Knock Me Off My Feet (24 page)

What the hell would happen when he was inside her?

"Come here to me," he said, turning her, taking her hands, and sinking slowly with her onto the Oriental rug. "It's time for sweaty sex on the floor, Homey."

They knelt in front of each other and she stared at him, so close, so gorgeous and intense. She felt his hard desire tap against her belly now. She felt his arms reach around her back and pull her against him. He felt like fire. There was fire in the tongue that licked into her mouth, fire where his fingertips pushed up into her hair. She felt herself become only what his hands wanted from her—nothing but slippery heat and stiff nipples and arching flesh, all for Quinn. Only for him.

"You are so soft. So beautiful," he managed between kisses. "I want you to take whatever you want from me. Take it."

Audie pushed hard into him with her mouth, then pulled back, breathless. She came back to him, running her tongue across his lips, resting her hands on his thighs, then pulled back again.

Quinn smiled at her. She did it again—came to him and kissed him with a sharp rush of
need
and then pulled away. There was something happening here, he realized, as if she was right on the edge of letting go, on the edge of asking for something, but she didn't know how to go about it.

Just as he suspected.

"Let it go with me, Audie." His voice was warm and his hands cradled her face and she felt herself trembling—from desire or fear she couldn't say.

"I'm not sure I can," she said.

Quinn looked down at her beautiful flushed face, her lips swollen from his kisses, her eyes dark and doubtful.

"Please don't be afraid of me."

She shook her head. "I'm not afraid of you, Quinn. I'm afraid of me—of what I want right now, with you
…
what I want to say to you."

He smiled at her and gently traced his thumb across her full bottom lip. When her wet little tongue came out to greet him, his penis jumped.

"Say it."

She was about to shake her head again when he pulled her roughly to him, smashing her breasts against his bare chest. "I want to hear you ask for it," he said roughly.

With a little sob, she leaned back and looked into his eyes. "I want it hard, Quinn," she whispered. "I want you to pin me down, and take me until there's nothing left of me. I want you to make me scream."

He let out a surprised laugh, deep and throaty, but said nothing at first. Then his grip on her softened. "Tell me if I hurt you. I don't want to hurt you, sweet lassie."

It was her turn to laugh. "You can't. I think I was made for this—for you, for right now. I think I've been waiting all my life for this." Her eyes pleaded with him. "Do it, Quinn."

"Jaysus."

He laid her gently on her back, and his face was drawn with such raw sexual hunger that she trembled. He hovered over her a silent moment as if to give her one last chance to change her mind.

Like that would happen.

"I want to scream, Quinn," she whispered, and his hands were pressing down on the insides of her thighs, spreading her wide, and she felt him slowly run a finger along the dripping seam of her.

"Holy Christ, Audie," he groaned.

He cupped himself in his hand and rubbed the fat head of his penis up and down the entrance to her. With his eyes hot on hers, he pushed inside her in one long, slow slide and listened to her moan the whole way in.

At first, Audie thought he'd ripped her apart. He felt so huge and hard, and she'd been empty for so long that it was a shock to her. But when he began to move, so slow and deep, all she felt was the pleasure, the swaying pleasure in the putting in and pulling out, the press of his hard weight into her, becoming part of her.

His hands went to her wrists, moving them up over her head and pinning them to the carpet as he began to move a bit harder and a bit faster. Audie looked up into his eyes, so forceful and serious, and she felt conquered like never before, treasured like never before, and the waves started to break in her mind.

She was his. He was inside her. She was getting exactly what she wanted—what she'd always wanted.

Thank God.

Then the words began.

"I'm taking you, Audie. I'm right here. I'm giving you what you want, big and deep and hard. I'd do anything for you. Do you know that I'd do anything for you?"

His words struck like velvet lightning in her blood. She felt herself clenching and pulling as he continued to rain words down upon her in that musical voice—so many words.

"You're mine, woman," he growled, dipping his head to suck and lick at her hard nipples. "I'm never letting you go. I'm taking you hard. Taking your sweet little body."

The man who said so little in everyday conversation was making love to her with words, she realized, bringing her to orgasm with words, words like kisses, words as real and as hard as the cock now fully inside her, reaching her core.

"I feel you coming, Audie. I feel you so hot and sweet—God, you are the sweetest damn thing I've ever seen in my
life!"

Where was this place? Wherever it was, she was going fast and rough and it was a rushing, dark place and his words were dragging her there.

"I'm coming!" she whimpered.

That made him smile. "I know you are, baby," he said, kissing her softly. "And I'm going to keep you there, then push you higher." He adjusted himself over her, changing the angle and speed of his thrusts, and the friction was too hot, too good, and she cried out.

Quinn looked down
to
see her body shimmering with sweat, all softness and sex writhing beneath him, her breasts exposed, her lips parted. She was very close
to
letting go completely, he knew. And it was going to be good.

"Come here to me." He released her wrists and pulled her up, balancing her head in one arm while supporting himself with the other. He started a slow and sultry rhythm with his hips.

"Don't close your eyes. I want you to look right at me while I split you open. Look at me while I love you. You want me deep inside you, don't you, Audie?"

"Oh, God, yes!" She didn't recognize her own voice.

Quinn pushed into her without mercy then, rough and serious and just a bit faster. "I'm taking you, Audie. I'm taking you with everything I've got, everything I am. Do you want more?"

"Yes! More!" And the words faded into a wail, not a cry, not a moan, but a desperate sound that told Quinn what he needed to know—that this was something new for her and it was surprising and strong. Her eyes began to close.

"Open your eyes and look at me." She did. His gaze locked on hers and she gasped. He was seeing too much. He was asking for too much!

"It's too much …
I don't know—"

"Just feel, sweetheart," he murmured. "Just feel us together; feel how good this is between you and me. It's unbelievable. It's
so
…
damn
…
good."

He held her head so that she couldn't escape the truth of what she'd asked for and what he was giving her. And Audie didn't know where the force originated—whether it was in her heart or her flesh—but she was drowning in it, dying in it, staring into the penetrating green fire of Quinn's eyes as he showed her what it felt like to feel possessed, taken…

Loved.

He watched her face widen in shock and her eyes flash. Then she screamed—and it was wild and reckless and he covered her mouth with his own
to
swallow it. She arched against him and shook and went rigid, screaming louder, and her hands were tearing at his back, and Quinn absorbed
the
violence of her surrender.

He
grabbed her tight in both his arms, knowing this was too much for him, too intense. "I'm lost," he told her. "I'm yours…
"

Quinn came inside her with a roar and the heat blinded him and the world shattered into pieces around them.

They clutched at each other for many long, quiet minutes, their breathing ragged, their bodies slick with sweat and throwing off heat.

Quinn knew he should probably say something to her, but nothing seemed right. Nothing seemed good enough. Important enough. So all he did was whisper her name—
"Audie."

And right then, he put away the fantasy forever. He didn't need it anymore. He didn't want Carmen Electra. He sure as hell didn't want Martha Stewart. He wanted this woman—he wanted Audie.

He pulled her up as he rose to his knees, then turned so that she sat on his lap. She stayed curled around him, quiet, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. Eventually, she stirred. "Quinn?"

"Mmm?"

"Are you always like that?" She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder.

"Like
what?"
he wondered aloud. Did he usually let his heart crack in two? Did he usually see his soul reflected in a woman's eyes?

"Do you always talk that much?"

He chuckled, slightly embarrassed, gently stroking her back and hip with one hand. "Did I talk a lot?"

She pulled away enough to see his face, so sweet and confused. She ran a finger along his sweaty hairline and smiled at him. "Yes. You talked an awful lot."

He frowned. "That may have been a first. I hope I didn't say anything stupid."

Audie stared at him in silence, then kissed his cheek and tucked her body close to his again, gripping his waist tight with her legs.

So many extraordinary things had just happened to her, but the most amazing was that Quinn had just taken her to a place of blind, raging lust and now he cradled her in his lap, so warm and sweet, worried that he'd said something stupid. She'd never known a man like him.

Suddenly there were tears in her eyes, and she was glad he couldn't
see
them.

"Nothing stupid, Quinn," she assured him, kissing his neck and hugging him tight. "Just wonderful."

After a long while, he lifted her away from his chest and kissed her tenderly. "I won't be sleeping in the guest room tonight, will I, Homey?"

"No. And not in the hallway, either. I don't think I'm done with you."

"Are you threatening me?" His mouth twitched with the beginnings of a wicked smile.

"Yes, and you love it." She ran a finger across those beautiful lips. "Shall we?"

With a groan she pulled away from him, tucked her legs beneath her, and stood. She offered him her hand, but he just looked up at her, astonished.

"Aren't you coming?"

"I kind of like the view from here," he said, and she looked down to see her thighs glistening with sweat and semen.

"Oh, God."

He jumped to his feet and put his arms around her, rubbing her back. "You look like a woman who's been thoroughly ravaged, and as I recall, that's what you ordered. Wanna take a shower with me?"

When she stopped laughing, she leaned her head back and looked into his eyes, so bright and contented. "I have to tell you something first, Quinn."

"I'm all ears."

"I explained how it is with me, and—"

"I changed all that?"

As ridiculous as it seemed, Audie suddenly felt a little self-conscious. "It seems that way," she whispered.

Quinn grabbed a handful of her thick, wavy hair, grinning. "You did look fairly shocked by the whole thing."

"That's because I was."

He kissed the adorable tip of her nose, then rubbed his cheek against hers as he whispered into her ear, "Tell me how it was different."

She closed her eyes and sighed, wondering how she could possibly explain this to him. She wasn't an expert on the male orgasm, but she didn't think they had the kind of drastic range of responses that women did. After a long moment, she pulled back to look at him.

"OK, Quinn. Have you ever taken a sip of Bud Light and found yourself staring at the can, trying to convince yourself that you'd just swallowed beer?"

His grin spread.

"My usual orgasm is a Bud Light."

He was already shaking with silent laughter. "And just now
…
?"

"Like sticking my mouth under the Guinness tap and slurping
every
rich, delicious drop until I blow up, knowing it's a very good way to die."

Quinn laughed hard and clasped her to him so tight that she momentarily couldn't breathe.

"You're supposed to warn me when you're going to talk about beer, woman."

"I forgot again."

"Audie, you make me so happy
…
"

The words came out sure and clear, and though Quinn's arms relaxed around her, she still couldn't breathe. She felt him stroke her hair and caress her back. She nestled closer, listening to his heartbeat, his breath, remembering how he had held her like this on the dock that night, when he first offered her a place in the world where she fit just right.

When she warned him she was a failure at love.

Quinn must have heard her thoughts again, because he whispered to her in his gravelly voice,
"…
until we both dry up and blow away."