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“I just had my physical. All clear here. So we’re good in the protection department?” He raised a brow.
I nodded. “Yes, definitely.”
In answer, he lowered his lips onto mine, kissing me hard and deep, his tongue tangling with mine. My heart hammered so fast in my chest I could barely hear anything over our heavy breathing.
“I’m ready,” I said into his mouth.
He answered by slowly pulling his hand away, thumbing me on my most delicate of spots, sending bolts of pleasure rippling through me. I arched up towards him, immediately missing the contact with his body. He grinned, positioning himself directly over my hips, his legs on either side of mine. I slid my hands over the ridges of his abs, loving the feel of his hard muscles contrasted with his surprisingly soft skin.
My fingers traced the lines of his pecs and his muscles flexed under my touch. I liked that I could make him respond to me, just as I responded to him. I danced my fingers up to his shoulders as he stroked me, then eased his way into me, slowly, inch by inch, filling me all the way up. I wrapped my legs around him, arching up to meet him thrust for thrust, moving in our now-familiar rhythm. Our breathing in sync, I met his gaze, locking my eyes with his as we moved together.
My breathing grew ragged, the need for him only intensifying. Quinn sensed this, picking up his pace, driving harder and deeper into me. My hands splayed over his back, my nails driving into his sinewy shoulders. I was so close to the edge, my body contracting around him.
He thrust into me, burying his face in my neck, nipping at my skin, sending ripples of pleasure shooting down my body. His scent surrounded me, and I inhaled deeply, wanting as much of him inside me as possible. I tightened my grip around him, squeezing my thighs, bringing his steely body even closer to me.
“Oh...my...Quinn,” I cried out, barely able to breathe.
He answered by pressing harder and deeper into me, his eyes never leaving mine, watching me as he sent me crashing over the edge. My body liquefied, a molten puddle. Quinn kept pumping until he shuddered inside me, finding his release. He collapsed onto me, the weight of his body heavy, satisfying. His heart hammered against my bare breast, beating hard and fast. His hand found my face, stroked my cheek, my hair.
“I love you,” I whispered into the darkness, my voice floating up to the ceiling.
Silence. The only sound was our breathing, slowly returning to normal. My hands were clammy now and butterflies zoomed around my stomach. I regretted ruining the moment.
After another beat, Quinn rolled off me, then pulled me into his arms, wrapping me up in his strong arms. He pressed his lips to my hair, kissed me gently, smoothing my hair down and away from my face.
“I love you, too.”
My stomach unclenched as a lightness filled me and my heart lifted.
“Really?” I asked, raising my head to look back at him.
“Yes, really. Now unless you’re up for an encore, I suggest we get some sleep. I have to work tomorrow at five A.M.” He kissed me softly on my lips and I sighed, my body melting into his.
“’Night. Thanks for a perfect day,” I said.
“You’re welcome. I’m looking forward to many more perfect days.”
“Me too,” I said, curling up against his chest and drifting off to sleep easier than I had in months.
* * *
Afew streaks of weak sunlight filtered into the room and memories of last night came crashing back. Oh God, I’d dropped the “L” word. My breath caught in my throat as I replayed that moment, then I relaxed, remembering Quinn said he loved me, too.
Quinn.
I rolled over, even though I knew he’d be gone. It was probably almost seven A.M. by now. Sure enough, there was a slight depression where he’d been lying only hours before. I snuggled deep into the satin pillowcase, inhaling his scent. I loved his smell, woodsy and masculine. I sighed, knowing I wouldn’t see him for the next three days. Ah, the trials of dating a firefighter. Which is exactly why I didn’t want to in the first place, but too late now.
I was in freaking deep.Too deep, a tiny voice whispered, but I pushed it away. At this point, there was no turning back.
I was starry-eyed and utterly in love with Quinn McCauliffe.
My cell vibrated on my nightstand, and I reached over, checking the text. I didn’t recognize the number, but the area code was familiar. 212. NYC.
Hey beautiful. Waiting for an answer. Holden.
Ugh. I stared at my cell, my heart racing, my gut swirling.
I had no idea what to do. I wanted to open a bakery in Midtown, I really did. But with my ex as a controlling and vested partner? The thought made my skin crawl, TBH. That, and my chest ached at the thought of leaving Quinn for even a minute, let alone a day, a week, a month.
