He wiggled his eyebrows. “Don’t worry, Brit. I do.”
*
Ben expected Quinn to demand they return to Washington immediately to retrieve the card. But once again, she confounded him by doing the unexpected. Not that his body was complaining. He relished the feel of her fingers beneath his shirt dancing along the skin on his back. The warmth of her toned thighs wrapped around his ass was drawing all the blood from one head to the other. Of course, he’d be enjoying all of this fondling a hell of a lot more if they were both naked.
Apparently she was thinking the same thing. “Does this thank-you of which you speak involve nudity?” she asked before grazing her teeth along his jaw.
“Total nudity,” he murmured against her forehead. “The kind where you’re fully exposed to me. All of you.”
He tilted her head so their eyes met. Green eyes, shadowed with lust, were scrutinizing him carefully. Pondering. Her hands stilled along with his breath. But he needed her to know he wanted the real Quinn Darby. Not the cover she hid behind to do her job. It was all or nothing.
Just when his baser instincts were about to give in and take what she might offer, honest or not, she unleashed a slow, generous smile. Much like the glory of dawn spreading out over the ocean, it made his heart skip.
“I meant what I said before,” she whispered. “You’re the only one who’s ever known me. All of me. That will never change, Ben. Ever.”
Swallowing was suddenly difficult as he tried to reconcile the emotions coursing through him. She was finally back where she belonged. With him. Here in this place that had meant so much to them once.
And she’s never leaving him again.
He didn’t realize he’d growled that last part out loud until she responded in a shaky voice.
“Not willingly. Never.”
And suddenly they were a tangle of tongues and limbs and clothing as they tried to get as close to each other as was humanly possible. Ben grimaced when he attempted to shrug out of his shirt. Quinn pushed him up onto his heels as she sat up in front of him.
“Let me.”
Gently, she lifted the shirt up his torso, over his shoulder and his head, leaving an erotic trail of kisses on his skin at each stop.
“Your turn,” he demanded when she flung his shirt to the floor.
This time his fingers got tangled in her bra, making her laugh. The happy sound was nearly his undoing. He desperately ripped at her clothing trying to get it off her body.
“Pants,” he commanded with a ragged breath. The pain of his erection pushing against his zipper was becoming damn near unbearable.
She unwrapped her legs from around his waist and scooted back. They both reached for his fly at the same time. Brushing his hands away, she took her sweet time lowering the zipper. Her gaze dipped to his belly while her warm fingers teased the skin at his waistband.
“Quinn,” he uttered in frustration.
He thought she chuckled before she pushed the two sides of denim away and he finally sprang free. Releasing a breathy sigh, she wrapped her fingers around him, slowly stroking from tip to bottom as if in a trance.
He was pleading now. “Pants. I need them off. I need yours off.”
Her eyes were dazed when she finally looked up, but she didn’t release him. Instead she donned a wicked smile and began to stroke him harder. Faster.
“Are you trying to end this before we get started, woman?”
His body protested strongly when he yanked her fingers away. But he wasn’t getting off in her hand. No way. Not after waiting thirteen long years to be inside her again. He shoved at her shoulders indicating she should finish undressing.
“Mmm,” she said, before climbing off the bed and shimmying out of her pants.
Ben froze in the midst of shoving his jeans down his thighs, reveling in the sight of her in nothing but a black pair of panties. Of course they are black. Aware she had his attention, she took her time sliding the silky fabric down her long legs before kicking them off. He swore savagely when he jostled his shoulder trying to shuck his jeans. Her laughter didn’t help.
“Lie back,” she ordered with a grin. “That way I can pull them off.”
After a brief hesitation where he reminded himself that he wanted to get to the main event by any means possible, he did as she asked. The position left him vulnerable, but the view of a naked Quinn more than made up for it.
She reached up and tugged his jeans off his legs, wearing nothing but a cat-ate-the-canary grin. He watched through half-closed eyes as she slowly crawled up his body, stopping here and there to plant a kiss on his fevered skin. When she was face-to-face with his arousal, he shuddered at the carnal image. But he didn’t want her to linger there. He wanted her beneath him.
Now.
“Come here,” he commanded while giving her hair a gentle tug.
She remained where she was. “I like the view right here,” she replied before blowing a soft breath over the tip of him.
He bucked beneath her and that seemed to be all the encouragement she needed. Without hesitation, she drew the shaft into her mouth, suckling tightly around him. Every molecule of sense left in his brain evaporated instantly. His fingers tangled in her hair allowing him to guide her head for maximum pleasure. The soft sighs somehow managing to escape her mouth grew more urgent as the climax built inside him.
“No!” he yelled grabbing her head with his palms.
Her lips were swollen and her eyes unfocused when she looked up at him.
“Not until I’m inside you,” he explained.
She nodded, still appearing to be disoriented. But then she crawled up his legs until she was poised above his erection. Ben tugged at her hips.
“Not yet.”
Now she was beginning to look annoyed. He knew exactly how to wipe that expression off her face, however.
“Ladies first,” he said as he dug his fingers into her fine ass and brought her forward toward his lips.
“Not necessary.”
But her body wasn’t protesting as much as her mouth was. Her palms hit the glass with a slap when she came up on her knees above him. He inhaled the musky smell of her, wet and ready for him. It was all he could do to keep his own body from climaxing. He needed to hurry this along but he wanted her to enjoy this time more than she had their first go around. He wanted her to want more. Lots more.
He nipped at the inside of her thigh. She responded with an aroused sigh and thrust of her hips. It was all the invitation he needed. He slipped his tongue inside to the sounds of her delighted cries when he began to suck on the aroused nub. She called out his name pleading with him to hurry, but that wasn’t in the game plan. Twice he brought her to the brink without taking her over the edge. Her thighs clamped around his head in frustration. He chuckled as he cupped her luscious ass. Quinn let out a very unladylike string of expletives. Then she proceeded to tell him how she planned to torture him next. A sheen of perspiration broke on his body just listening to her erotic words. Suddenly he couldn’t make her come fast enough. Her release had her pounding on the window in front of her and declaring Ben a god. Feeling a bit smug, he bit the inside of her other thigh just for parity.
This time she let out a very satisfied sigh before scooching back onto his belly. She flipped her head back to clear the curtain of hair from her face. When she looked down at him, her effervescent smile was another boost to his ego.