Page 19 of Alaskan Blackout
Besides, Mother Nature herself had conspired to put him in McKenna’s path. With the storm raging and the electricity out, he knew it wasn’t safe to return to his hotel. Rescue workers didn’t appreciate having to save people who were simply too foolhardy to stay put.
Then, there was McKenna herself. Hotter than any flame he’d coaxed from the hearth, she pressed herself against him as if she couldn’t get close enough. Her hand roved over his back and shoulders, nails lightly grazing the fabric of his shirt.
Was it any wonder he tried to concentrate on the way that felt instead of thinking about her soft breasts flattened against his chest, or her hip grazing his? His blood ignited like she’d pumped an accelerant into his veins.
“McKenna.” He growled her name against her lips while the clean scent of her skin made him hungry to taste her everywhere.
He tunneled his fingers into the mass of red waves spilling down her back. Then, wrapping the length of hair around his hand, he tipped her head back gently so he could look into her dark blue eyes.
“Quinton Kingsley, if you’re going to tell me you’re having second thoughts, save your breath.” The whispered words were spoken with a fierceness that belied the volume. “I’ll retreat upstairs if you want, but I won’t listen to a spiel about why you can’t be with me.”
Regret weighted his shoulders at the possibility that he’d offended her the last time they’d touched. But he suspected that’s exactly what he’d accomplished when he’d voiced his concerns about her connection to his half brother.
Needing to soothe away the damage he’d done—any sense of rejection she’d felt—he traced the delicate curve of her jaw with his hands. “No second thoughts. You’re all I’ve thought about since that kiss.”
Right or wrong, this woman had infiltrated his dreams and every waking moment too. With his emotions ripped raw, he needed her too much to walk away.
“Good.” Her eyes fluttered closed as his hands skimmed down her throat to her collarbone, her head tipping back against the couch cushions. “We can finish what we started last night.”
The clear offer of her words, of her body, undid the last of his restraint. Quinton feasted on her neck, tasting her everywhere he’d touched. Then, slipping his fingers into the wrap-front vee of her knit dress, he palmed the fullness of her breasts. Taking their weight in his hands, he molded and squeezed the soft flesh until the tight points of her nipples were an enticement he couldn’t ignore.
With more hunger than finesse, he nudged the straps of her bra from her shoulders so he could free her breasts from the cream-colored satin that shielded her from him. He spared a moment to take in the sight of her, back arched toward him, her auburn hair spilling everywhere while those taut pink nipples practically begged for attention.
Unable to refuse, he fastened his lips around one pretty mound, drawing her into his mouth while he teased the other nipple with his thumb. McKenna’s fingers fisted in his hair, holding him in place with the same fervor that she did everything else in her life.
Just thinking about that intensity of hers drove his need higher. He knew their connection would be unforgettable. Out of this realm.
“Are we okay to stay down here by the fire?” He paused to check in with her before he undressed her any further. “Would you rather go—”
She covered his lips with her fingertips, her blue eyes homing in on his as she sat up straighter to meet his gaze. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”
All right then.
Her eyes slid closed once more as he untied the bow at her waist and unfastened her dress, revealing her whole gorgeous body. Her breasts still spilled over the bra cups since he hadn’t undone the clasp yet. At her hips, a narrow triangle of cream satin barely covered her sex, the small panties held in place by thin elastic straps.
He tucked his finger under one strap to test the material, tugging it upward gently so the rest of the panties rubbed between her legs. Her eyes shot open again, pupils dilated as her fingers scrabbled against his chest. She gripped the fabric of his shirt, squeezing it in her fist while he worked the satin back and forth over her most sensitive places. The sultry sounds emanating from her throat encouraged him, making him want to sink himself inside her then and there.
But he wouldn’t rush this, no matter how much he hungered for her.
Outside, a gust of wind slammed something against the side of the house, distracting them both for a moment and making Loki jump off the couch to investigate. But when no other sounds followed save wind and rain, Quinton returned his attention to the gorgeous woman next to him on the sofa.
Needing a better hold on her, he lifted McKenna onto his lap, splaying his thighs to cradle her better. The dress was already falling from her shoulders, so he peeled the fabric the rest of the way off. Laying it aside, he undid the clasp of her bra to free her breasts.
When she reached to remove her underwear, he gripped her wrist to stop her.
“Leave them.” He spoke the words against her ear while he returned to the elastic straps himself. “Just for a little longer.”
Repeating the seesaw motion with the satin, he was rewarded with a throaty moan of his name.
“Quinton. Please.” She squirmed against him, sending a bolt of heat straight to his erection and making it damned near impossible for him to ignore her plea.
However, ignore it he did. Because he craved the sight of her coming undone in his arms. He needed that even more than his own finish.
He’d dreamed about it too often.
Still, a moment later, she was too at the mercy of her own desire to argue with him. She clutched at his shoulder, her mouth gone slack as he worked the material between her thighs. Slowly. And then faster.
Friction decreasing as the fabric grew damp.