shook her from the inside out.
“Yes,” he confirmed. “I want you to remember there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I know it won’t go away completely, but try not to let it stop you from taking what you want.”
“I’ll try,” she squeaked.
“That’s all I ask,” he replied, scanning the air around her. Then he smiled as he found her eyes. “My questions are done now. No more asking for permission. I’m going to do what I want, and if you don’t like it, you’re going to have to tell me.”
She nodded as a shudder rocked her body. Just the thought of him doing what he wanted with her had her hips twitching like mad. When did she become so damn libidinous?
His satisfied smile stayed in place as he leaned close, perching his lips on hers. Then he softly kissed before pulling away. When his hand left her face, his t-shirt disappeared.
Layla flinched and blinked. Then she laughed as she rolled her eyes at herself. “That’s convenient.”
She looked at his exposed torso, and the next thing she knew, her fingers were on his ridged abdomen, like they had a mind of their own and were determined to explore every groove. She’d known he was muscular, but seeing him shirtless was like the unveiling of Michelangelo’s David , only way better, because Quin’s bronze skin felt nothing like cold, uninviting stone. Warm and smooth, it stretched over immaculate angles, tempting her to cuddle him like she would a fuzzy pillow or a furry kitten. He was beyond perfect, and she felt quite blessed her sense of touch was alive and well.
As she ran a fingernail along the defined indentation below his abs, a chill swept over her, and she looked down, gasping at her bare breasts. Her tank top was gone! She was shirtless!
She frantically tried to hide herself, but folding so soon wasn’t on Quin’s agenda. He grabbed her wrists then stretched them over her head, watching her face and aura to make sure she wasn’t scared. She was embarrassed and insecure, with flaming cheeks and lips, and round eyes bigger than he’d ever seen them, but she didn’t fear his actions, only his gaze.
Keeping her wrists in one hand, he slid the other to her flushed cheek. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Layla. You have a beautiful body.” What he’d seen of it was beyond beautiful; it was flawless, but telling her so would only brighten her blush.
She swallowed and fidgeted, but she didn’t fight his hold on her wrists or ask him to cover her up. Instead, she closed her eyes and forced herself to hold still.
Quin smiled as he glanced at her aura. Then he let his gaze roam to her chest. He’d never seen a more perfect pair of breasts, and his years of experience with beautiful women suddenly seemed inadequate. None of them could have prepared him for Layla. She was on an entirely different level than his previous lovers, and for a tiny second, he doubted his ability to step that high. His determination, however, was unwavering.
He didn’t want to startle her, so he maintained skin contact as he moved his hand from her pink cheek to a nipple of the same color. It puckered under his thumb, and his heart stuttered as he bowed his head, flattening his tongue over textured flesh. Her chest fell as her lungs deflated, and he followed it down, dipping his tongue into the warm cleft between her breasts. As his taste buds ascended supple skin, seizing her other nipple, she arched, flooding his senses with her sweet scent. Her wrists wiggled, trying to escape, so he let go, hoping like hell she wouldn’t push him away.
She didn’t push him away, but pulled him nearer, diving her fingers into his hair and filling his mouth with billowy flesh. More thankful than he’d ever been, Quin groaned and scooted closer, cupping her breasts in both palms. His muscles were achingly tight, but the burn was a small price to pay to indulge in her ambrosia.
Her grip eventually eased as one of her hands slid to his shoulder, flexing
“Yes,” he confirmed. “I want you to remember there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I know it won’t go away completely, but try not to let it stop you from taking what you want.”
“I’ll try,” she squeaked.
“That’s all I ask,” he replied, scanning the air around her. Then he smiled as he found her eyes. “My questions are done now. No more asking for permission. I’m going to do what I want, and if you don’t like it, you’re going to have to tell me.”
She nodded as a shudder rocked her body. Just the thought of him doing what he wanted with her had her hips twitching like mad. When did she become so damn libidinous?
His satisfied smile stayed in place as he leaned close, perching his lips on hers. Then he softly kissed before pulling away. When his hand left her face, his t-shirt disappeared.
Layla flinched and blinked. Then she laughed as she rolled her eyes at herself. “That’s convenient.”
She looked at his exposed torso, and the next thing she knew, her fingers were on his ridged abdomen, like they had a mind of their own and were determined to explore every groove. She’d known he was muscular, but seeing him shirtless was like the unveiling of Michelangelo’s David , only way better, because Quin’s bronze skin felt nothing like cold, uninviting stone. Warm and smooth, it stretched over immaculate angles, tempting her to cuddle him like she would a fuzzy pillow or a furry kitten. He was beyond perfect, and she felt quite blessed her sense of touch was alive and well.
As she ran a fingernail along the defined indentation below his abs, a chill swept over her, and she looked down, gasping at her bare breasts. Her tank top was gone! She was shirtless!
She frantically tried to hide herself, but folding so soon wasn’t on Quin’s agenda. He grabbed her wrists then stretched them over her head, watching her face and aura to make sure she wasn’t scared. She was embarrassed and insecure, with flaming cheeks and lips, and round eyes bigger than he’d ever seen them, but she didn’t fear his actions, only his gaze.
Keeping her wrists in one hand, he slid the other to her flushed cheek. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Layla. You have a beautiful body.” What he’d seen of it was beyond beautiful; it was flawless, but telling her so would only brighten her blush.
She swallowed and fidgeted, but she didn’t fight his hold on her wrists or ask him to cover her up. Instead, she closed her eyes and forced herself to hold still.
Quin smiled as he glanced at her aura. Then he let his gaze roam to her chest. He’d never seen a more perfect pair of breasts, and his years of experience with beautiful women suddenly seemed inadequate. None of them could have prepared him for Layla. She was on an entirely different level than his previous lovers, and for a tiny second, he doubted his ability to step that high. His determination, however, was unwavering.
He didn’t want to startle her, so he maintained skin contact as he moved his hand from her pink cheek to a nipple of the same color. It puckered under his thumb, and his heart stuttered as he bowed his head, flattening his tongue over textured flesh. Her chest fell as her lungs deflated, and he followed it down, dipping his tongue into the warm cleft between her breasts. As his taste buds ascended supple skin, seizing her other nipple, she arched, flooding his senses with her sweet scent. Her wrists wiggled, trying to escape, so he let go, hoping like hell she wouldn’t push him away.
She didn’t push him away, but pulled him nearer, diving her fingers into his hair and filling his mouth with billowy flesh. More thankful than he’d ever been, Quin groaned and scooted closer, cupping her breasts in both palms. His muscles were achingly tight, but the burn was a small price to pay to indulge in her ambrosia.
Her grip eventually eased as one of her hands slid to his shoulder, flexing
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