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The next touch of his lips on hers wasn’t soft at all. It was confident and questing, his lips both firm and gentle, completely intoxicating.

  Brianna felt everything inside her melt and heat up all at once, a curious combination that made her feel as if she would spontaneously combust. Yep, kissing Quinn was as earthshaking as she remembered from last night. She hadn’t imagined it, or built it up into something mammoth in her mind. It was as real and knee-melting as before, and she couldn’t hold back a needy sigh.

  It was funny, but she’d never thought of herself as a particularly passionate person. She put on a good front, but only Quinn seemed to be able to take her to dizzying heights of passion without even trying.

  Damn, he tasted good. All male, with a hint of mint. Completely yummy.

  Brianna tightened her arms around Quinn. Somehow she needed to be closer to him than she already was. She wasn’t sure why since there wasn’t enough space for a microbe between them, but it still wasn’t close enough. Too many clothes, that was the problem.

  Tongues parried, lips meshed and breath entwined. Heat pooled between her thighs. She wanted him more than she wanted her next breath.

  His hands slid down to her butt, cupping her cheeks just like she’d longed for him to do only moments before, and he pulled her hard against his erection.

  Lord, the man was big everywhere.

  She rocked against him, feeling light-headed and slightly powerful all at the same time because she knew she affected him too. Knew he felt exactly the same way she did.

  It took some doing, but with a bit of manipulation, she managed to slide her hand into his shirt and was rewarded with the sound of his quickly indrawn breath.

  She grinned. Just the response she was hoping for. Although two nights ago she would have laughed her ass off at anyone who suggested he would be responding to her touch at all, never mind like this.

  Quinn didn’t waste any time. He danced her backwards until she hit the solid brick wall of the building. She barely noticed the rough texture of the bricks digging into her back. All she could focus on were his large, warm hands, which had finally found their way to her aching breasts. The relief was palpable, even though there was still the unwanted nuisance of her bra and shirt in the way.

  This was what she wanted. Had craved beyond reason. They were in a public place, for crying out loud. But reason had nothing to do with how they were behaving. She could only be grateful it was even darker off to the side here. She really didn’t want to put on a peep show.

  In record time he had her shirt undone and one taut peak in his mouth, sucking and licking through the fine sheer fabric of her bra. His hand cupped her other breast, and it was all she could do not to rip off her clothes right then and there in her quest to ease the ache his touch somehow managed to both soothe and amplify.

  It was blissful torment that seemed somehow sharper, more intense, even more exciting, because they could be caught at any moment. God, when had she turned into a closet exhibitionist? And was that even possible? Wasn’t that an oxymoron?

  She fisted her hands in his hair and pulled his mouth back up to hers. “Kiss me, Quinn.”

  “Anything you say, beautiful.” And his mouth ravaged hers, showing more than words ever could that he craved her taste as much as she did his.

  Nibbling and licking, teeth nipping and tongues seeking. It was everything a kiss should be and more.

  Somewhere in the back of her mind, Brianna realized the music had stopped. She knew there was some reason that should worry her but she couldn’t think clearly enough to figure out why.

  It was the sound of voices coming closer, intruding on their private little world, that finally broke them apart.

  Quinn’s forehead rested against hers and their harsh breathing almost drowned out the voices. “We need to go someplace more private to finish this.”

  “Yes.” It was all she could think of to say between gasps. “Yes.”

  “Do you have to go back to the kitchen?”

  She shook her head. “No, I’m done for the night.”

  He nodded. “Let’s go.”

  Pulling herself together enough to realize she couldn’t go back inside with her shirt gaping open, she gathered both ends and did up the buttons with shaking fingers. “We can go to my place. My sister’s not coming home tonight.”

  She wasn’t sure why, but she didn’t want to go to Quinn’s. Somehow she felt more in control if she was on her own turf.

  “Sure thing. You ready?”

  Brianna fastened the last button and tugged her shirt into place. “Yeah.”

  Quinn couldn’t believe Brianna was on the same page as him. Surprised, but unbelievably grateful. He was so hard he was in agony, and the only thing on his mind was that he had to hurry and get them to her place before she changed her mind.

  Not very gallant of him, but definitely the way he felt. The word dweeb wafted through his consciousness for the umpteenth time in the last few days. Brianna definitely brought out a side of him he didn’t know still existed.

  Glancing Brianna’s way before heading back inside, he took in her disheveled appearance, and was awed by how beautiful she was with her hair mussed and lips looking full and thoroughly kissed by him.

  After years of fighting this attraction, he was finally going to give in to it, and he planned on enjoying every minute. And on making sure she enjoyed it, too. In the process, he hoped to get her out of his system so he could get her out of his mind and move on to someone more suitable. He wasn’t particularly proud of feeling this way, but ignoring her hadn’t worked all that well. Maybe this would do the trick.

  He grabbed her hand and led them through the few remaining people inside. “Did you drive here?”

  She stopped in her tracks. “No, I came with the company van. You know, I’d better let Wanda know I have a ride home.”

  Her fingers slipped out of his grasp and he watched her run back to the kitchen, studiously ignoring the way his hand felt empty and bereft without her. He hoped she hurried back.

  Restlessly, he looked around and spotted Mark, cornered by the same blonde he couldn’t get rid of earlier. Poor guy. Thankfully Brianna returned before Mark saw him as he really wasn’t in the mood to talk.

  Instinctively, he grabbed Brianna’s hand again, wanting to feel her warmth once more.

  “Good thing I went back. I almost forgot my purse.”

  With his brain stalled out he couldn’t think of anything intelligent to say so he simply nodded in reply. Wryly, he acknowledged the problem was that there was still a distinct lack of blood circulating anywhere near his brain, something that seemed to happen a lot around Brianna. Grinning to himself, he made a beeline out to his car with her in tow. Deftly following Brianna’s directions to her place, he drove through town in record time. The only mystery was how he managed to elude getting a speeding ticket.

  Once there, they raced to the front door where she struggled to find her keys. It would have gone faster if he’d stopped kissing and touching her long enough so she could actually search through her purse, but he just couldn’t help himself.

  At last managing to unlock the door despite their grope-fest, they all but fell inside when the door finally gave way.

  Quinn laughed, holding her close. “I don’t think I’ve been in this much of a hurry since I was a teenager.”

  She giggled. “Me either.”

  Needing to slow things down a bit, he pushed her against the wall and held her hands over her head. When he had her undivided attention, he brushed her luscious mouth with his own in a barely there kiss, quickly following it up by nipping and sucking on her bottom lip.

  She started squirming. “Don’t tease.”

  “I’m not teasing, I just don’t want this to be over before we’ve even begun. I have a lot of things I want to do to you, and none of them include a quickie.”

  She waggled her eyebrows. “Why not?”

 
“Because I want to explore every inch of you. Get to know every crevice of your body. Every dip and curve, taste and texture. Know everything you like, and how and where and when.”

  Her breath hitched. “Wow.”

  “It’s going to be amazing between us. I can feel it.”

  She nodded slowly. “I feel it, too.” A grin of pure mischief crossed her face. “But I still think a quickie sounds like fun.”

  Quinn laughed again. He couldn’t help it. There was something freeing about being around Brianna.

  She suddenly pushed away from him. Caught off guard, he stumbled back.

  “Catch me if you can!” And with a laughing wave, she raced away, tossing pieces of clothing in her wake.

  She wanted to play, did she? He grinned and took off after her. “Oh I’ll catch you, all right. And when I do, look out.”

  “Promises. Promises. Actions speak louder than words, you know.”

  “I’ll show you some action you’ll never forget.”

  “You have to catch me first!” Her carefree giggling floated back to him at the same moment her bra landed squarely on his head. How did she keep doing that? He pulled it aside and groaned as he realized she was now naked from the waist up. Talk about incentive.

  Feeling like one of the stampeding bulls at Pamplona, he decided it was time to stop playing around and get down to business. The business of pleasuring Ms. Brianna Michaels.

  She’d obviously decided the same thing ’cause when he caught up to her she was draped across the bed in a very fetching pose with all her assets in lovely display. She’d lost the pants somewhere along the way and now her only covering was a miniscule black thong.

  If he hadn’t already been so hard he could use his dick as a weapon, this would have done it. She was every man’s fantasy and the only real fantasy he’d had for the last few years.

  He stepped into the room. “You’re not making this very challenging.”

  Her mouth formed a pretty moue that brought an immediate visual of having it wrapped around his cock, causing said member to twitch. “You don’t think so?”

  “You didn’t make me have to catch you.”

  She tipped her head to the side. “True, but I decided it was more fun being caught than being pursued.”

  He laughed and took a step towards her. “I can’t argue with that.”

  She held up a hand. “However…”

  Quinn stopped in his tracks. Please don’t let her change her mind. His stomach dropped to the level of his throbbing hard-on begging for immediate attention. “However, what?”

  “However, I don’t want you to think I’m easy.”

  He blinked. Where had that come from? “Easy. There’s nothing easy about you, sweetheart.”

  She grinned, revealing a cute little dimple just left of her mouth. “You say that now, but will you respect me in the morning?”

  The mischief twinkling in her eyes told him she was kidding, although he had no clue where she was going with this, and he really didn’t care because he had other more important things on his mind. “No matter what I answer, you won’t believe me. How can you believe anything a guy with a hard-on the size of Mount Everest says?”

  “Hmmm. I see your point.”

  He’d resumed walking towards her during their little exchange and now stopped directly in front of her.

  She reached over and clasped him through his pants, measuring him from tip to balls, almost causing his eyes to cross in sheer ecstasy. “I also see you’re not exaggerating about the Mount Everest thing. Lucky me!”

  The exquisite torture of her hand squeezing him was almost more than he could take. “No, I’m the lucky one,” he managed to choke out.

  “I guess we’ll see soon enough.”

  He sure hoped so.

  Thankfully, Brianna didn’t leave him wondering for long as she made quick work of his cummerbund, and before he could even begin to figure out how to get the noose fondly called a black tie unstuck from around his neck, his pants were pooled around his feet.

  She slapped away his clumsy efforts to extricate himself from the stubborn tie. “Here, let me.”

  While she was taking care of that end, he toed off his shoes, and shucked his pants and socks. His shirt went next, leaving him wondering just how much practice she’d had in stripping guys that she’d managed it so quickly. The unpleasant thought had him frowning. He didn’t much like the idea of her being with other men. And how stupid was that considering they weren’t in a serious relationship.

  “What’s the frown for?” Her fingers gently smoothed away the creases on his brow.

  “I’m just thinking you’re overdressed.”

  Her laugh had a musical lilt that made him smile from deep inside. “I’ll take off mine if you take off yours.”

  “You’re on.”

  He started to rid himself of his boxers, intending to win, but the sight of Brianna, breasts bouncing, falling back on the bed, raising her hips and yanking her thong off was too great a distraction. He didn’t even fight it, just stopped what he was doing and enjoyed the show.

  Standing this close to her, he could see her panties were already wet and something inside him leapt, or maybe it was just his cock. Brianna was as turned on as he was and it felt damned good to know it.

  Squealing in victory, she held her thong aloft. “Ha! I win!”

  Quinn chuckled at her exuberance. Perhaps that was one of the things about her that appealed so much to him. It was odd because he’d always thought her high-spiritedness was what he didn’t like about her. That it made her too flighty and unpredictable. Maybe he’d been wrong about that. Could that vivaciousness be what was missing in his life? “You certainly do.”

  Without taking his gaze off her, he made quick work of his underwear.

  Her eyes were bright with anticipation, and she rubbed her hands together. “So, what do I get?”

  His voice dropped to a low rumble. “What do you want?”

  She suddenly went very serious as she seemingly considered her choices. “Gee, I don’t know. There are so many things I’d like.” She tapped her finger against her cheek. “A new car might be nice. Or a new TV.”

  For a split second he thought she was serious, but then her sweet grin, complete with that adorable dimple, broke out and she looked him up and down, her gaze finally resting on his throbbing dick. She licked her lips, almost completely undoing him in the process. “Then again, I’ve always wanted to climb Mount Everest.”

  Quinn couldn’t hold back the groan as her hand closed around his cock and she ran her thumb over the weeping tip. A shudder wracked through him and his knees almost buckled. “You can climb anything you want, sweetheart.”

  She nodded slowly, her gaze locked on his cock. “Oh, I intend to.”

  And sweet heaven, she took him into her hot, moist mouth and sucked on him as if he was her favorite flavor of lollipop.

  Chapter Three

  Raw need crashed through Brianna, and she trembled with pent-up excitement.

  Who would have thought giving a guy a blowjob would be such a turn-on for her? But then, this wasn’t just any guy. It was Quinn. Quinn whom she’d loved from afar for what felt like forever. Well, it was more like a couple of years, but it felt like forever.

  She knew this didn’t mean the same thing to Quinn that it did to her, but that was okay. She wasn’t ready for commitment anyway, and having these memories with him would last her a lifetime.

  Hell, maybe it would even help her get over him in some weird and warped way. Work him out of her system. Then again, maybe not, but she’d sure have fun finding out.

  Running her tongue along the length of him, she marveled at his size. He wasn’t kidding about the Mount Everest thing and she thoroughly enjoyed exploring every inch of him. If Quinn’s groans and thrusting motions were any indication, he was enjoying her explorations, too.

  “Stop! I’m going to come if y
ou don’t.”

  She gave his impressive erection one last longing lick. “You can by me.”

  He closed his eyes and shuddered. “You have no idea what your saying that just did to me.”

  Throwing his head back, he inhaled deeply and then slowly let it out, apparently fighting for control. She perched on the edge of the bed and waited. Finally, his gaze locked with hers. “I want to come when I’m buried deep inside you, and not a minute sooner. There’s no way I’m going to let things end so fast. I have big plans for you tonight, and they include me tasting every bit of you. When I’m through with you, you’ll know what it is to be thoroughly ravished.”

  Okay, she was officially melting now. She swallowed. Hard. “Ravished is good.”

  That didn’t come out quite as playfully as she’d intended, but it was the best she could do considering she was now so wet and ready for him her brain had completely shorted out. “Since you’re the one with the big plans, what’s next?”

  Quinn gave a lusty grin and gently pushed her back on the bed. “It’s payback time.”

  She giggled. “Now that sounds promising.”

  “You have no idea.”

  She thought maybe she did, at least she hoped she did. But the mischief sparkling in the back of his eyes made her not as certain as she might have been. Oh well, she’d just have to wait and see. This whole taking things slow thing was excruciating for her. She wasn’t patient at the best of times.

  The first touch of his mouth on her inner thigh came without preamble. Damn, he didn’t waste any time. A rush of heat enveloped her, making her break out in a sweat and shiver in anticipation all at the same time. Was he really going to do this?

  The next swipe of his tongue on her most private center left her in no doubt and she almost climaxed from just that one touch. After that he licked and suckled her with obvious relish, making her writhe from the exquisite bliss.

  None of her boyfriends had ever done this for her, and here was Quinn, their first time together, going out of his way to give her pleasure. If she hadn’t already loved him, this would have done it. She tried not to think about the fact that Quinn didn’t feel the same way about her. This was about pleasure, nothing more.