Gray Quinn's Baby(19)

Closing her eyes, she relished the simple pleasure of touch, but then  Quinn brought her down to the bed and she was soon distracted. Their  kisses grew in heat until they were tumbling over each other as if no  touch or kiss, no tangling of limbs or wild, raw, heated embrace, could  ever be enough for them. Quinn's body was a passport to pleasure and  hers was his to use as he pleased.

But right at the moment, when she should have been at her most  receptive, the doubts swept back in. Sensing the change in her, Quinn  stilled immediately.

She moved away.

'Are you still afraid I might hurt you?' Bringing her back into his  arms, Quinn dropped kisses on her brow, on her eyes and on her lips.

'I'm more frightened of disappointing you.'

Quinn smiled his reassurance against her mouth. 'You could never disappoint me. But if you don't want this … '

'I definitely want it.'

'And I definitely want it. So it seems to me we're riding the same wave here.'

Quinn's lips pressed down attractively as he cupped her face, caressing  her cheeks with his thumb pads. From there his hands continued to soothe  as his kisses migrated down her neck to her breasts, and from there to  her belly and the inside of her thighs. He moved lower, kissing her  ankles as he massaged her feet until she thought she would faint with  pleasure, before moving on to caress her calves and lick the back of her  knees-a place she could never have imagined held such potential for  sensation. 'Don't you dare stop,' she ordered him huskily, linking her  hands behind her head as he rested her legs on his shoulders. 'Do I  please you?'                       
       
           



       

'What do you think?' Quinn murmured.

She sighed and pressed against him, pressed against his mouth. She  didn't want to hold anything back. She wanted to experience everything  Quinn wanted to give her to the full. And after he'd brought her to the  edge again he straightened up to brush himself against her. He teased  her with the delicious foretaste of the pleasure to come until she cried  out in complaint. His answer to this was to tease her again, drawing  himself more slowly this time over each moist and swollen part of her,  until she was relaxed enough for him to stretch her with just the tip.

The sensation was so extreme, so good, that when Quinn made to withdraw this time she thrust her hips towards him, claiming him.

The breath shot out of Magenta's lungs in a rush. She wasn't even sure  if she could take all of him; sensing her shock, Quinn worked some magic  with his fingers and, with that and his kisses to distract her, he took  control. It was only moments until he inhabited her completely.

Quinn moved and she moved with him, marvelling at the lack of pain, the  lack of fear, even though he was stretching her beyond anything she  would have imagined possible. He filled her in the most pleasing way,  massaging her most effectively, and it wasn't long before she was  working frantically with him towards the inevitable conclusion. Digging  her fingers into his buttocks, she pressed her hips down until she was  certain that no part of them was left unconnected, and moments later the  first spasm hit her. Crying Quinn's name, she abandoned herself to  pleasure, bucking uncontrollably yet registering somewhere in the depths  of her mind that her first orgasm with Quinn had just been utterly  eclipsed.

It took ages for her to recover and ages for the delicious little  aftershocks of extreme pleasure to subside. Quinn rested deep inside  her, waiting until he judged her sufficiently recovered, and then he  began to move. Rolling his hips slowly from side to side, he brought the  hunger back again and the next climax hit her before she even knew it  was building. Screaming out his name, she thrust her hips convulsively  while Quinn held her firmly in place, making sure she enjoyed every  moment of it.

'You're spoiling me,' she managed groggily as he moved to take her again.

'We're only getting started,' Quinn assured her. 'I'm taking the edge off your hunger.'

'Taking the edge off!' Magenta laughed, but Quinn confirmed his  intentions, dropping kisses on her swollen lips. 'And when I've done  that,' he said, 'just as I promised I would, I'm going to make love to  you.'

'Haven't we been doing that?'

Quinn's laugh was low and sexy. 'Come on, Magenta,' he murmured in her  ear. 'We both know that neither of us is cut out for a diet of canapés.'

As Quinn was already moving deep inside her she had no intention of  arguing with that. Holding her secure in his arms, Quinn was rocking  her. 'Harder,' she begged him greedily. 'Take me faster, Quinn.' Then  speech was no longer possible. 'Hold me!' she cried out in the last few  ecstatic moments.

Cupping her buttocks firmly, Quinn kept her in position as she thrust  her fists against his chest. She needed something to brace herself  against as her mind was ripped from her body and flung into a world of  unimaginable colour and sensation. She explored it to the full, knowing  that when she finally quietened Quinn would be waiting to soothe her  with reassurances that she was safe.



This was definitely the way forward, Magenta decided, practically  purring with contentment as she woke slowly the following morning,  thankfully still in the sixties, in Quinn's huge bed. They had made love  through the night and only dawn had interrupted them. At the first  faint glimmer of light, Quinn had sprung up and left her side.

Her heart filled when he returned from taking a shower. It was no use  pretending this was anything casual. She couldn't get enough of him-and  no wonder. With a towel slung around his hips like a loin cloth, Quinn  was quite a sight to wake up to in the morning. He was the full package,  she reflected contentedly, easing her sated limbs. Quinn had the body  of a gladiator and a mind like a steel trap. He was funny and tender,  and had an appetite for sex that knew no bounds. He was the dream lover.

She could so easily make a habit of this, Magenta mused as he strolled towards the bed, drying his wayward hair on a towel.

'It's time to get up.'

'Already?' she complained.

'Work?' Quinn reminded her.

'Work?' she echoed without any of her usual enthusiasm. 'Can't we stay  here a little longer?' For the first time in her life, there was  something a lot more important than work-such as being with Quinn.  Gazing up into his face, she only found it disappointingly resolute.                       
       
           



       

'Work,' he confirmed, turning on his heels. 'Take a shower; there's plenty of hot water.'

Take a shower-alone? Mageneta frowned, wishing she hadn't heard the  distant note in Quinn's voice. After last night she had expected things  to be very different between them.

She waited until she was sure he was busy dressing before creeping out  of bed. Grabbing her discarded clothes, she held them in front of her.  She felt self-conscious suddenly. Quinn made her feel as if she had  overstayed her welcome-a sense that only grew when he asked if she  wanted a lift to the office.

If? He hadn't even turned to look at her yet.

'I don't want to be late,' he explained. Stepping inside his open-plan  dressing room, he started the process of selecting a tie. 'I've got a  lot on this morning.'

She mustn't think the worst of him. 'You've called a meeting of the team?' she guessed hopefully.

'Yes, I have,' he confirmed.

If this was an opportunity to get those girls out of the typing pool,  she'd forgive him anything. 'Great. I'll be as quick as I can,' she  promised, springing out of bed.

She had to be positive about this, Magenta told herself firmly as she  stepped into a proper shower beneath steaming spray. She might have  known that even in the sixties Quinn would enjoy state-of-the-art  plumbing. She had to put her personal feelings to one side and recognise  the meeting Quinn had called for the victory it was. And what had she  imagined-that Quinn intended to progress their relationship? It was time  to get real, time to come to grips with the era in which she found  herself, however much that hurt.

But as they drove to the office, and she stared out of Quinn's car  window at the sixties cityscape of concrete and high-rise grey boxes,  there was nothing she wanted more than a return to real time, real  relationships, and an end to this confusing dream if that was what it  was. She had expected to be intrigued by everything she saw. She had  also expected to be set free to enjoy a whole new set of rules. What she  had not expected was those rules leading her to feel so deeply about  Quinn, or to find that sexual freedom came with quite such a heavy price  tag.

Quinn remained aloof and unspeaking throughout the journey, while  Magenta tried to persuade herself that he was mentally preparing himself  for the day ahead. Whatever had happened between them, she was  determined to show a bright face at the office. There was enough  uncertainty there without her adding to it, and the most important thing  she had to do today was to tell the girls the good news.