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  Pressure built inside of her, making her feel like she was going to fly apart from his tongue doing those wicked and wonderful things to her. She felt as if she was losing control of her own body as her hips jerked and thrust despite Quinn holding her firmly against his incredibly clever mouth.

  He lifted his head and the desire burning in the depths of his gray eyes almost undid her. “Don’t fight it, sweetheart. Come for me now. Hard.”

  And just like that, she did.

  It raced through her, blowing her mind and exploding every molecule in her body as it went on and on, stringing her out as far as she could go before finally releasing her from its grip.

  Damn. They probably heard her scream on the international space station orbiting Earth.

  Falling back, limp and replete, she couldn’t ever remember feeling so relaxed. Not surprising considering she’d never come that hard in her life.

  She looked over at Quinn with something akin to awe filling her being. It was somewhat squelched by the goofy grin of pride etched on his handsome features. She managed a limp grin of her own. “If that’s payback, I need to figure me out a way to get more deeply in your debt.”

  His eyes twinkled with wicked promise. “Oh, we’re not finished yet. We’re just getting started.”

  Knowing she had a pitifully eager look on her face and not caring, she said, “I was hoping you’d say that.”

  “Never doubt it. Now, scoot up.”

  Anxious to see what else he had in store, she hurried to do as he asked, enjoying the sensation of cool cotton sheets on her still-overheated skin.

  He climbed on the bed and straddled her hips, studying her closely. “You know, I’ve been terribly remiss.”

  “Not from my perspective you haven’t.”

  Reaching out, he cupped one of her breasts. “Oh, but I have. I’ve been fantasizing about your beautiful breasts since last night and here I’ve completely neglected them.”

  She gave him what she hoped was a fetching pout. “That’s true, you have.”

  His sexy chuckle of promise was better than any aphrodisiac, causing goose bumps to skitter up her spine and filling her head with images of all the sinful things he might do to her. “Time to fix that omission. And the perfect place to start is right here.”

  With that, he leaned down and brushed a kiss across her tattoo. “You know, this thing is so damned sexy. It’s like an arrow pointing the way to paradise. What made you get it?”

  She tried to focus on what he was saying. He had her so worked up already she could barely think straight, never mind give complex explanations. “What else? A guy. He sorta dared me to get one.”

  He gave the tattoo a playful lick. “And you, of course, had to take the dare.”

  “Of course. He actually wanted me to get his name tattooed there, but I said no way and got the rose instead.”

  “Thank God for that.”

  “Yeah, especially since we broke up shortly afterwards. Typical scenario, I guess. I thought I was in love. He thought he had to move on to greener pastures.”

  “He was an ass. They don’t get any greener than this.”

  He worked his way down from the rose to one already-taut nipple. “You have the sexiest breasts I’ve ever seen.” Leisurely licking and nipping his way across them, he almost drove her mad before he finally took one nipple completely into his hot mouth and sucked hard.

  A rush of heat raced from there to her very core, shocking her with its intensity. How did he do that? Get her so hot, so fast. She should be completely burned out from the orgasm he’d already given her, but here she was, ready for another round.

  When he had her gasping for breath, he lavished the same attention on the other breast, finishing by lightly blowing on the now-wet nipples. She was burning up and the contrast was incredible. If he thought that was cooling her down any, he was completely deluded.

  He trailed kisses down from her breasts, tonguing her navel, then looked up at her. “I just know there’s a story behind this belly ring. Remind me to ask you about it. Later.”

  Grateful she didn’t have to talk, she watched as he continued his downward journey. Her stomach muscles twitched with anticipation and she was desperate for him to continue on farther, but he stopped at her nether curls and kissed his way back to her breasts.

  Just about ready to pathetically start begging, she felt his fingers skim her folds once, twice, and then more firmly. She didn’t need him to tell her she was incredibly wet, but it wasn’t his fingers she needed, it was him. She’d go insane if he didn’t fill her soon.

  Enough was enough. Taking him by surprise, she knocked him onto his back and climbed on board. “Okay, that’s it. I want you inside me now.”

  He chuckled. “Impatient little thing, aren’t you?”

  “Yep. Always was.”

  She reached over and yanked open the drawer on her night table, pulling out a condom. “Thank goodness I still have a few of these left. Been a while since I needed any.”

  “How long’s it been?”

  “Too long. Now shut up and let me concentrate. Don’t want to damage anything.” His feigned look of alarm had her laughing.

  Wanting to make him suffer just a teeny bit, she rolled it on with exaggerated care, pretending to check that it was on properly, making sure it was completely smooth without any crinkles.

  Quinn’s low groan told her she was succeeding. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

  “Sure am.”

  Before he could comment, she rose up on her knees, positioned him with her hand and slowly seated herself over him to the hilt.

  They both groaned in heartfelt ecstasy. Quinn was huge and he filled her completely, in a way she’d never felt filled before.

  “You feel incredible. So hot and wet and tight. I’m going to go mad.”

  “You and me both.”

  Quinn grabbed her hips and started moving. They soon had the perfect pace going and she couldn’t believe the pressure was building again. She’d never come twice in one night before, but it was going to happen tonight. She was sure of it.

  He leaned up and sucked on her breast and like lightning she climaxed again, long and hard, and before she was done, Quinn followed.

  Completely wrung out, collapsing on top of him was all the movement she could manage. She mumbled into his chest, “I think you killed me.”

  He reached up and started stroking her back. “That’s my line.”

  “Not this time it isn’t.”

  He chuckled again. “I don’t think I’ve ever laughed this much during sex.”

  She peeped up at him. “Then you’ve been missing out.”

  “Maybe I have.”

  The soothing sweep of his hand across her back was putting her to sleep, and she fought back a yawn. She felt unbelievably sated, and satisfied, and happy, and content.

  “Tell me the story behind the belly ring.”

  He couldn’t be serious. She barely had enough strength left to breathe, never mind talk. She hiked up her eyelid to check. Yep, he was serious. Weren’t guys the ones who were supposed to pass out right after sex? “There’s not much to tell. It was just something fun to do with my sister. Actually, Kayla wanted a nose ring, but I drew the line there. I pictured having a head cold with it and thought, eww, no thanks. So, her second choice was a belly ring.”

  “Definitely the better choice, given your options.”

  “Speaking of Kayla, don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t want you to spend the night here.”

  His hand stopped its gentle motion. “What?”

  “It’s just that I don’t know when my sister will come home and I don’t want her to find you here.”

  “How old is your sister?”

  “Eighteen. What’s that got to do with it? I don’t think it would set a very good example.”

  “Don’t you think she’s old enough to understand? I mean, she must have a boyfriend herself.”

  “Kayla’s too smart for that. She’s going to university soon and wants to concentrate on her studies. She’s very mature for her age.” Getting annoyed with his attitude, she pushed herself upright. “And that’s not the point anyway. I still don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be here when she gets home.”

  His puzzled expression surprised her. Surely he could understand her concerns. Finally he nodded. “I’ll make sure I’m gone before morning.”

  “Thank you.”

  He sat up and gave her a resounding kiss. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back. I’m not done with you yet. Not by a long shot.”

  Then he jumped out of bed and gave her an outstanding view of his very fine ass as he headed to the bathroom.

  * * *

  “Hey Bree! Whose car’s in the driveway?”

  Quinn’s eyes sprang open at the unfamiliar voice yelling from somewhere else in the house.

  Shit. Brianna’s sister must be home already. Now what?

  The sound of footsteps on the stairs told him she wasn’t far from barging into the bedroom.

  “You still in bed, sleepyhead?”

  He tried to force his brain into motion, but wasn’t having much success. Last night’s sex-fest had apparently sapped not only his body, but his mind as well.

  “Time to get up! What’s with your clothes thrown all over the place out here?” Before he could wake up enough to move, or even contemplate the viability of hiding under the bed, the bedroom door flew open and a vivacious young lady, who looked like a younger version of Brianna, burst in carrying an armload of Brianna’s clothes.

  At the sight of him, she stopped dead in her tracks, and her mouth dropped open.

  Hesitantly, he sat up
in the rumpled bed, grateful the bunched-up blanket covered his morning wood.

  He shook Brianna to try to wake her up. Come on, man, think of something to say. But what could he say? He shouldn’t even be here. “Hi.”

  Now wasn’t that eloquent. And he called himself a lawyer.

  He was spared the effort of thinking of some other inane thing to say when a blinking, bleary-eyed Brianna finally sat up clutching the sheet to her chest. “Kayla! You’re home early.”

  Kayla’s look changed from one of surprise, to one of amusement. “Actually, I’m not. It’s almost eight o’clock. Way past our usual Sunday yard-saleing time. But I can see you had a long, exhausting night.”

  Brianna turned various interesting shades of red before saying, “Don’t be a smartass.”

  Kayla flashed a grin. “So, you gonna introduce me?”

  Now that one he could answer, even in his half-asleep, semi-stunned state. “The name’s Quinn. Quinn MacRae.”

  The attractive teenager’s eyes all but popped out of her head as she looked from him to her sister and back to him again. “The Quinn MacRae?”

  That was an odd comment for her to make. “You’ve heard of me?”

  “Sure…”

  Brianna cut her sister off with what could only be called a look of desperation in her eyes. What was that about? “I’ve mentioned your name a couple of times ’cause you were friends with Steve.”

  “Your sister’s got a good memory.”

  “Yes, she does. Do you think you could give us some privacy, Kayla? We’ll be downstairs shortly.”

  Still grinning, Kayla nodded. “Sure, I’ll see you in the kitchen.” They watched as she closed the door behind her.

  He was in for it now. He’d told Brianna he’d leave before her sister came home and he’d meant to do just that. But they’d made love and fallen asleep, and he’d woken up a couple of times during the night and each time he’d seen Brianna lying beside him, all warm and naked and inviting. He simply couldn’t stop himself from reaching out for her again and again. They’d obviously both finally fallen into an exhausted deep sleep.

  Damn.

  Not that that was any kind of an excuse. He turned to face her and grinned in what he hoped was an apologetic manner. “Sorry. This is all my fault.” He ran his finger down her cheek. “Well, it’s mostly my fault. It’s your fault you’re so irresistible.”

  He waited for the explosion that was certain to come. Her eyes sparkled with emotion, but he couldn’t tell if she was furious or just really, really mad. Not that it would make any difference. Either way she was going to kill him for sure.

  She seemed to be battling with herself, and he had a sudden urge to leap out of bed and race for the bathroom to hide before she took her fury out on him. Since that would have been cowardly, he fought the impulse and decided to do the manly thing—stay right where he was and take what was coming. Besides, he deserved whatever she threw at him.

  Brianna’s eyes welled up, her shoulders shook, and he couldn’t hold off the immediate feeling of panic. Was she about to cry? He sure as hell hoped not. He could feel himself start to cringe from the mere prospect of her copious tears.

  But as usual, Brianna didn’t do the expected. Instead, she erupted in a very loud, gut-deep laugh.

  Blinking in surprise, he watched as she continued to laugh so hard the tears started to roll down her cheeks. And the look on his face seemed to amuse her even more because the next thing he knew she was pointing at him and laughing even harder.

  “You should see your face. I wish I had a camera.”

  “I’m glad I’m so amusing.” Actually, he was glad. It was better than her screaming at him, even if he did deserve it.

  “Oh, believe me, you are.”

  “Well, amusing or not, I really am sorry about this. I had every intention of leaving after the last mind-blowing orgasm, but you wore me out.”

  A picture of Brianna on her hands and knees in front of him, shaking her pretty little ass his way had him wanting to sink into her hot, wet channel all over again. But that’s what got him into trouble in the first place.

  She shook her head. “No, we wore each other out. This isn’t all your fault. I could have kicked you out of bed at any time, but I didn’t. I guess I’m not the only one that’s irresistible.”

  The sheet dropped as she leaned over and lightly bussed his lips. Her beautiful breasts brushed his chest, and just like that the only part of him that had been working last night—because it sure wasn’t his brain—popped back up to full attention.

  Brianna’s fingers closed around his erection and she sighed. “What a waste. You have no idea how much I’d like to follow up on this but we have to get up.”

  “You’re right. No matter how much I want to be inside you again. And believe me, I do. Right here, right now. Hard and fast.”

  Her expression wistful, she gave his cock one last fond squeeze before throwing back the sheet. “I’ll wash up first. I want to get down there and talk to Kayla alone anyway.”

  As he drank in the sight of Brianna’s lovely ass sashaying away, he realized he hadn’t had anywhere near enough of her yet. Last night should have purged him of this annoyingly inconvenient attraction, in fact that had been the point, but instead it was now intensified. He wanted her even more because he knew how good they were together in bed. She was fun, sexy and adventurous. What more could a man want from a lover? Only problem was he wasn’t looking for a lover. He was looking for a woman who was wife material. And Brianna definitely wasn’t that.

  Although, she had surprised him with her responsible attitude about her sister and not wanting him there when she got home. Actually, he’d been more than a little surprised and pleased by that.

  But still, if he wanted to make partner in the firm, he needed a serious wife. One that old man Sanford Horton would think added to his look of stability and dependability. Hell, even for dating purposes, Brianna’s flightiness would give a bad impression.

  His only option if he still wanted to see her was to sneak around with her, and he couldn’t see Brianna going along with that. The truth was, it really wasn’t his style either. He wouldn’t be comfortable with it any more than she would. So, where did that leave them?

  Chapter Four

  Brianna took a deep breath before entering the kitchen to face her sister. She’d never allowed something like this to happen before, even when she’d had a steady boyfriend. Getting caught in bed with Quinn, who was more than likely a one-night stand, was like her worst nightmare and definitely not an example she’d want Kayla to imitate.

  “Hurry up and get in here. I know you’re hovering out there.”

  Brianna peeped around the doorframe and laughed sheepishly. Kayla was leaning against the kitchen counter with her arms crossed, looking very impatient indeed.

  “I guess that was about the last thing you expected to find when you came home today.”

  “Darn right. I mean, you’ve had boyfriends but you’ve never brought them home before.”

  “It shouldn’t have happened this time either. I’m sorry.”

  “Oh, it’s okay. I was just really surprised. You don’t have to worry, I’m not a baby any more. You don’t have to protect me from ‘life’s realities’.”

  “It’s not that. For goodness’ sakes, you’re all grown up now, and heading off to university in a couple of months.”

  “Then what is it?”

  “You know I’m not big on one-night stands, and even though I’ve known Quinn for a couple of years, I don’t really know him well. We’ve never even been on a date, for crying out loud. This whole thing is so not like me.”

  Kayla came over and put an arm around her shoulder. “I know that. But this is Quinn we’re talking about. He’s not a stranger, you’ve liked him for a long time.”

  Brianna enjoyed the unaccustomed sympathy from her sister. It was usually the other way around, with Brianna sympathizing with Kayla on one of her problems. She really was pretty much all grown up, very mature for her age, and Brianna was damned proud of her. “Thanks, Lala.”

  Brianna hugged her sister hard, naturally falling back into using Kayla’s nickname. As a baby, Lala was all Kayla could manage of her name and it had stuck. But she hadn’t let Brianna get away with using it for years. There was something very comforting about the fact that she let her get away with it now.