Page 20 of Alaskan Blackout

He was tempted to maintain the pace until she found her peak that way, but a part of him couldn’t resist touching her any longer. When her breathing went shallow and quick, he let go of the panties and nudged aside the satin, making just enough room for him to touch her wet heat.

When he slid a finger deep inside her, her breath caught. Her body arched. And then, in one glorious cry of completion, she came against his hand, her body pulsing with the force of it. Again and again.

He held her tightly to him with the arm he’d braced around her back. His other palm he let curve around her mound. Her heart pounded wildly just beneath her breast. He could feel the force of it against his cheek as he held her.

And in spite of the heat burning through him, he felt a satisfaction of his own, knowing that he’d taken her there.

He splayed his hand against her spine, wanting more but very willing to wait for it. He’d earned every throaty sigh, every lush spasm of her body, and he would enjoy each second of her completion.

“Quinton.” She edged away from him so she could peer into his eyes. “They have a saying where I come from about turnabout and fair play.” She dragged her fingertips slowly down his chest, her blue gaze tracking the progress of her touch until she unfastened the first button of his shirt. “Maybe you’ve heard of it?”

The fire that he’d managed to bank before blazed up again at her provocative touch. At the heat in her eyes.

Against her hip, his erection throbbed an answer she had to feel.

A damned good thing since he didn’t trust his voice to speak right then. Especially not when she slid off his lap to kneel in front of him.

And slowly lower his zipper.

McKenna only sort of knew what she was doing.

Her sexual experiences had come to an abrupt halt after her scumbag ex had shared her then-twenty-five-year-old self with all the internet. And it’s not like she’d gathered a wealth of sensual knowledge prior to that.

For her to climax so fast with Quinton and then feel compelled to pay him back in kind? All that was new terrain for her. Not just the sex acts. Also, the whole “unselfish” approach was new and delicious. Every nerve ending she possessed was on fire for this man, even now after he’d driven her to incredible new heights.

So yeah, she was willing to put herself out there in a big way to please him. And the best way seemed obvious. She just hoped she delivered for him the way he had for her.

From behind Quinton’s shoulder, her cat Freya opened one skeptical eye to stare down from the back of the sofa, echoing McKenna’s doubts.

Or maybe she was projecting just a bit.

Once she’d freed Quinton’s cock from his boxers, she forgot about everything else but him. Stroking him with one hand, she leaned closer to take an experimental taste.

The ragged noise that issued from his mouth was all the incentive she needed. Licking her lips, she hovered just above the crown and gathered her courage. Then she lowered her mouth onto him.

“McKenna.”He chanted her name amid a string of soft curses that assured her she was doing something right.

Shifting her shoulders between his thighs, she took more of him, licking and tasting. Sucking and—

He lifted her by the shoulders, pulling her off him when she’d just found a rhythm. But her confusion lasted only a moment. Seeing the harsh look on his face told her all she needed to know.

“It’s too good. I need you.” Standing, he reached for one of the quilts she’d brought and laid it on the floor between the couch and fireplace, then added a second on top of it.

While she wriggled out of her panties, he divested himself of his clothes in record time, producing a condom from somewhere. She was grateful he’d thought of it since she’d been too caught up in the hunger for him to think about practicalities, which wasn’t like her.

Tossing the condom on the blankets, he stalked toward her, his naked body a thing of masculine beauty. Firelight cast him half in shadow, half in bronze. Muscles rippled in his thighs and arms. And his abs... She could have stared at him for days. Could have used her mouth on him for days just tracing the paths between the ridges with her tongue.

“I like what I’m seeing too,” he assured her, his words bringing home that he was getting the same kind of unfiltered view of her that she was enjoying of him.

For an instant, a hot wave of panic threatened as she recalled how many other people had seen her naked without her permission. Fury over the unfairness of that rose in her chest, but before it could rattle her, Quinton was there, his arms around her. His mouth possessing hers and blotting out thought of anything else but him. His body against hers rewired her nerve endings so they were all attuned to him.

Reminding her that what she was sharing was for him alone.

Breaking the kiss, he drew her down to the blankets with him. He cradled her head as he laid her down, his expression serious.

“Are you still with me?” he asked, fingers stroking into her hair as he waited for an answer.

Had he spied some of her momentary misgivings in her face? She wouldn’t allow her past to rob the present. Not for Quinton. Not for herself either.