his large frame beneath the bubbles made her smile as she pinned up her hair. She took his offered hand and joined him in the fragrant bathwater. Something twisted in her heart as he pulled her back against his chest and wrapped his arms under her breasts.

For a few minutes, neither spoke.

Nia exhaled slowly. “This is perfect.”
You’re perfect.

“I’d have to agree.” He rested his head on top of her hair.

She pushed back the urge to ask him if he was only referring to the bath.

Later, they shared a pepperoni pizza and a bottle of red wine before settling on the couch. Nia sighed with contentment, snuggling closer to Quin as she placed her head on his chest. She tucked her legs in behind her and stared at the candles flickering in the room. The smell of cinnamon spice filled the air and soft holiday music played in the background.

Now,
this
felt like Christmas.

She hadn’t laughed so hard in a long time and it wasn’t the red wine. It was being with Quin. His dry sense of humour mixed with her playful nature had them both laughing at the smallest things. The more time she spent with him the more she liked him.

“What are you going to do for the holidays?” She lifted her head to see his face.

Quin shrugged. “I don’t get that excited about the holidays like most folks.” He lifted a strand of her hair. “My mom passed away several years ago.” A shadow fell over his handsome features. “Kinda changed things.”

She understood. It was another thing they had in common.

“I’m sorry you lost your mom.” She laid her head back on his chest.

“It happened unexpectedly. My father moved back to
Mexico
to be with our extended family. A decision I didn’t understand at the time, but now think was best. He’s found some happiness being home, surrounded by his grandchildren.” Quin toyed with the diamond stud in her ear. “I try to fly home for either Thanksgiving or Christmas when my job permits me.”

“
Mexico
is a beautiful place. I had a wonderful time travelling there a few years ago with some girlfriends for a weekend getaway.”