Page 73 of Love Marks
“Look at me,” I say, lifting her chin with my hand. Her bright, wide eyes meet mine and I lose it, collapsing into her, flying. Her legs shake and she clenches again as she bites my neck to hold in her screams.
I release a shuddering breath. “I’m close—”
She nods fervently, her eyes still locked on mine. I can’t hold it in anymore. I thrust into her once more, coming quickly. It must set her off, because I feel her clench around me and her own release follows as she collapses against me.
Holy shit. The only sound in the room is our heaving breaths.
It’s overwhelming, the feeling of her wrapped around me, and I swallow a lump in my throat. I pull out and roll over, tossing the condom into the trash.
I turn around and see her sitting up, reaching for her towel.
“What are you doing?”
She glances at me, a flash of something behind her eyes. “Oh. I don’t know. I was going to…” She gestures towards the door.
I tug her towards me, laying down. I wrap my arms around her and press my nose into the back of her neck, pulling the blankets over us.
“What are you doing?” She repeats my words back to me.
“Shh. Just lay here for a minute.” I nuzzle her closer, loving the way her body feels wrapped around mine. I close my eyes and it’s quiet for a few minutes.
“But shouldn’t we talk about what just happened?” She whispers. “We just had sex!”
I chuckle against her. “Yes, I know. I was there.”
I feel her stiffen against me. “I don't know. Maybe I should go. I really feel like maybe I should go?”
I loosen my grip and lift up to my elbows, turning her to look at me.
“I want you to stay.”
The words are meant to be simple, but they sound intense. She seems to consider them for a moment before nodding up at me.
“Yes? You’ll stay?” I press.
“Okay.”
I chuckle and lay back down with her, tugging her close to me again. I inhale her scent and feel her warmth and it’s perfect. I suddenly remember her late-night call last night and chuckle to myself.
“What?” Quinn whispers, turning to face me. We’re almost nose-to-nose now as she looks into my eyes.
“Mmm.” I trail my fingers along her legs and up to her stomach, flattening my hand against her. “Just remembering your very feisty phone call last night.”
She shoots up. “What? What phone call?” Her wild eyes study me.
“Calm down.” I pull her down again, missing the feeling of her in my arms. “You didn’t say anything new, really. Arrogant jerk, entitled asshole…great butt. Actually, I think the word you used was ‘firm’.”
She gasps. “I didn’t!”
“You did.”
She buries her face into the pillow, groaning. “Oh my god.” She shakes her head against it and I pull her closer with a soft chuckle.
“I can’t believe I actually talked to you while that intoxicated.” She peeks up at me, her eyebrows scrunched.
“Actually, it was a voicemail,” I murmur, brushing my hand on her stomach again. I’m not in the mood to talk about phone calls. Not at all. In fact, I’m ready for another round, but she won’t relent.
“What?” She sits up, holding her hand out expectantly. “Let me hear it.”