Page 40 of Christmas in Quincy (The Edens 0.50)

Austin hooked his finger under my chin and turned up my mouth, claiming it with his own as he laid me on the bed. Then he pulled away to strip, returning to me with a ferocity I’d never felt before.

He wanted me. I felt it in the swipe of his tongue and the firm grip of his hands. He wanted me, only me.

I’d been blind to it before, but as he kissed and sucked and licked, it all became clear. The insults. The critiques. The dismissals. He’d used them all as tools to keep me away.

With an arm around my back, Austin hoisted me deeper into the plush bed. His weight pressed me into the mattress and when I spread my legs, he relaxed into the cradle of my hips, never once breaking our kiss.

My hands roamed over the hard lines of his back, my short nails digging into the solid muscle of his body.

Every lick of his tongue and nip of his teeth made the ache in my core spike. “Austin.”

He reached between us to fist his shaft but stopped. “Fuck. No condom.”

“I don’t care.”

“Are you—”

I nodded and arched my hips. “Please.”

I’d been on the pill since high school and I hadn’t been with a man since college. Dating over the past four years had been nearly impossible. It was hard to date when you were infatuated with your bodyguard.

Austin dragged the tip of his cock through my folds. “God, you’re wet.”

“For you.” Always for him.

He rocked inside, slowly, back and forth until he slid inside, filling and stretching me.

“Austin,” I moaned, my throat arching up in a surge of pleasure.

“Christ, you feel good.” He dropped a string of kisses down my chest until he reached the curve of my breast. Then he took a nipple in his hot mouth, biting on the hard nub, and I cried out his name again. The mix of pleasure and pain sent a rush through my veins.

Austin eased out before pumping inside again, the sound of his hips slamming into mine echoing through the room along with my whimpers.

His rhythm started slowly, deliberately, until he was moving in a motion that would definitely clue the room next door into exactly what we were doing.

Fucking. I was fucking Austin Myles. Oh, yes, I was screwing Austin and damn, but it was good. So, so good. I’d scream it from the hotel roof if they’d let me.

He was mine. For today, he was mine. And it felt so right that I closed my eyes and let the pleasure build into a blinding light. The root of his cock dragged against my clit with every thrust. He hit the spot inside that drove me wild until I was shaking, writhing beneath him.

“I’m—” I didn’t get a chance to warn him. I shattered, pulsing around him as I moaned through the hardest and longest orgasm of my life.

The white spots in my vision cleared just in time to let me see the restraint on Austin’s face break, and with a groan, he let go, pouring hot inside me until he collapsed onto the bed.

Our slick bodies clung to one another and I burrowed my face into his neck, savoring his scent and memorizing the weight of his body on mine.

He’d ruined me. Devastated. No one would ever compare and silly me, I hoped I wouldn’t have to find out.

When we’d both regained our breaths, he slid free and eased off the bed. “I’ll get a washcloth.”

“It’s okay.” I pushed myself up to shaking feet. I shuffled past Austin, needing a minute alone to process everything that had just happened, so I shut myself in the bathroom and braved the mirror.

My hair had fallen out of its tie and was hanging loose and damp over my shoulders. My lips were red and puffy. And there was something in my eyes, something I hadn’t noticed before today.

Love.

I was in love with Austin.

How would I ever pretend like this hadn’t happened?