Quinn I (Undaunted Men #1) (28 page)

“Quinn,” I whimper, “please give me all of you.”

“I am, baby,” he whispers before fully seating himself deep inside my core.
 

“Oh, God, Quinn,” I moan. The
length and girth of his cock fill me as he sinks himself to the limit, his pelvis rubbing against my clit. He's all encompassing, and he’s all man.

“Oh, fuck. You feel more incredible than I thought possible,”
he hisses, and then sucks in a deep breath through clenched teeth. With our bodies connected, I feel as if I’ve been reborn, recognizing the profound knowledge of what it means for two souls to become one. My entire body trembles with the thought.
My eyes flutter closed, and my hands roam up and down his muscular back, committing him to memory. He’s perfection. “Quinn, please make this last.”

Quinn lays his bare chest over mine, rubbing himself against my sensitive nipples as he whispers over my lips, “Make what last, Angel? Me making love to you, or us?”

“What if I want both?” I ask on a breathy exhale, searching his eyes. He nips at my lower lip, then soothes it with his tongue.
 

“Both can definitely be arranged,” he rasps. Before I can respond, he slips his hands underneath my upper back then grabs onto my shoulders to hold me steady. He looks fiercely into my eyes as he thrusts his hips forward, pumping himself deep inside me.
 

“Oh, God.” I can’t help but verbalize how he’s making me feel.
 

His cock is so engorged he penetrates me to the point where I feel him touching the deepest part of my core, and I moan my response. Rolling his hips into mine, he creates a strong friction against my clit. I have never in my life felt
such crazy, amazing
sensations before. Not fully withdrawing his steel length, he continually pumps his hips, sinking into me as if he can’t get deep enough.

He’s a beautiful sight to see, his face flushing with untold pleasure. I don’t want to close my eyes and miss a single thing. He’s so absorbed in our connection that
his intense, steely blue eyes are at half-mast and trained on me.
 

“You’ll never understand the extent of what it is you do to me,” he breathes over my lips between open-mouthed kisses. “You permeate every…single…

fucking…cell…of….mine.”
 

He starts to pound his hips in a rhythm, pumping himself in and out of my sex with unmatched fervor. I can hear the sounds of my wetness bathing him with each thrust he takes.
 

I thread my fingers through the back of his hair, holding him in place, not wanting him to leave my lips. In a heated frenzy he roughly caresses his tongue against mine, as he makes love to my mouth. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he lets out a deep growl from the back of his throat, swallowing my whimpers.
 

I arch my back, and my hips roll and gyrate, meeting his every thrust as he greedily strokes his tongue in all directions over mine. I can barely breathe, and I’m getting ready to combust as he moves like a well-oiled piston with strength and force that has me screaming his name.
 

His continually rubs against my clit, creating constant stimulation as he ravishes my body both inside and out. The erotic sounds of my wetness coating him, combined with the slapping of his balls against my ass, has me giving in to the sensations.
 

A few more strokes, and my orgasm rushes through my body like an unexpected earthquake. I rip my lips away from his and cry out in ecstasy. My inner muscles convulse around his cock, and I know he feels it too, because that's his undoing.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Your pussy’s squeezing me like a damn vice. So tight.” His entire body shivers as he rotates his hips once more then throws his head back, growling out his release. I can feel his dick throbbing and pulsating inside the recesses of my sex, spilling his seed deep within my womb.

We’re both breathing heavily in the aftermath as
I run my hands up along his back and feel the perspiration from his passionate labor. I’m blissfully exhausted; all my limbs are numb with fatigue. Even my eyelids don’t have the energy to open. He nuzzles his nose into the crook of my neck, and I shiver.

“I know you’re not cold.”

“No.” I smile. “You just tickled me a little bit.”

“Mmm,” he rumbles in a deep, sexy tone, “you mean I have another place to tickle?”

“Don’t you dare,” I warn. “I’m too exhausted to fight you off.”

I feel his lips curve against my skin, and I know he’s grinning. “Maybe I don’t want you to have the strength to fight me off.”

“Quinn,” I warn again, and he stops me from chiding him by running his tongue along the length of my neck, kissing and nipping as he goes. “Oh, God.” I hold him tightly against me, not wanting this moment, or these feelings, to ever end.

“I can’t seem to get enough of you,” he murmurs. “I just want to kiss you all over.” I clench my core muscles firmly around his still hard length, and he growls against my skin. He bites my neck, and I squeal.

“Not nice,” he admonishes. His lifts his eyes to pierce mine with an animal intensity that makes me shiver, and his tone is full of heated promise. “I have the need to put bite marks all over you, so when I look at you throughout the day, I’ll know where I’ve been and where I want to go next.”

Oh damn, that was so sexy. Experiencing Quinn even once is like hitting the lottery. If once is all I'll ever get with this man, it was totally worth it.

He gently backs out of me, and then he cups me with his hand. Gathering his spent cum, he then rubs it over my mound, rubbing his palm over my sensitive bud. His touch is firm and full of purpose as he spreads our mixed juices over my tender clit. His eyes meet mine in a heated gaze, and I think I may come again. His hand feels so good against me in my post-coital bliss; I buck my hips into his touch, enjoying his dirty caresses.
 

He leans down and wraps his lips around my nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth, and then lifts his head. “That feel good, Angel?”

“You have no idea,” I breathe with new desire. With his eyes gleaming, he flashes me his beautiful, white, flawless smile.
 

“You have no idea how perfect you feel,” he says heatedly. “You've got me hard all over again.” A look of passion replaces his fading smile as he positions himself at my entrance and thrusts himself back inside me, seating himself fully.
 
“I want you to remember this moment, Lexi. No matter what happens between us, I want you to look back on our first time making love together and know everything you felt was real, and from the very depths of my heart.”

“You sound as if you’re trying to say goodbye,” I nervously whisper.

“Oh, on the contrary,” his husky voice is serious as he arches a brow as he tells me, “I want to take you home with me.”
 

My eyes are wide with surprise over Quinn confessing he wants to take me home with him.
Has he lost his mind?

“What?” I gulp back in shock. “This is too soon.”

“Come home with me,” he repeats, excited about his proposition. He lays his heavy weight over top of me and presses his lips to mine. “I’ll protect you.”

“I...I can’t. I can’t be responsible for bringing danger to your door—”

He kisses me again, silencing my protests. “I know what I’m doing. I can get you anything you need, including a new identity.”
 

I pull away from his lips and eye him warily, my forehead wrinkling in confusion. “Are you related to the mafia?” I ask in all seriousness, because this is something my family, Vince, or Connor could do.

He bursts into a light chuckle and smiles fondly at me, showcasing two small dimples I hadn’t noticed before. “No, and I have no desire to be involved with them.” He rubs his nose lightly against mine as he tries to convince me that being with him is a great idea. This is a really bad idea.
 

“I can't believe we're having a debate while you're still inside me.” I'm no longer feeling amorous...well, that's partly a lie. His thickness inside of me feels too good for him to ever pull out.

“This way you can't get away or say no,” he says with a slick smile.

Do I want to stop this thing Quinn and I have started? Heck no, but I’m scared. Quinn has a strong personality, and he can be very demanding, which reminds me of someone else I know. All I can think about are the times Vince sweet-talked me into being with him, and then he flipped like a light switch as soon as he had me. He would run roughshod over me all the time, controlling my every move to the point I couldn’t breathe. He suffocated me, and he was most especially jealous of Griffen, forbidding me from spending time riding him.
   

How do I know Quinn won’t flip a switch? I’ve only known him for a week. Him insisting I wear his mother’s necklace kind of worries me a little, too. I didn't realize his feelings were this strong. They'd have to be for him to hand over something so precious, but things are moving way too fast for me to digest. I believe I have every right to be on edge about going home with a man I barely know.
 

Plus, Quinn doesn’t know what Vince is capable of. Vince didn’t spend years scheming about his future for nothing. He has a plan, and his agenda is to succeed at any cost, and that includes putting me behind bars if things don’t go his way.

There were a couple things I didn’t tell Quinn, such as the morning I ran away was the morning I was supposed to marry Vince. The day before that, Connor confessed his love to me. Talk about a love triangle. No, it’s more crazy than that, because now Quinn is involved.

Connor said he'd come visit me at the safe house after things calmed down. If he would’ve taken off with me, or if he came to see me too soon after my disappearance, it would've looked too suspicious, and then Vince most certainly would be able to figure things out. The main thing that concerns me about Connor is his profession of love for me. Even though I don’t feel the same way about him, I have a feeling he might be expecting something in return.
 

I thought I knew both of them intimately, since the three of us were inseparable growing up, but now? I have no idea where his head is, especially since he took part in setting me up for murder. Do I still trust Connor? I guess it’s not like I have a lot of choices, but he did help me escape Vince, after all.
 

I shake my head at Quinn, resolved to turn him down. There’s not going to be any home for me, not for a long while. It would be an impossible move, suicide, actually. I have to stick to the plan, Connor’s plan.
 

“I don’t even know your last name,” I argue. Willing him to see how very little we know of each other's background.

His muscles stiffen at my statement. “It’s top secret,” he teases.

“Oh, come on,” I protest. “This isn’t a game, Quinn. I'm serious.” I’m getting irritated.

“What’s yours?” he asks. Well, crap. I bite my lip, staying silent. If I told him, it could cause so much chaos. “Yeah, I thought so.”

“It’s safer for you to not know,” I try to reason.

He taps his index finger on the tip of my nose. “I tell you what. When you’re ready to tell me your last name, I’ll tell you mine. Deal?”
 

“No, no deal. All of this is so screwed up. Plus, I thought you didn’t do relationships, let alone move-ins.”
 

He lifts his body off mine, steadying his weight on his hands in a pushup fashion. “As long as you’re wearing my angel pendant, I’m yours. And the way my body molds to your every curve makes you mine.” His eyes trail from my long brown hair, over my full breasts, and then down to where we’re still joined, showing me just how perfectly well we do fit together.
 

Seeing both of us united like this, I feel him pulse inside me, and I begin to lose any and all coherent thoughts. All the reasons why I shouldn't go home with him seem to fade away as he unhurriedly slides himself in and out of my heat with slow and measured strokes.
 

“You don’t fight fair,” I breathe out in a hungry whisper. I watch his eyes glaze over with renewed lust as he gives me a knowing smirk. I rock my hips upward, yearning for more. His cock is so long and hard, and it feels exquisite the way he stretches me, his thickness rubbing with perfect friction inside my swollen sex. My eyes flutter closed when he slides his cock deep inside me and rolls his hips into me.

“Look at me, Angel,” he softly murmurs, bringing his lips close to mine while looking at me in total reverence. “I don’t ever want to hear you say it’s over between us. Those words are my greatest fear. You make me feel so damn good, and what we have here is undeniable, wouldn’t you agree?”
 

“Yes,” I softly whisper in reply. He’s right on so many levels. I want to think of all the reasons again why this won’t work, but as long as he's inside me, my brain had turned to mush.

“I wasn’t posing a question earlier when I said to come home with me,” he murmurs. I take a deep, shaky breath, and then nod my head. “Yeah?” he asks as visible relief floods through him.