Page 21 of Sin for You

“My family’s fucked up, Quinn, you know that. There’s nothing to talk about.” I stared down at my discarded phone, unable to make myself look at her.

“Talking to her, it hurt you. I don’t like seeing you hurt.”

Jesus, she was killing me. After that call, I was struggling to build my walls back up. I needed her to back away before I pulled her into my arms and sated the need for her that was fucking roaring through me. A need that was wrong, so wrong for so many reasons.

“Please, Logan, will you look at me?”

The sound of my name on her lips made my heart pound harder. “Can’t,” I gritted out.

“Why?”

I could feel the heat of her body radiating from her, seeping into me. Her warmth, her scent…just her. Everything about her was drawing me in, making my head spin. “If I look at you now, I’ll do something I shouldn’t.”

Her hand was at my waist and she slid it around to my stomach.

I shuddered, cock pumping full of blood, painfully hard in an instant. “Quinn…”

“What? What will you do?” she whispered.

The slight rasp to her voice sent tingles across my scalp. I clenched my fist. “You can’t…you can’t touch me like that,” I said, desperation clear in my voice.

“Why?” she asked again. “What will happen?” She put her other hand gently on my chest then slid it higher, fingers curling around the side of my throat. “Tell me?”

I turned to her, doing exactly what I knew I shouldn’t, but needing her so bad I couldn’t stop myself. And, fuck, looking into her gray eyes, the last shred of my control was decimated.

I didn’t tell her what would happen—couldn’t. If she knew exactly what I wanted to do to her she might run away, and now that I’d made my mind up to taste her properly, that wasn’t going to work for me.

So instead I slid my hand up her back, small and delicate, and thrust my fingers in her long dark-as-night hair, fisting it lightly, and leaned in, growling when she rose to her toes.

Shit, I closed the small gap separating us and pressed my mouth to hers.

Fuck me.

Quinn moaned instantly, her arm sliding around my neck, holding me to her, the other fisting my T-shirt and doing the same. Her little tongue slid over my upper lip, and I fucking combusted. Reaching down, I grabbed her round ass and yanked her off her feet. Spinning, I pressed her into the wall, slanted my mouth over hers, and worked at owning it.

Yeah, fuck, this was what I needed, what I’d needed for longer than I’d allowed myself to think about. I’d been craving this beautiful girl since she drove back into town and started giving me hell.

My tongue delved deeper into the heat of her mouth as I grabbed her thighs, pulling them wide so my hips could fill the space I’d made.

My cock pulsed, my balls ached. Quinn tasted so insanely good. Perfect.

“Bull,” she gasped against my lips. “Oh God.”

I sucked her tongue back into my mouth, then chased hers with mine, because I couldn’t get enough. The woman tasted like heaven. Felt like heaven.

My hips shot forward, grinding into her. I wanted inside her. Now.

“Whoa!”

I froze as Dane’s voice broke through the spell I was under. Shit. I forced myself to lift my head, break the kiss, and turned to my cousin.

“Bro, you should’ve shut the door if you wanted to get busy,” Dane said and winked at Quinn.

“Get the fuck out,” I growled. “Now.”

Dane lifted his hands. “I’m leaving. But just for the record, I so called this.” Then he sauntered away.

Fuck.