Steamy Nights With a Gorgeous Man
"She let out the tiniest gasp and her head dropped back against the pillows. Her entire body arched against him, a silent plea for more. More of him. His mouth. His hands. Every inch of his body against hers."
Quinn watched her for a moment and brushed his thumb over her chin.
She took his hand and kissed his palm as she pushed back against him, forcing him to retreat a step.
"But I have one rule I will never break," she said.
"And that would be?"
"No sex in the kitchen."
He raised his eyebrows. "Crissy, we've talked about this. If you're not ready..."
She placed her hand against his cheek and kissed him, lightly, sweetly.
"I am," she said.
"That's really not why I invited you here. I promise."
"Well, things happen that you don't always plan for," she said, taking a step forward, pushing Quinn back another step. He bumped into the table and sent a bag of groceries sprawling across the table and spilling on the floor.
Quinn placed his hands on her hips and held her at a safe distance.
"Are you sure? Absolutely sure?"
She hooked two fingers in his belt loop and tugged him closer. "Stop asking me that and keep doing what you were doing earlier."
He hesitated for only a moment as he studied her before he took her hands and walked backwards into his bedroom. It was a tiny, tiny bedroom, stacked with boxes, some still sealed, others with clothing and shoes spilling out of them, and still others lying empty. But there was a bed, sitting on the floor, with a pile of disheveled blankets and pillows. It was far from familiar for either of them, this new territory they were heading into together, but it was comfortable and it was soft and she had Quinn by her side. Crissy needed nothing else.
Quinn's feet hit the bed and he sat, pulling her onto his lap. She braced her knees on either side of his hips as she carded her fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes with a sigh. She tipped his head back slightly to hover her lips over his, not quite touching. Until he started to lean forward, looking to close the distance between them but she pulled back with a grin.
Quinn frowned slightly and opened his eyes. She trailed a finger over the bridge of his nose and over his lips. He raised an eyebrow.
"You're a tease," he said, shaking his head. "You continually surprise me."
She hummed with satisfaction as she kissed him, smiling. "I hope I never stop surprising you. I like see the shock on your face too much."
She trailed her hands over his shoulders, down his chest, gliding her fingers underneath the hem of his shirt only to slide back up his chest and over his shoulders, pushing his shirt off as she went.
How long had she wanted to do this? To touch him for hours and memorize every dip and swell of his body beneath her fingertips. To feel the heat of his skin against hers, feel the rushing beat of his heart against her palms. How long had she ached to taste him and smell him and feel him and forget the rest of the world existed for a few short blessed hours?
Quinn brushed her hair back from her forehead and his hand settled at the back of her neck. His other hand slid around her waist and settled at the small of her back. He bumped his nose against hers and barely brushed his lips across hers.
"I love you," he whispered.
Warmth flooding through her chest, surging through every muscle in her body as she looked down at him, this man who made her impossibly happy, as if she would burst from the sheer joy of seeing him smile.
"I know," she whispered back, sliding her arms around his neck.
Slowly, Quinn's hand wandered from her back and settled at her hip, questing beneath her shirt and up her side. She shivered as goosebumps rippled over her skin but she didn't pull away and she held his gaze, steady and sure. Still, Quinn didn't pick up his pace, didn't rush or hurry anything along. His fingers skimmed over her skin with agonizing slowness as he pushed her shirt up and over her head. At the touch of the cool air hitting her skin, she shivered harder this time. A faint blush crept up her cheeks though she knew it wasn't necessary. She was ready for this. She wanted him. She'd wanted him for a long time and she wasn't going to wait any longer.
"I can stop," Quinn said. "Just say the word."
Crissy shook her head. "Absolutely not. It's just cold." She paused then added with in a small voice. "And maybe a little shy."
He reached up over her and shut the bedside lamp off. The only light in the room was the faint, silver glow from the streetlight outside the bedroom window. Crissy could just make out Quinn's face in the faint light, enough to be sure of where he was but not enough to make her feel self-conscious.
"Better?" he asked.
She nodded and pulled him back down to her. "Much better."
He looped an arm around her waist, picked her up, and turned, laying her out on the bed beneath him, as if she was the most delicate, precious thing he had ever touched. The heat of his body surrounded her and she felt the shivers melt away, replaced by faint trembling at his close proximity, at the need to be touched by him and to touch him as much as she wanted to. He trailed a line of kisses from her jawline down the curve of her throat, across her collarbones, his breath soft and warm. Crissy slid her hands up his sides and he sucked in a breath of surprise, contracting away from her touch. She raised her eyebrows.
"Are you...ticklish?" she asked.
"No," he said, much too fast.
She grinned and laughed softly. "I don't believe you."
Quinn growled a curse under his breath and kissed the tops of her breasts before he pulled her bra lower and took a nipple into his mouth. She let out the tiniest gasp and her head dropped back against the pillows. Her entire body arched against him, a silent plea for more. More of him. His mouth. His hands. Every inch of his body against hers.
"Not laughing now," he whispered, glancing up at her with a teasing glint in his eye.
"Oh, no more talking please," she rasped. "Don't leave me hanging like this."
He grinned and dipped his head to take her other nipple into his mouth, the flat of his tongue gliding over her breast, his teeth scraping just slightly over the nipple at just the right angle to draw an even louder gasp from Crissy's lips. Her fingers came up and knotted in his hair, holding him in place until he moved down her stomach.
When Quinn reached the top of her jeans, he took his time, tracing a finger over the waistband. Crissy's body was vibrating from Quinn's mouth. He rested his cheek against the inside of her thigh and looked up at her, watching her reaction.
In answer, Crissy raised her hips up. Quinn popped the button on her jeans and curled two fingers into the waistband, peeling them off with her underwear and discarding them on the floor without taking his eyes off of her face. Crissy sucked in a breath and bit her lip at how exposed she felt now. It had been a long, long time since she had done this.
Quinn reached up to lace his fingers with hers, his other hand settled against her hip, his thumb stroking across her skin in a soothing rhythm. He kissed her stomach and down over her thigh until he paused and smiled up at her.
"Remember, I love you, Crissy. If you want to stop..."
"I don't," she cut in. "Please. I don't want to stop."
Quinn studied her for a moment then nodded and made his way back up to kiss her, hooking an arm around her waist to pull her against his chest. She canted her hips up and her bare thighs grated against the rough fabric of his jeans, sending a red hot aching spike of raw want through her...
(The story has not been written and edited by Team Kamuklife & originally appeared at Cosmopolitan.com)