almost fell asleep in his arms. “ Mm , Quinn.”
Quinn leaned over to look at her beautiful features. Dark circles purpled beneath her eyes, giving way to the fact that she’d been working hard and nonstop. He’d sent guards out to check on the scientists, unable to force himself to go back. Even now, after weeks had passed, jealousy reared its ugly head inside him.
When the guards reported her return to the palace, he’d sworn to himself that he wasn’t going to see her. Or, if he did, he was going to act nonchalant. He stood around the corner, listening to the report she gave Kirill. Just the sound of her low, professional voice had stirred his blood and in that moment he knew he could no longer stay away from her than he could live without air in his lungs. He just had to see her.
The palace had become a dismal place without her in it. How it happened in such a short time, he’d never know. He missed her, fantasized about her--and not just about sex, though he did have those thoughts aplenty. He fantasized about her soft laugh, about the light noise she made when she was nervous, or the strange tunes he’d heard her hum when she was preoccupied. He was sure she didn’t even know she did it.
Or like how in bed she liked it when he stroked to the left just a little harder than the right. How sensitive her breasts were and how she enjoyed it when he bit at them. How she was the most vocal woman he’d ever brought to climax--which did great things for any man’s ego. Not once did she get all shy about it, worrying about who might have heard her. All that he’d learned in just a few short days of knowing her.
All that was permanently committed to his memory.
As her chest rose and fell in even breaths, he smiled. She was asleep, her arms draped over his neck.
Carefully, he stood. Tori mumbled in light protest as he lifted her from the tub. Then, pulling a towel from nearby he tried to dry them both off. Her eyes opened lazily and she grinned at him, a catlike smile that drove him to distraction.
“Why don’t you carry me to the bed?” she murmured, content to lean against him. “I don’t think I can walk.”
Quinn chuckled and easily lifted her into his arms. Laying her on the bed, he drew the covers over them and pulled her into the cradle of his body.
“You’re not going to take off again, are you?” he asked, almost hesitant. Her eyes were closed and she couldn’t see the vulnerable look that crossed his features.
Lazily, she opened one eye to look him over. “Are you just going to lay there cowboy, or are you going to saddle up?”
Quinn frowned, confused. “Cowboy?”
“Mm, never mind, I’ll have to explain the concept later.” Tori lifted her arms around his neck and a soft chuckle escaped her. “It could be fun.”
“Then you must definitely explain it to me,” Quinn murmured.
Tori was still sleepy, but her body had warmed to the idea of making love to him again--this time slower.
Her fingers roamed aimlessly along the deep contours of his chest. “Why don’t you be on top this time?”
Quinn didn’t have to be asked twice. He maneuvered his hips between hers, rotating to lie on top of her.
He made love to her slowly, savoring her body with his mouth and hands. His lips latched onto her heated center, bringing her to climax with his exploring tongue and lips. And, as the shivers of it still racked her, he lifted himself and entered her in slow, deep strokes, keeping the sensation alive.
Tori loved the look of him above her, of his graceful, streamlined body. She liked how his muscles moved and bent beneath his flesh as he thrust his hard length inside her. Her arms moved lazily, nearly too exhausted to lift up to him. But it felt too good. She never wanted him to stop.
Quinn brought her again to climax. It was a gentle washing of tremors compared to the hard force they experienced in the bath. He drew out the bittersweet moment so the pleasure lasted a long time. Finally,
Quinn leaned over to look at her beautiful features. Dark circles purpled beneath her eyes, giving way to the fact that she’d been working hard and nonstop. He’d sent guards out to check on the scientists, unable to force himself to go back. Even now, after weeks had passed, jealousy reared its ugly head inside him.
When the guards reported her return to the palace, he’d sworn to himself that he wasn’t going to see her. Or, if he did, he was going to act nonchalant. He stood around the corner, listening to the report she gave Kirill. Just the sound of her low, professional voice had stirred his blood and in that moment he knew he could no longer stay away from her than he could live without air in his lungs. He just had to see her.
The palace had become a dismal place without her in it. How it happened in such a short time, he’d never know. He missed her, fantasized about her--and not just about sex, though he did have those thoughts aplenty. He fantasized about her soft laugh, about the light noise she made when she was nervous, or the strange tunes he’d heard her hum when she was preoccupied. He was sure she didn’t even know she did it.
Or like how in bed she liked it when he stroked to the left just a little harder than the right. How sensitive her breasts were and how she enjoyed it when he bit at them. How she was the most vocal woman he’d ever brought to climax--which did great things for any man’s ego. Not once did she get all shy about it, worrying about who might have heard her. All that he’d learned in just a few short days of knowing her.
All that was permanently committed to his memory.
As her chest rose and fell in even breaths, he smiled. She was asleep, her arms draped over his neck.
Carefully, he stood. Tori mumbled in light protest as he lifted her from the tub. Then, pulling a towel from nearby he tried to dry them both off. Her eyes opened lazily and she grinned at him, a catlike smile that drove him to distraction.
“Why don’t you carry me to the bed?” she murmured, content to lean against him. “I don’t think I can walk.”
Quinn chuckled and easily lifted her into his arms. Laying her on the bed, he drew the covers over them and pulled her into the cradle of his body.
“You’re not going to take off again, are you?” he asked, almost hesitant. Her eyes were closed and she couldn’t see the vulnerable look that crossed his features.
Lazily, she opened one eye to look him over. “Are you just going to lay there cowboy, or are you going to saddle up?”
Quinn frowned, confused. “Cowboy?”
“Mm, never mind, I’ll have to explain the concept later.” Tori lifted her arms around his neck and a soft chuckle escaped her. “It could be fun.”
“Then you must definitely explain it to me,” Quinn murmured.
Tori was still sleepy, but her body had warmed to the idea of making love to him again--this time slower.
Her fingers roamed aimlessly along the deep contours of his chest. “Why don’t you be on top this time?”
Quinn didn’t have to be asked twice. He maneuvered his hips between hers, rotating to lie on top of her.
He made love to her slowly, savoring her body with his mouth and hands. His lips latched onto her heated center, bringing her to climax with his exploring tongue and lips. And, as the shivers of it still racked her, he lifted himself and entered her in slow, deep strokes, keeping the sensation alive.
Tori loved the look of him above her, of his graceful, streamlined body. She liked how his muscles moved and bent beneath his flesh as he thrust his hard length inside her. Her arms moved lazily, nearly too exhausted to lift up to him. But it felt too good. She never wanted him to stop.
Quinn brought her again to climax. It was a gentle washing of tremors compared to the hard force they experienced in the bath. He drew out the bittersweet moment so the pleasure lasted a long time. Finally,
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