In the blink of an eye, he was on his back. I straddled his hips as he gripped my waist with both hands, holding me a few inches above him.
"Ride me. I want to watch you." His voice was husky as he delivered the command. I didn't need to be told twice. Reaching between us, I wrapped my fingers around his cock and lined him up with my entrance before sinking down oh-so-slowly, cherishing the way he stretched me, inch by glorious inch.
My head fell back on a deep moan when he bottomed out inside of me. My nails dug into the skin of his chest as I began to rock my hips back and forth, getting used to the fullness of having him so deep.
Quinn's hands twisted in my hair as I began to ride him, faster and faster with each stroke. He pulled until my head bent down, his gravelly voice demanding, "Look at me. Open your eyes, baby. Let me see you."
I did as he ordered, sucking in a gasp at what I saw reflecting back at me. His green eyes were dark with lust, but there was a warmth in them as he stared up at me in wonder that I felt in my chest.
"Quinn," I breathed, lost to the moment, to the feel of him.
The moment his name left my lips, he sat up, wrapping an arm around me tightly as he kissed me, long, deep, wet. It was as though he couldn't get enough of our connection, like he needed to touch every part of me.
"So good, baby. Always so fucking good. You're unbelievable."
I cried out as my walls began to tighten around him, my release just within reach. I squeezed my eyes shut and began to ride him faster, chasing after that euphoria. "I'm close."
"I know, baby. I feel you. Eyes on me when you come. Give it to me, Lilly." His hips began to lift off the bed, meeting me thrust for thrust, driving himself as deep as he could possibly go.
I opened my eyes and stared straight into his green depths as I drove myself up and down on his thick cock. Something about this was different. Making love with Quinn was always amazing, but there was an intensity to it this time I'd never felt before. His gaze never wavered as he pushed me closer to the edge. It was so consuming that tears began to burn the backs of my eyes as I dove headfirst into the most extraordinary release I'd ever experienced. It wasn't just physical. I felt it on every emotional level possible.
A tear broke free as I cried out his name. He caught it with his lips, and I felt that action down to my soul. His mouth moved to mine just as his cock twitched and he groaned from deep within his throat as he began pouring himself inside of me.
We took our time coming down, and several minutes later, he lifted me off him, softly placing me on the bed before going to the bathroom to get a wet rag to clean me with. He turned out the lights and pulled the covers from beneath me, climbed back in beside me and wrapped me in his embrace.
The last thing I remember before sleep took over was whispering into the dark, "I love you."
Then I was out.
Quinn
"I LOVE YOU."
Those three beautiful words plunged into my chest like a knife, leaving a searing pain in their wake so excruciating I could barely breathe.
Because I felt the same way.
And I knew I'd just ruined everything. I'd betrayed Addison's memory. I'd betrayed Lilly's trust. I could never be the man to give her everything she deserved. She deserved more than a man with a broken soul.
Actions had consequences. And because of my selfishness we were both going to pay the devastating price.
I had no one to blame but myself.
Lilly
I WOKE WITH a shiver as a chill worked its way over me, causing goosebumps to break out across my skin.
The bedroom was still bathed in darkness behind my eyelids, but I could hear the distinct sound of someone moving around. Reaching across the bed, I searched for Quinn's warm body only to come up empty. My eyes popped open at the sound of rustling fabric, and I could just make out Quinn's silhouette in the faint moonlight. Sitting up, I flicked on the bedside lamp flooding the room with soft golden light.
Quinn froze with his jeans halfway up his thighs.
"What are you doing?"
At my question, he came out of his motionless state and finished with his pants, zipping and buttoning before bending back down to snatch his sweater off the floor.
His voice was flat as he replied, "I need to go."
Dread coiled in my belly as I turned to look at the clock. "It's two in the morning, Quinn. Sophia's at a sleepover. Why don't you come back to bed?" I asked, fearing his response. It was like I'd developed a sixth sense when it came to this contrary man. He was a walking, talking contradiction. In the very back of my mind, I finally heard the whispered sound of the other shoe dropping.