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I hadn’t cried, called out, or anything.

All I’d said was ‘dammit.’

It’d caught the attention of one Quinn Carter, though. And from then on, we’d become us. Quinn + Shayne.

You didn’t hear one name without thinking about the other.

Until you did.

Needless to say, when I cursed, it was usually because I’d hurt myself, and inadvertently caused myself inconvenience.

Quinn didn’t like how nonchalant I was about hurting myself. Nor did he like when he had to guess if I was actually hurt, or just reacting.

Hence his aversion to my cursing.

“Fucking make me,” I challenged him.

His eyes flared, and then he was pressing me against the wall, his big body holding up mine.

My legs went around his waist, and my arms around his shoulders.

His mouth slanted over mine, and then we were back to where we were always the greatest.

Physically, we’d never had any issues.

It was always good.

There was never a time where he hadn’t gotten me off.

He was an unselfish, overly dedicated lover, and I’d missed him while he’d been gone.

No one else had touched me. No one else had run their lips along mine. No one else had had me in their arms.

I’d missed this.

I’d missed the closeness. The way I felt in his strong arms. The way he smelled. The way he breathed. There wasn’t a single thing about him that I hadn’t missed.

I was desperate for him.

Touch starved.

His mouth plundered mine.

There wasn’t an inch of my mouth he didn’t explore with his tongue. He nipped. He bit. He growled.

When he finally pulled back, my lips felt bruised, and my heart knew that this wasn’t going to be something that I could recover from.

I was barely hanging on as it was.

Yet, here I was, allowing it to happen despite the pain I knew he’d cause when he walked away again.

’Cause he would.

He wouldn’t stay.

There were too many things against us for him to choose me.

My hair was yanked hard to the side, and my eyes were focusing on his.

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