that sort of thing just to get me all riled up.”
“Think what you want, kitten. But we both know that if we were to throw away all pretenses, you’d find that you not only like me, but you want me. Just as bad as I want you. Admit it.” He knew he was being arrogant, but he didn’t care when he knew it to be the truth.
“There’s no point in continuing to tell you that you’re a bastard. Who even talks like that?” She shook her head as he laughed, though when she tried to pull free of him with a halfhearted attempt, he refused to let her go.
As soon as they got off the wooden boardwalk and onto the sand, Emma stepped out of her heels while holding onto him for balance, reminding him of their elevator escapade. She tossed her shoes onto the boardwalk but now that Quinn had her in his arms, there was no way he was letting go of her so easily. Not when he’d so desperately wanted her all these months.
With her curves pressed to his body, he lost what little control he’d been managing to hold onto. He caught her bottom lip between his teeth as he palmed her ass and pulled her to him, his hard-on throbbing with a dull ache against his jeans, insisting on a bit of release.
“Sweetheart, I want you, and I’m not going to rest until I have you.”
“You said this wasn’t part of the deal, Quinn.” And yet she wasn’t pushing him away, but rather leaning into him.
“It’s not.” He trailed kisses down her throat and to her ear, until she was all but moaning in his arms.
“ Damn you, Quinn .” Emma fisted her hands in his shirt and kissed him, her tongue finding his with a needy whimper, her hips shifting and pressing against his cock. And when she spoke, it was with her lips still pressed against his, as if she couldn’t quite pull herself away. “I don’t want to like you. Especially not like this.”
He couldn’t help but smile as he trailed kisses down her neck, sucking, nipping, loving how her body responded to him, her little moans of need and pleasure. “Why fight it when I can give you pleasure like you’ve never felt before? Don’t you want my cock filling you, stretching you tight, making you come so many times you won’t be able to keep count?” As if her silence was permission enough, Quinn cupped her breasts, his thumbs making devastating passes against her nipples.
Emma made a strangled sound, kissing him hard as she gave in to her body’s demands, and gripped his cock through his jeans, stroking it as it pulsed in her hand. Quinn swore he’d come right then if she kept it up, like some teenager touched for the first time, and he couldn’t remember ever wanting anyone more than he wanted her.
Yet this wasn’t about him. It was all about her. About her needs. Her pleasure. It had to be. And he’d be damned if he knew when that epic shift had happened. He always made sure he took good care of his dates, but it’d still been all about him and his satisfaction. With Emma? It felt different. Completely. Which was definitely uncharted territory for him.
He spun her around in his arms, so her back pressed against his chest as his hands slipped up to her breasts, cupping the weight of them before pinching her nipples. Her back arched to press her breasts more fully into his palms, even as she let out a needy sound of protest. “Hush, sweetheart…I promise to take good care of you.”
“You don’t know how long it’s been.” Emma shifted in his arms, rubbing her plump ass against his hard cock, and making it difficult for him to resist taking her right there with her on her hands and knees, fucking her as she pushed back to meet his thrusts.
He caught the edge of her dress and slipped it up her thighs, nice and slow, the silky fabric shifting to expose her pearly skin as it caught what little light had made its way to the beach. Unerringly, his hand found the lace front of her panties, cupping her, applying just enough pressure over the thin fabric to elicit another moan
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