Page 12 of Intersect
Before I can finish the sentence, he is pulling me over him, my legs on either side of his. His hands grip my hips, pull me down so that I’m flush against him. “Do you feelthat?”
I nod. I couldn’t missthat. It feels like he’s got an extra limb pulsing between mylegs.
The fingers of one hand slide through my hair, gripping it at the root. He does nothing more, but his eyes are on my mouth, dark and hungry in a way they weren’t a moment before. His other hand curves around the side of my neck, his palm rough against the soft skin, drawing goose bumps to the surface. “You have no idea what you’re saying when you tell me to be predatory, Quinn. Every bone in my body tells me to take from you until there’s nothing left. So we need aplan.”
I stop holding my weight and sink against him, leaving him pressed right where I want him, with no distance between us. A shudder begins in my center, radiating outward, and he pulls my mouth to his in a way that turns me wet and loose and desperate. I want more but before I can demand it of him, he demands it of me, groaning as his mouth opens, as his free hand cups my ass, squeezing it tight until he is all I canfeel.
That hand moves straight to the bare skin on the side of the jumpsuit, as if it’s a destination he’s been thinking of for a very longtime.
“Jesus Christ, this thing nearly killed me when you walked in,” he grunts, his mouth moving over my neck. His index finger slides under the side, the tape there giving way easily, as if it were made of air. That finger brushes against the soft skin at the base of my breast then moves up, up, finding my nipple, which immediately grows so hard ithurts.
“Fuck,” he groans. His hand slides free only to push the straps of the jumpsuit down, leaving me bare all the way to my rib cage. “You have no idea how badly I’vewanted—”
His words are cut off by a quick tap at the door. There’s only a moment for me to jump off his lap and pull at my jumpsuit before the waitress pokes her head in. Since our lower halves are blocked by the back of the couch, she can’t see Nick’s skyscraper-sized erection, but her eyes flicker to the one strap of my outfit that still hangs off my shoulder. “You hit the buzzer?” sheasks.
“We did?” I glance at the table, realizing even as I ask that when his hand slid inside my top, my toes curled right along the table’s edge. “Sorry. I think it was anaccident.”
“Do you want anotherround?”
I shake my head, thinking I need her gone as soon as possible, and also permanently, but Nick saysyes.
When she leaves, he presses the base of each palm over his eyes. “Jesus Christ. We need a fuckingchaperone.”
My stomach sinks a little. That is not the direction I thought he’d go once we got rid of the waitress. “We apparently have very different views of what justhappened.”
“I just tried to undress you in a public place, Quinn.” He waves his hand at buildings in the distance. “Anyone could have seenyou.”
I shrug. “They’d need binoculars to get a good view. If anyone wants to work that hard to see me half-naked, they’ve earnedit.”
He gives me a dark look. “No one but me gets to see what’s under that outfit. No one.” His bossy tone makes the blood in my veins hum, plucks that sharp note of desire at the base of my abdomen. I want to scale him like a rockwall.
I press my lips together. They feel raw, swollen from his kiss, and our eyes catch. “Don’t look at me like that,” hepleads.
“Whynot?”
“First of all because I need this hard-on to go away before the waitress returns,” he says. I glance down. The skyscraper is still standing firm. “Second, because it makes me want to do a lot more than we did, and being with you sends common sense out the window. The second we start, there’s a serious lack ofrestraint.”
It’s not a lack of restraint. It’s anabsenceof it. The minute he touched me I stopped caring about anything but shedding his clothes, feeling him push inside me, watching his teeth sink into that perfect lower lip as he tries not tocome.
“We don’t need a plan,” I tell him. “You’re like someone who decides not to eat at all until he’s figured out how he wants to lose weight. There’s no way it can work because the hunger is going to build up until hesnaps.”
His mouth twitches. “So you’re proposing the sexual equivalent of a healthy salad with grilled chicken, whatever thatis.”
“That makes it sound way less fun than it should be. It’s more like I’m proposing we eat one piece of pizza instead of the wholepie.”
He swallows, his eyes halting on my mouth. “You think we’ll be able to stop at onepiece?”
“I was thinking of many, many pieces spaced out in small increments,” Iwhisper.
“Fuck,” he growls, pulling me back into his lap. “Yes.”
“So you agree?” Iask.
“No,” he replies. “I’m just not good at turning downpizza.”
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