Intimate Persuasions (8 page)

Quinn grabbed the shower spray and adjusted the nozzle to full massage pressure. Only moments ago, when he thought of it, he just wanted to make her feel as good as she made him feel. But he was already getting hard again. Damn. He wanted her constantly. The sweet and hot wetness of her. The way she clung to and sucked on his cock with her tight pussy. It was amazing.

“Spread your legs a little more baby. Yeah, just like that.”

Quinn positioned himself at her entrance, barely sliding inside of her. Nudging just the head of his cock inside. “Are you ready for something new baby?”

Ann’s eyes flew open with question. Was he going to–ooh. “Oh Quinn.”

Quinn hadn’t waited for her answer. Right after he asked her, he slid into her all the way, and at the same time he brought the shower massage nozzle around and in front of her. He sprayed it directly onto her clit as he used the fingers of one hand to open her up further to him. Her resulting response was all the encouragement he needed to thrust into her with so much vigor like he was a virgin on prom night.

Ann could feel her blood beating and coursing through every part of her body and soul. To be filled by him, while he sprayed that fast pounding water against her clit was euphoric. She could already feel her orgasm building. It was right below the surface, climbing up and—ooh. There it is. “Quinn. Yes!” She shouted.

Quinn felt her release wash over his cock as he pumped in and out of her. Knowing that there was no way he was going to be able to come again so soon. But she felt so damn good, he couldn’t stop. Annie’s words changed his condition really fast, and effectively changed his mind on whether or not he could come again quite so quickly.

“Quinn, please. I want to feel you come inside of me.”

Just hearing her he was a goner. He thrust into her twice more and spilled himself inside of her. Surprised that there was anything left, he chuckled at what she did to him. He
was
like a teenage boy. Always hard, and always ready to go.

As they both came down from their orgasms they held onto each other. Not saying anything, they began to wash each other’s bodies. When they were drying each other off on the tile floor, Quinn knew that there was no way on God’s green earth that he would ever be able to let her go. She was a part of him now. He was a part of her. He hoped to God that she knew that.

* * * *

Ann looked at him and wondered how long she would have with him. Every time they were together she found that she loved him even more. She wished she could tell him, but knew it would just end things sooner. So, she wouldn’t say anything. She would just bide her time and hope that she had more time to know him and love him. And dear God, did she love him.

An hour later, Ann followed Quinn into Rose’s Diner where they planned to eat a late breakfast. There was no mistaking all of the heads that turned in their direction as they entered.

“Just how small is this town?” She asked him as they sat down.

He chuckled. “Only a little over a thousand. Didn’t you know that? Why did you move here anyway?”

“I guess I needed a change of scenery.”

He smiled at her and outstretched his arms across the back of the booth. “And? What do you think of the scenery so far?”

She laughed at his arrogance. “Me like.”

“You do huh? Well, I happen to be enjoying the scenery as well.” He reached over and laced their fingers together.

“Seriously though, over a thousand people? That doesn’t seem terribly small. It seems like everyone knows everyone, and their business,” she added at the end.

“Not really. It’s just that everyone has known each other for so long and sees one another so often it’s kind of hard to keep secrets around here.” He shrugged it off, used to everyone’s nosiness.

“Oh, so basically the idea of privacy is foreign in this town?”

He gave her an ‘oh please’ grin. “No. But everyone knew my parents and their sordid situation, so naturally they know me and Derek, too.” He had already told her about his parents, after she had mentioned to him what Derek had said.

“Well, I happen to think you’re a very major player, at least in my life anyway.”

He knew she was only being playful, but he needed to hear that. He needed to know that he was important to her. He wished he could tell her everything that was happening to him. Everything that he felt at even the thought of her. But he had to be careful, he had to make sure he didn’t rush her. He could be patient. When she was ready, and she felt just as strongly for him too, then he would tell her.

Ann looked at him sitting across the booth. It still amazed her how incredibly handsome he was. After this morning, she managed to fall even farther over the edge in love with him. She actually had to bite her tongue from screaming it when she came in the shower earlier. She knew that she would have to wait until either he felt the same way towards her too, or he got tired of her and moved on. Regardless of which way it went she knew she would someday tell him everything that he was to her.

Chapter Seven

“Do you realize that it’s been two weeks since you seduced me on the side of the road?” Quinn asked her over a plate of scrambled eggs.

Ann looked at him innocently and held a hand to her chest in shock. “What? Me? Seduce you? I am a lady, sir, whatever gave you the impression that I would stoop to such levels?”

Quinn almost spit out his eggs in laughter. “Well you may not stoop but you certainly drop, to your knees, a lot.”

Ann gasped at his cocky arrogance. She picked up her napkin and threw it at him. “Well, you are certainly never complaining when I’m doing it.”

After he dodged her napkin he explained, “No, you misunderstood. I’m not complaining. No, I’m merely pointing out how glad I am that you had that flat tire.” He winked at her and shoveled in another forkful of eggs.

“Fine. I guess you’re saved by your charm. So, what’s on the agenda today?”

He thought about it for a minute. This was the first day since they met that they both actually had the day off. It was strange and nice feeling being able to sleep late without either one of them needing to be anywhere.

“No ideas, huh?” Ann reached over and grabbed his empty plate in an effort to take it to the sink. But her idea was quickly thwarted.

Quinn pulled her into his lap. “I have a few ideas.” He waggled his brows at her in a seductive gesture.

Ann rolled her eyes and laughed at him. “Good Lord. Don’t you ever get enough?” But she kissed him anyway. She loved his kisses and the drugging effect they had on her senses.

Quinn was the first to pull away. He looked at her intently as he ran a hand up her arm, across her shoulder and up her neck to cup her nape. “I don’t. I swear, no matter how many times we’re together I’m always dying for you again.”

Ann seemed startled by his demeanor. She said nothing, rather staring at him.

“Annie, say something.” Quinn’s words came out desperate, and he hated that. But he needed something from her. He needed a sign that he was as important to her as she was to him. So many times in the past week he had almost let it slip that he was in love with her. He just kept reminding himself that they had only been together for two weeks. That he had to be patient and soon, hopefully, she would fall in love with him, too.

“Quinn, I don’t know what to say when you get serious like that.” Her expression showed him how sincere she was being. She still looked unsure, as if afraid to tell him the whole truth. He wished the woman in her would scream from the highest mountain top that she loved him. It was too soon for that though and he knew it. He hated this tightening feeling around his heart. He wanted to keep her forever and feared that he might not be able to.

“You could tell me that you feel the same way. You could tell me that you want me just as much as I want you.” It wasn’t really all that he needed to hear, but it was a beginning.

As soon as he said it he realized his mistake. Sex again. Would that be her biggest worry? Would she wonder if all he was interested in was the way their bodies moved so in tune with one another? Sure, it was fantastic. Heck, it was better than fantastic, but he wanted more for them.

She set the plate back on the table and reached her arms around his neck. “I do want you, Quinn. You know that though. It’s obvious isn’t it? Every time you touch me I completely melt for you.”
How could he not know that?
She was a whimpering pile of need for him.

He smiled at her and kissed her nose. He did know that. He knew how to turn her on and make her feel good. Of that he was sure. But he wanted more than her body. He wanted her to give her heart, willingly and without reservations. He wanted all of her, every last bit of her, right down to her very soul. Hell, he didn’t just want that, he needed it.

“Do you feel like taking a drive today?” He asked her as he continued to plant little kisses all along her face. “We could take a picnic up to a lake that’s only about an hour away. Maybe a blanket, too? What do you say?”

It sounds like heaven.
“I think that sounds great. Do you want me to make some sandwiches? I could even throw a salad together.”

He didn’t. One of the things he had noticed since she moved in was that she was always trying to do things for him. This would have been nice occasionally, but she did it like she was trying to prove something to him. She did the dishes, the laundry, cleaned, dusted and vacuumed. They actually had had their first argument over it a couple of days ago.

He remembered vividly the hurt in her eyes when he had snapped at her. He hadn’t meant to, but he had just gotten home late from the Roadhouse and was furious when he found her still up at three o’clock in the morning folding his laundry.

“Why in the hell are you doing the wash at this ungodly hour?” He had snapped at her.

At first she had snapped back. “I didn’t get home until late from the restaurant and I knew if I didn’t do it that you’d try to do it yourself tomorrow.”

It baffled him why she kept trying to do things before he got to them. He couldn’t make any sense out of it. “Why? So what if I do the laundry. It’s my laundry.”

That was when she changed, when the sadness entered her eyes. “I just want to do nice things for you. I didn’t want you to think that I don’t appreciate you letting me stay here.”

In retrospect he could have handled her statement better. The truth was though that it pissed him off. He wasn’t just letting her stay there. He had asked her to move in with him and he meant it. He didn’t want her ‘staying’ with him. He wanted her living with him. It was supposed to be their place, together. Not her staying with him. It made it sound like they were just biding their time until something better came along.

So naturally, because he was so levelheaded whenever he got angry, he really flew off the handle. “I don’t want you to fucking appreciate it. I want you to enjoy it, damn it. I want you to stop thinking that you have to do things for me to make me happy.”

But his harsh words and the way he screamed brought tears to her eyes, and that was something that he couldn’t handle. He instantly apologized, and
 
held her close as he told her how sorry he was. She sniffled a little before accepting it, but it still tore through his heart to hear her cry, especially since he was the one that had caused it.

And the real kicker to the whole thing was that while he was battling her in her constant efforts to do nice things for him, he was dying to do the same. He wanted to be the one to do the nice things, to take care of her and sweep her off of her feet until she fell hopelessly in love with him.

“No, don’t make anything. We’ll pick up some fried chicken on the way. Let’s not worry about anything today and just relax.” He held her a little tighter and closer to her body. “Let’s go get ready okay?” And he swiftly patted her butt as she stood up.

“You go ahead. I want to get these dishes done before we leave.” She wasn’t looking at him; she was already soaping up the sponge and preparing to wash the pan that she had made the eggs in.

He wanted to tell her no. That she wasn’t going to do the dishes and she was going to come to the shower with him right now. But he didn’t. There was no way that he was going to do anything to ruin their day together. So instead he left the room and headed toward the bedroom. He wished he could make her get over the need to take care of him and do things for him. But he wouldn’t force the issue today. Today, they would just enjoy themselves. They would be able to stay all day if they wanted. His assistant manager was covering for him at the Roadhouse tonight, and there was nothing standing in their way of just simply enjoying each other.

Two and a half hours later Quinn pulled up alongside the lake. He watched her reaction as she took in her surroundings. “What do you think?”

She looked over at him and smiled. “It’s breathtaking. How did you ever find it?”

Quinn shrugged as he put the truck in park. “Our dad used to take Derek and I here when we were kids. We would stand over there on the shore and fish for hours.” He laughed a little as he remembered those days. “It’s weird you know, he was a horrible, rotten husband. Geez, he was as absolute asshole to our mothers, with the way he constantly broke both of their hearts with empty promises, but he was such a good dad.”