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CHAPTER6
Wes
That kiss changed everything.I was planning on being subtle, cautious, and slow when it came to getting Quinn to admit her feelings for me, but after that night? There is no way I can do that.
Hence why I'm standing outside her apartment door with coffee and donuts, waiting for her to answer. I knock for the third time, wondering if she's still sleeping when I hear soft footfalls on the other side of the door.
I'm not prepared for what I see once that door opens, and Quinn is standing in front of me in nothing but an oversized band T-shirt. From where I'm standing, I can't tell if she's wearing anything else.
“Wes? What are you doing here?” she asks, wiping the sleep from her eyes.
Fucking hell, I didn't think this through. For some reason, I thought she’d be up and at least dressed, but no, I didn't consider that the owner of a pub would be a late riser...idiot.
“I wanted to bring you breakfast,” I mutter, my eyes not leaving her legs...the legs that look a mile longer under that shirt, causing my brain to keep short-circuiting. “Did I wake you?” Stupid question.
“Yeah.” She blushes through a shy smile that sends all kinds of inappropriate thoughts filtering through my head. “But it's okay. Is that coffee?” she questions, eyeing the tray of Starbucks cups in my left hand.
I silently nod as she moves aside and lets me in.“I got you a mocha. I hope that's okay?”
She shuts the door and leads me into the kitchen, which opens up into the living room that seems small yet spacious at the same time.“Are you kidding? You got me hot chocolate and coffee mixed. I don't think a girl alive would turn down that drink.”
A chuckle rumbles through my chest as I set down the tray along with the box of donuts on her island counter. I watch with rapt fascination as she brings the coffee to her lips and takes a long sip. Typically, nothing is erotic about a woman drinking a cup of coffee. Most of the time, I pay no mind, but right now, my eyes are glued to the way her throat works as she swallows each gulp. I notice the way her body relaxes the instant the liquid touches her lips, and make no mistake, I hear the way she moans while she closes her eyes at the taste.
“Please tell me you have something on under that shirt?” I blurt out.
Her eyes snap open and land on mine.“Umm…” Her eyes widen as a growl I have never heard in my life escapes my throat. “Is that something you should be asking me right now?” she questions, a teasing sparkle in her eyes. She takes another sip, this time without breaking eye contact, and I know she's playing with me.
“Angel, don't play with me right now. I'm hanging on by a thread as it is.”
Her head tilts as if she doesn't realize her effect on me.
“After last night, knowing how soft those lips of yours are and having you get off on my lap, I don't think I can stay away if you're naked under that shirt.” It's the truth, and I hope to God I don't scare her.
But after those words leave my mouth, Quinn’s demeanor changes. I watch as she sets the coffee cup down on the counter next to her and leans back against the island, allowing her ample chest to demand all of my attention.“Would that be such a bad thing?”
I close my eyes, taking a moment for those words to sink deep into my soul. “Quinn…” I warn, growling at the way her face flushes and her legs snap together. Yup, if she doesn't go back into her room and get dressed, I won't be able to stop what's about to happen.
“What?” she asks innocently as she picks up that cup of coffee and takes another sip, moaning the same way, causing my cock to jump to full attention.
“You know exactly what you're doing,” I warn once more, taking one step toward her as those green eyes widen. “Think very carefully about what you do next, Angel, because if you don't go back into that room of yours and get some pants on, I can't promise I won't devour that pussy the way you deserve.”
My hands cage her in against the counter as her head tilts back, and that cocky smirk flashes across her beautiful face. I expect her to say something brash right back to me, but what I don't expect is for her fingers to find the edge of her shirt and begin to lift. And it doesn't take long before I notice just how bare she is under that scrap of fabric.
This is the moment when every plan I had for the morning goes up in flames because before I can comprehend what I'm doing, my lips are on hers, devouring her mouth like a starved man. Her moans send everything into hyperdrive as my hands take that shirt from her grip and rip it over her head, leaving her blissfully naked in front of me.
“Fucking hell, Angel, you are—" I don't have a chance to finish that sentence before her mouth is back on mine and all rational thought leaves my brain.
All I wanted to do this morning was talk over some donuts, but now all I can think about is getting my mouth on the pussy that has been haunting my dreams since I dropped her off last night.
“Wes,” she moans, her head thrown back against the cabinets behind her, and I know what we did last night will not be enough for either of us.
After detaching my lips, my forehead meets hers as my hands travel down the sides of that luscious body and bask in the tremors that course through her.
“What are you doing to me?” she questions.
I open my mouth to answer with something sarcastic but think better of it and decide to just show her with my mouth.
My lips trace a line from her neck all the way past her breasts, loving the catch in her breath as my teeth graze over her puckered nipples. My gaze catches hers as her fingers grip the edge of the counter so hard her knuckles turn white. It's at this point when I sink to my knees, knowing exactly what I want.
