Page 77 of Sin for You

The beautiful, sweet, intelligent, sexy-as-hell woman in my arms didn’t feel the same way, and, yeah, that hurt like a motherfucker.

“The whole time I was wishing I was at your place, in your bed, alone with you.” Not dancing with her, like she’d been with that other guy, not talking or laughing. She wished we were fucking, that’s all.

She wanted my mouth, my hands, my dick, but that’s where it ended.

But that was the agreement. She wasn’t interested in love or relationships, for a good reason. Sex only, and when one of us was done, we walked away. No one got hurt, no hard feelings. That wasn’t going to be possible now. I wouldn’t be able to walk away from this unscathed. I’d most definitely screwed up. How could I have ever thought spending time with Quinn, kissing her, holding her, getting to know her, really know her as more than just Mase’s sister, could end any other way?

I’d cared about her before this started, more than I’d admitted to myself.

She made a soft sound, wriggling against me. “Bull?”

“Go back to sleep, sweets.”

She rolled toward me instead, pressing in closer. “I need you,” she said. One of her legs lifted over my hip, scalding pussy making contact with my skin.

Those softly spoken words reached into my chest, fisted my heart, and squeezed. “You want me inside you again, baby?” I said, already shaking with hunger for her.

“Yes,” she whispered.

I slid my hand between us and groaned at how hot and wet she was.

“I can’t get enough of you,” she said, hips moving against my hand, voice breathless.

Jesus, she had no idea. I grabbed another condom, suited up, and rolled her soft and pliant to her back. “Wrap yourself around me.”

She did, arms around my neck, slender legs around my waist. I kissed her still puffy lips as I lined up, lifting to my elbows so I could watch her face as I slid home.

Because that’s exactly how it felt, like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. Where I was meant to be.

Her eyes squeezed shut then opened wide as I tilted my hips forward, and her mouth opened on a husky sigh. Fucking beautiful.

I started moving deep and controlled, taking it slow, loving the way she held on to me, the sexy, sweet little noises she made when I was all the way in then pressed deeper still before sliding back out.

Her fingers dug into my shoulders, nails scoring my skin. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, didn’t want it to end. I shook with the effort to hold back and the bed shook with me, sweat coating my skin.

What have you done?

The words echoed through my mind over and over. Jesus fucking Christ, what had I done? My gaze lifted from Quinn’s mouth and locked on to hers, and I tried, fuck knew, I tried to hide the way I was feeling, but I knew it was there in my eyes when she gasped, her nails dug deeper, and she pulled me down, breaking that eye contact like it was too much, like she didn’t want to see it.

Because she didn’t.

She didn’t want that from me.

Quinn kissed me one last time before pulling away, then she was coming, eyes squeezed tight, shutting me out. She clenched around me, muffling her cries on my bicep, and I was helpless to do anything else but go with her.

When I finally had myself together, I lifted my head and looked down at her. I didn’t know what I was looking for…

Bullshit.

Yeah, fuck, I wanted to see something, anything that told me she felt even a tiny bit of what I felt for her, but she still had her eyes closed.

“Look at me.” My voice sounded fucking raw.

Her eyes opened and she looked at my mouth as her hand went to my shoulder and she pushed, pushing me away.

“I…I need the bathroom.”

I moved, letting her up, and she scurried out from under me, scooping up her clothes as she made a dash for the other side of the room.