He cupped her breasts, ducked down, licked each puckered bud, thrilled by her reaction, each flick of his tongue making the rosy tips draw tighter and summoning a little gasp. But he needed more.
He reached down, yanked off her jeans and panties, and tossed them aside. Then he stepped back and let his gaze rove over her from her full breasts to the flare of her hips to the auburn curls between her thighs, lust and tenderness washing through him in equal measure, leaving an ache in his chest—and his groin.
“Och, Lilibet, you’re beautiful.”
She smiled. “I bet you say that to all the naked lasses.”
He chuckled. “And how many women do you imagine that to be?”
“Hundreds at least.”
He teased her. “Thousands.”
She helped him undress, but seemed to get distracted the moment his shirt came off, her hands sliding over the muscles of his chest and belly, tracing his scars, her breathing rapid, her pupils dark. Then she took his erection in hand, stroked him, making him harder. “I guess now I’ll be able to decide whether size matters.”
Quinn chuckled, though he couldn’t deny feeling a wee bit of pride. “If all a man has goin’ for him is a big cock, he’s probably a lousy lover.”
She sat on the bed, scooted backward, then lay back and let her legs fall open, giving him the most erotic view. Her gaze met his once again. “I want you inside me.”
Och, Jesus!
He stretched out beside her, his cock straining for her, his heart pounding. “You’re protected, aye?”
He knew Cobra paid for contraception for female staff sent to regions of the world where there was a risk of sexual assault.
She nodded. “An IUD, courtesy of our bosses.Fuck me.”
But Quinn was in no hurry. “If this is the only chance I get to make love wi’ you, Lilibet, then I’m goin’ to make it last.”
9
Quinn’s words sent a shiver through Elizabeth. He gazed down at her as if she were precious, his brow furrowed, the intensity in his dark eyes stealing her breath. Then he cupped her cheek and lowered his mouth to hers.
This was nothing like yesterday’s impulsive kiss in the gym. It was sweet and slow and achingly tender. He teased her with soft butterfly kisses until her lips tingled, then traced the curve of her lower lip with his tongue. “I feel like I’ve waited a hundred years for this.”
“So have I.” Years of working side by side, dozens of dangerous missions, and through all of it, she had wanted him. “Quinn.”
She slid her fingers into the thickness of his hair, drew him back into a kiss, caressing his tongue with hers, nipping his lower lip.
In a heartbeat, the kiss transformed from gentle to fierce. Quinn took control, plundering her mouth, his tongue sparring with hers, demanding her surrender. She yielded gladly, desire lancing through her, his kisses and the heat of his naked body igniting her unspent arousal from this morning.
Oh, God, she had dreamed of kissing him like this. The hard press of his lips. The rasp of his beard against her skin. The skilled strokes of his tongue.
He tore his mouth from hers, trailed fiery kisses across her cheeks and along the sensitive skin of her throat to the divot between her collar bones. Then he cupped her breast in a big, callused hand, lowered his mouth to her aching nipple, and sucked it into the heat of his mouth.
She whimpered, arched to meet him, her fingers clenching in his hair, little darts of pleasure shooting straight to her belly with every tug of his lips and flick of his tongue. He went from one breast to the other and back again until she squirmed beneath him, her body aching for release.
But Quinn had clearly meant what he’d said. He wasn’t going to rush this.
He moved slowly over her body, driving her crazy with his mouth and hands, kissing and caressing her breastbone, licking and nipping her belly and the curve of her hips. He teased the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and the backs of her knees, chuckling at her response.
“I’m ticklish.”
“Aye, you are.” He nudged her legs wider apart with his knee then slid his hand between her thighs, his gaze fixed on hers. “Och, you’re so wet. Show me what you like.”
She reached down to guide him, the intimacy of looking into his eyes as he explored her and gave her pleasure startling. But,sweet heaven, it didn’t take him long to get it right, his fingers stroking her clit just the way she liked it. “Just… like…that.”
It felt good,sogood, Elizabeth’s eyes drifting shut, her breath coming in pants, her body rushing headlong toward orgasm. She fought to hold her hips still, the nails of one hand digging into the hard curve of his shoulder, the other hand fisted in her sheets.