Page 75 of Turning Up the Heat


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“Sorry, man. I’m beat. Call me tomorrow, I’ll be around.”

“Okay.”

Charlie gave me a tiny wave and I scooted out of there as fast as I could.

* * *

“Hey beautiful,” I said, leaning in and kissing Delaney’s soft, sweet lips as soon as she opened the door.

“Hey handsome,” she murmured into my mouth, wrapping her arms around my waist, pulling me in close to her body. An oversized white T-shirt hung off one shoulder and she looked damn sexy, as evidenced by the flash of heat and hardness happening in my jeans.

We kissed in the doorway for a few minutes, her tongue sweeping my mouth as I pressed up against her.

“That’s quite a greeting,” I said, my palms gripping her round, firm ass. She had a really great ass.

“I told you I missed you. C’mon.” She broke away, taking my hand and leading me up the stairs and into her apartment. “Do you want something to drink?”

“I’m good. Come here.” She turned to face me, the creamy skin of her shoulder peeking out from her shirt. I traced the line of her neck, down to her bra strap, the shirt slipping even farther down her arm. Bending, I kissed the hollow spot where the seam fell, nibbling her delicate skin. She exhaled softly against my neck, goosebumps rising on my flesh as her body relaxed into mine. I trailed my kisses lower, down her arm, past the light dusting of warm cinnamon-brown freckles on her skin. Once I got down to her hand, Delaney ran her fingers over my cheek, her thumb grazing my jawline. She smelled like freshly baked cookies, and I wanted to taste her. I kissed her palm, sucking on each of her fingers in turn until she moaned softly under her breath.

“Quinn.”

“Yeah,” I said, my hands roaming over her tight black leggings, toying with the waistband, caressing the soft skin of her stomach.

“Ahh,” she sighed, her eyes closing at my touch, her breathing shallow.

Making figure-eights on her belly, Delaney leaned into my touch, swaying slightly. My pulse shot up as my lower body tensed, aching to feel her naked beneath me.

“C’mon,” she said in a low, husky tone, leading me to her bedroom.

Her bedroom was dark and cool, the old-fashioned quilt pulled up neatly on her bed. I laid her down gently, but she popped back up, lifting her shirt over her head before laying back against the pillows. I followed her lead, shedding my shirt and pants as well. It had been a long day and we were past the take-it-slow pretense. We both knew what we wanted, so there was no need to waste time.

Covering her body with mine, I kissed her hard and deep, inhaling her sweet scent deep in my nose.I want to wake up to this every morning. The thought flew into my mind from out of nowhere.Dude, get a grip. Fine, you’re involved, but take it slow.

I kissed her harder, my hands roaming her body, doing my damnedest to drown out the crazy thoughts in my head. It was just Ryder and his romantic notions getting to me, that was all. Focusing, I cupped her breasts, fondling them until she moaned, her breath hot against my chest. I took that as a positive sign and unhooked her bra, dropping it onto the ground as I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking until she bucked against me. I turned my attentions to her other breast, moving my hand lower, cupping her core and pressing against her most sensitive spot.

“Mmmm,” she murmured into my neck as I stroked her.

I peeled the tight fabric off her legs and shed my briefs, hard and ready for her. Positioning myself at just the right angle, I rocked into her. She arched up to meet me and let out a happy sigh.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” she said, pulling me down onto her body, pressing her warm, round breasts against my hard chest. “Ever since you left.”

I didn’t say anything, just thrust harder and deeper as I stared into her marine eyes, clouded with lust. She arched up and I dropped my head lower, kissing her neck, her chest, then finally her soft, sweet lips.

“Come for me,” I murmured into her mouth. She gripped me tighter, squeezing me in between her thighs and arcing up against me, her body hot, a slight sheen of perspiration dewing up on her skin.

“Quinn,” she moaned into the darkness, her body shuddering against mine.

Feeling her unraveling beneath me, I pounded into her, finding my release, then relaxing against her body, now soft and pliant.

Her hands stroked my tight muscles, her fingertips dancing across my hot skin. I rolled off to the side, pulling her up against me, her legs tangling with mine.

“I missed you,” I said, smoothing a damp ringlet of hair out of her eyes.

“Me too.” She nuzzled into my chest and I sighed, content. We lay there in the darkness until we drifted off to sleep, Delaney wrapped up in my arms.

* * *

Ashrill sound broke the quiet of the night and I started, disoriented.Right, I’m with Delaney, I thought, her breath light and even against my chest, her luscious breasts bare against me.

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