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and bring him along, but he didn’t trust himself to behave, and he and Quinn needed to make a trip to the chemist’s before things could go any further. He figured some supplies were in order.
    Once he was showered and dressed, he walked over to the bed and crouched down beside it, looking at Quinn for a few minutes before leaning over to press a soft kiss to those perfect lips. “Time to wake up, sleeping beauty.”
The angelic smile he got as those impossibly long lashes fluttered open almost took his breath away. “I told you, m’not beautiful.”
    Cian couldn’t help but lean in and nuzzle his nose against Quinn’s. “And I told you I beg to differ, love.” He kissed him gently again. “You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.” His deep whisper sent shivers down Quinn’s spine.
“Come back to bed.”
     
And Cian almost did but stopped short. “Uh-uh. We’ve got some places to see and some stops to make.”
     
“More important than this?” Quinn rolled onto his side, the sheet covering his lower half sliding down dangerously, barely keeping his limited modesty intact. Cian leaned over him, pressing him back into the mattress, and kissed him desperately, both of them groaning with want.
    He pulled back when he needed to breathe and looked into Quinn’s eyes. His pupils were blown wide, ringed by a gorgeous caramel color, and they beckoned him to forget everything else and just stay. But he couldn’t.
    He reached up and traced over the soft planes of Quinn cheeks, caressing his lips with adoring fingers. “Sweetheart, I’d like nothing more than to stay here and never let you leave this bed, but before this goes any further, we need to get a few things, and for that, we need a trip to the chemist’s.”
    Quinn looked at him in confusion for a second, working out what he meant. Cian could see it the second he clued in, and it was adorable the way the blush spread down from his face and over his torso before disappearing under the sheet that was barely covering him.
“Oh yeah. I guess I wasn’t really prepared for… that.”
    Cian couldn’t help but grin at this Quinn, the one who was shy, sweet, and blushing. Cian sat on the edge of the mattress and trailed his fingers over the soft skin of Quinn’s stomach, reveling in the tiny shivers racking his frame.
    “If you’re trying to get me out of bed, you’re not being very convincing.” Quinn stretched languidly, arching his body into Cian’s touch, and Cian had a hard time remembering why Quinn getting up was so important.
    He brought his hand back up and curled it around the back of Quinn’s head, using it to pull him into a kiss that was as demanding as it was tender. When they broke to breathe, Quinn laid his head in Cian’s lap, just relaxing, enjoying the closeness that wasn’t really asking anything of him.
Cian raked through Quinn’s soft hair, loving how the silky tresses felt slipping through his fingers.
     
Quinn’s eyes closed and he almost purred with pleasure. “Hmmm, feels nice.” He snuggled his face a little closer to Cian’s belly, drifting in a lazy haze.
    Of course, Quinn’s hot breath against that thin strip of exposed skin between his shirt and jeans didn’t do much to calm Cian down. He tangled his fingers into the soft locks and turned Quinn’s head so he could see his eyes.
“You know, darlin’, the sooner you’re up and about, the sooner we can eat—” Quinn’s stomach chose that moment to make itself known, gurgling loudly. Quinn was thoroughly embarrassed, but Cian just shushed him.
     
“And the sooner we can stop at the store, we can get what we need, and get back here.” He punctuated his words with breathy kisses over Quinn’s face.
    Quinn levered himself up onto one elbow so he could press a long, slow kiss to Cian’s inviting mouth. When he pulled back, he smiled mischievously. “Okay, then.” He pushed Cian back and sat up. “Guess I’d better go and shower.”
    With that, he