Quinn kept up a relentless rhythm, kissing her, whispering nonsense against her skin “Lilibet. Sweet Lilibet.Mo ribhinn.”
Then he lowered his mouth to her breasts once again and suckled.
She came with a cry, climax washing through her, a tide of molten bliss.
He stayed with her until her peak had passed, pressing kisses to her breasts, her throat, her lips. Then he raised himself above her, all man and muscle, and settled his hips between her thighs, his erection resting against her. “Do you want this?”
The big, sweet Scot was giving her one last chance to turn him down.
As if.
“Yes.” She reached down and took hold of his cock to guide him.
His gaze fixed on hers, he nudged himself into her, going a little deeper each time, until she ached for him again.
“Och, you’re tight.” He took one of her legs, rested her calf against his shoulder, opening her more fully. Then with a single slow thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, Elizabeth’s delighted gasp becoming a moan.
“Are you okay?” He held himself still inside her for a moment, a muscle clenching in his jaw, the look in his eyes as he gazed down at her making her pulse skip.
“Hell, yes.” She was better than okay.
His lips quirked in a grin—and he began to move.
He went slowly at first, deep, unhurried strokes that enabled her to savor every sweet inch of him—the slick glide, the piercing stretch, the satisfying fullness.
“That feels …sogood.” Hungry for him, she slid her hands along his pecs, his shoulders, his biceps, the shifting muscles of his ass, the feel of him an aphrodisiac.
But as incredible as it was, she’d never been able to climax from penetration alone. She was about to reach down to give herself a hand when he shifted his hips. With his next thrust, the base of his cock rubbed against her clit.
She gasped and stared up at him, astonished.
He chuckled, adjusted his position, and thrust again, falling into a rhythm, stroking her inside and out, driving her out of her mind.
She was lost, beyond all control now, her eyes closed, her nails digging into his forearms as she fought to hold on. Panting … sweating… needing him… needing more. Then she shattered, crying out his name, orgasm singing through her, sweet and pure and bright, his thrusts driving her pleasure home. “Quinn.”
He stayed with her until the quaking inside her subsided, then adjusted his hips again and drove into her hard, his body shaking in her arms as he came at last.
Still breathing hard, she opened her eyes, looked up at him, an unfamiliar ache in her chest. She reached up, cupped his cheek.
He rolled off her, drew her against him, pillowing her head against his chest, where she could hear the rapid beating of his heart. He pressed a kiss to her hair. “Thank God I’ve lived to see that.”
“See what?”
“How bonnie your face is when you come.”
Elizabeth’s heart melted.
* * *
Quinn tracedElizabeth’s spine with his fingertips, his body replete, a strange sadness taking hold in his chest. He’d been with his share of women, but he’d never felt like this afterward, as if he were somehow changed.
Aye, he’d wanted Elizabeth for years. He’d watched her work, come to respect her abilities, laughed at her smart mouth. He’d known she would be passionate and that sex with her would blow his mind. But he hadn’t known that it would hit him like this.
Every part of him down to his DNA wanted to claim Lilibet as his lover, but he knew that couldn’t happen. She’d worked hard to get where she was. She wouldn’t sacrifice her career for a bit of sex and romance. By the time they were fully dressed, she would tell him how this could never happen again and how they needed to maintain a professional distance.
Aye, he could tell her that he felt more for her than friendship, that he wanted her in his life, but he didn’t want to come across like that fuckwit at the Agency. That bastard hadn’t cared for her at all.
Quinn did.