“Oh, my God, what is this?” Quinn thought he’d died and gone to heaven when the taste of honey melted on his tongue. He looked down at the food he was eating and realized she’d baked a cake. A freaking honey cake. It was gone in two more bites. “I’ve never tasted anything so delicious in my life,” Quinn told her as he licked his lips clean. He eyed her container. “Aren’t you going to share?”
Paige hugged her cake to her breast and laughed. “Not going to happen, big boy,” she replied as she cut off a piece and placed it in her mouth, slowly pulling away the fork. She moaned and closed her eyes, savoring the taste. “So good.”
Quinn was on her in a flash, tossing away the container and dragging her down on the blanket in one coordinated move. He quickly spread her legs, settling himself between them with ease.
“Quinn!” Her hands grabbed his shoulders.
He grinned down at her shocked expression. “Don’t you know better than to tease a hungry bear with the smell of honey?” He bent down and licked her lips and savored the feel of her nails biting into his shoulders.
“There’s more cake in the bag.” Her voice was low and breathless, that same sex phone whisper that had his cock going from hard to a piece of fucking granite in ten seconds flat.
“That’s good to know, but that wasn’t the honey I was talking about.” He moved, dislodging her hands as he slid down her body.
“There’s honey,” he said, kissing the flesh revealed by the low bodice of her dress. He continued his downward path to the peak of her right breast. Taking one taunt bud in his mouth, he sucked it inside, again taking fabric and all as he had in the elevator, making her back arch and her hands fist in his hair. He hardened even more, thinking about her reaction to what he was about to do. He tugged his head from her grasp and her hands fell to her sides. He placed kisses along the rise of her belly, then sat back on his knees, looking at her splayed before him, a feast for him to devour. “And then there’s this honey.”
He put his hands under the hem of her dress that had ridden up past her knees. Giving the soft flesh a hard squeeze, he pushed the light fabric up. “I smell your want, Paige.”
Paige shivered as Quinn’s thumbs caressed the insides of her thighs as he pushed her dress out of the way. Yes, she wanted him. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted a man. Knew she wanted him more than she’d ever want a man. It was no wonder he could smell her want. Moisture gathered between her thighs, soaking into her pink silk panties. Before she knew it, he’d pushed her dress up her thighs and over her panties.
She’d worn one of few matching lingerie sets she owned, a bra and panties in a dark shade of pink that bordered on red. Quinn lowered himself, his mouth urgently burning a trail from her knee to her throbbing pussy. She lost herself in the moment, the warm breeze wafting over her heated skin. The screech of the hawks above and the sounds of the city below faded away. There was nothing except this, this man.
Quinn bit the soft flesh on the inside of her right thigh, and then he was there, his mouth, covering her, his rough tongue licking, sucking her swollen clit through the silk fabric of her panties.
“So sweet, baby,” he murmured. “I want a deeper taste.” He leaned back and lifted her legs over one strong arm. Hooking a thumb beneath the waistband of her underwear, he had them down and off before she could say a word. “Now where was I.”
He lowered her legs back down to the blanket, then parted them, pushing her knees up and spreading her open for his pleasure.
Paige’s body trembled. She was so exposed. She knew she needed to protest, put her legs together. Blush. Something.
Quinn’s bear panted as their mate was revealed to them. The dark curls framing her pussy were trimmed and neat, glossy with the proof of her desire. He drew in a deep lungful of her scent. Sweet, so damn sweet. The outer lips were plump, begging for a kiss. Or a bite. His bear wrestled the man for control. The animal wanted to sink its fangs into the soft flesh, branding her as theirs.
He shook his head, pushing back the animal. Not yet. If he marked her now, he’d wind up taking her on the damn concrete slab. Not the ideal place for a first mating. He put his arms under her thighs and hooked her legs over his shoulders, freeing his hands. He lifted her closer with one hand, freeing his other to touch her. She gave a hoarse groan when his hand cupped her mound. He slid his middle finger down her slit slowly. The movement parted her pussy. He added another finger and stroked through her juices. His fingers came away wet. He resisted the temptation to lick them clean. He wanted his first taste of her to be pure. He lowered his head and used both hands to part her outer lips with his thumbs. With one long, strong stroke of his tongue, he tasted his mate for the very first time.