Playing for Keeps/Body Check (Rules of the Game) (16 page)

He pulled her into his chest, and the proof of his joy in seeing her was evident by the hardness that tented his towel.

His legs that pressed into hers were solid and thick. Hard muscled and tight corded and ripped, he was magnificent.

And if she wanted him, he was all hers.

"Well, you sure took your sweet time, gorgeous."

His erection seemed to thicken as she pressed deeper into his embrace.
 
She knew she was welcome.

Quinn wasted no time in shoving her up against the door.
 
He crushed her mouth against his urging her lips open and swirling her tongue with his own. Her knees weakened at his kiss, and moisture pooled at her center. He was again, weakening her resolve, making all her thoughts of doubt disappear as she realized how much she needed to be with him.

Her decision was made. There was nothing that was going to keep her from loving him this night.

Apparently, Quinn was thinking the same thing.

"If you're here to tease me, Mia, I don’t know how much more I can take. You know how I feel about you. I don’t want to take you up against a door.
 
I want to be inside you, in my bed, where we can love each other, all night long. If that’s not what you want, turn around and leave. Because once I start to love you, I don’t know if I can stop."

She smiled and tunneled her hands through the wealth of his thick wet hair.
 
She broke the embrace and met his confused gaze.

His hands clenched at his sides, and Mia knew it was time for the torture to end.

She opened her coat, dressed only in his rookie jersey and her thong. The jersey she'd secretly bid on and won at the auction.

"You don’t have to stop, Quinn. I want to be here with you."

His eyes widened and sparkled at her choice of attire. He nodded, his happiness evident. "Ah, mystery solved.
 
I'm glad you won it. But if you wanted one of my jerseys, all you had to do was ask."

She smiled coyly, swinging her hips and walking toward him. "I might as well use my untouched trust fund for something worthwhile.
 
I wanted to do it. After all, it's for your favorite charity."

"I'm burning up at the sight of you in my shirt. Tell me you're naked under it and you’ve made me a very happy man."

She never thought twice about coming to him. She raised her shirt just enough to show him her tiny black thong. She laughed at his reaction.

"You little witch." She shivered as his gaze started at her face, then slowly slid down her neck, and lower.

"I gotta tell you, that shirt never looked that good on me."

She placed her palm on his lightly stubbled cheek and whispered. "Best money I ever spent."

"You mean that?"

Mia nodded, her body responding to him. "I do."

He gathered her in his arms. "I want you more than my next breath. Want you more than I've ever wanted anything. You know that, don't you?"
 
 
 
 

She could tell he was trying to slow down by talking. She adored him for it.

"So, now that you're wearing my jersey, that must mean you're ready to play."

"I wasn’t really thinking of hockey right now, Quinn."
 
Her breathing quickened as she waited for him to make a move.

His palms slid down her back, cupping her rear. "Neither was I."
 
 
 
 
 

She pulled his towel from his hips and threw it to the floor. "Let's play a different kind of game."

"No more talk." She chuckled softly as he lifted her into his arms and led her to the huge bed, tenderly lowering her to the down filled pillows.

He followed her down, and began kissing her eyelids, nose, chin, purposely avoiding her mouth.

He ripped her flimsy thong in one action, and when she opened her legs in invitation, Mia felt him start to lose it. It's what she wanted.

"Tell me what you want, Mia. Say the words."

Her voice was a murmur, an invitation to pleasure and desire. "You, Quinn. I want you, all of you."

He proceeded to pull off her jersey and throw it to the floor.

Catching his breath, he nodded.

"Thought you'd never ask."

"I'm sorry, baby, but I don’t know if I can hold back this time around, I'm too hot and want you too bad. I've waited for this for almost two years, Mia. You feel so good in my arms."
 
 
 
 
 
 
His fingers tangled in her hair and he touched her nose to his.

"Don’t hold back Q," she whispered, breathless and on fire. "It's ok."

She could feel the heat pooling low in her stomach. Mia's breasts swelled and throbbed as Quinn lovingly stroked every inch of her. And Mia knew that he was holding back, giving her time to get used to his weight, his desire.

 
He kissed her, his mouth molten hot, trailing down her body, touching her with kisses, down her stomach to her navel, and further.

Mia writhed on the spacious bed, the pleasure he delivered rendered her speechless.
 
Lower his mouth searched, and found its mark.

He slid down to her most aching part, and parted her with his thumbs. She lifted her body off the bed when his mouth drove into her like a heated sword.

Mia was aware of every part of this beautiful man, giving her pleasure in droves.

"You taste like heaven," he told her, his tongue performing magic on her, driving her high to a place where Mia had never in her life experienced.

On the brink of orgasm, Quinn licked her clitoris while his hands caressed and pinched her nipples. In seconds, Mia exploded into millions of shards, not sure she ever wanted to be put together again.

"Oh Quinn, ahh," she cried, as he slid up her body, his erection easing into her while Mia lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around him.

"Don't be gentle, Quinn. I want you. Just love me."

She was dying and Quinn was killing her with love, and pleasure.

Mia wanted to touch him. He was still damp from the shower, but her fingers eagerly started at his neck, down his hard sculpted back, and down to his rounded tight ass, and she pulled him closer to her center, now hot and throbbing with want for him.

He groaned and slowly eased her legs open, while nipping her neck, and back to her lips.

"You're more beautiful than in my dreams," he rasped as his hardness found its way to her core. "Ah, you're so wet for me, so ready."

Mia lifted hips and bid him entrance to her. "Please Quinn…"

"Please what? Tell me, talk to me."

"Love me, Quinn. I want you."

And then he lifted her hips and draped her legs over his shoulders so he could gain more access to her. Mia thought she'd break apart from pleasure, from this man who treated her like a woman.

When she took him into her body, everything changed.
 
He was long and thick, and she felt every inch of him begin stroking her wet flesh, so swollen, so moist with desire for him.

"Mia," he cried, his strokes steadily growing stronger, and faster.

His hips pistoned into her heat while his hands gripped her hips as if desperate she'd disappear. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, so tight she thought she'd leave marks on his skin.

Pleasure swirled through her as Quinn cried out her name again and again. His hair fell to his face as he kissed her and stroked her faster, harder, hotter.

Her climax began deep inside her core, and Mia sensed his own was near.

"That's it, baby, let go." His voice was but a growl. "I'm here."

Then his body slammed into her once, twice and Quinn met her climax with his own.

"Mia," he cried, throwing his head back and calling out his release, exploding into her waiting flesh.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Sunlight slashed through his window, and Quinn opened his eyes and looked at the angel asleep on the pillow beside him.

He took a moment to watch the steady rise and fall of her chest, her hair covering one eye, her gorgeous body swathed in his sheets.

Mia's scent surrounded him, and Quinn wanted her again. His arousal grew hard and hot, and he smiled, thinking how fortunate he was to have her in his life, his bed.

His heart.

He leaned over to kiss her lightly on the mouth, and Mia's eyes opened and focused on him. She smiled.

"Hi."

"Hi."

There was nothing more to say, not yet.

Mia held out her hand to him. He moved over her and she welcomed him into her body.

She met his deep kisses with her own, their tongues meeting, swirling, sucking in a mating ritual that drove Quinn wild.

Taking him by surprise, Mia turned him over and she sat atop him, riding him, lowering herself onto his hard shaft, bringing his hands to her breasts, urging him to touch her, taste her, love her.

Silently, quietly, she rode him, the quiet of the room broken only by their moans of pleasure, their groans of passion.

When Mia rode him harder, faster, he kept up with her, gripping her hips, lowering her, then lifting her, up and down until he was ready to explode.

Faster and harder, hotter and higher they loved, until both broke the silence with their cries of pleasure when they came.

Mia collapsed into Quinn's arms, he brought her to his side, and kissed her, until, both exhausted, slept once again.

***

"Have you ever thought of what you want to do after you retire?"

"You trying to tell me something?" he chuckled, wrapping a thin strand of her hair around his finger and pulling it playfully.

"Just making afterglow conversation," she whispered.

He slid his hand down to caress her breasts, and leaned his head down to follow his hands and kissed each full globe.
 
"We don't need to talk to communicate. I think the past four hours kind of took care of that."

"Be serious, Quinn."

He lifted her chin with his finger. "Hey, I'm serious as a heart attack when it comes to you and me.”
 
He settled her against him, and she reveled in his warmth and closeness. "What do you want to know?
 
I'm an open book. Just ask. But then, you have to answer a few of my questions." He kissed her nose. "Deal?"

She hesitated, then nodded.

"I'll have you know, Miss Sinclair, that I have a Masters in social work. So if you think I'm just a dumb jock, think again."

He was making fun of himself, but she wasn’t surprised. She just wanted to talk to him, to get to know him.
 
Have their affair be more than just sex.

"I've never thought of you that way, you know that."
 

He turned her on her back and eased her legs open, settling himself between her warmth. "Now, your turn."

Mia shrugged and looked into his eyes, bluer than a summer sky. "I'm the princess, remember. Spoiled rotten, private schools, the boss's daughter, blah, blah. You know all about me and my boring life, Quinn."

"Well then, tell me more," he murmured, threading his fingers through her hair, kissing a tiny mole on her breast, then gently kissing and licking her nipple ‘til it throbbed and made Mia moan with pleasure.

"I can't talk or think when you do that," she murmured, holding his head to her breast so he had greater access.

She felt his hardness grow thick with want, and she suddenly wanted him inside her.
 
Didn’t want to talk. She wanted him to get closer.

His smile faded. His eyes grew dark. His nostrils flared.
 
"Come on Mia, mine, tell me what I want to hear, come on talk to me."

She lifted her hips and urged him further on.
 
"I need you close, Quinn." She leaned into his ear, biting the lobe and making him moan. "I need you inside me, filling me. Give me what I want. Come closer.
 
Give me more."
 
 
 
 
 

She didn’t have to ask him twice. Quinn gave her just what she wanted.

Seems he was making a habit of that lately.

CHAPTER EIGHT