It’s a quarter to ten when we get back to the loft. Quinn walks me to the door, his hand linked tightly with mine. I key in the outer code and he walks inside with me. We walk down the hallway in silence, and he waits till I open my front door. I turn to him.
Suddenly, his fingers are spearing into my hair. He’s thrusting me against the wall. I have a nanosecond to gasp before his firm, delicious mouth is on mine. He roughly parts my lips with his tongue, then he’s invading me. Oh God. Quinn Blackwood tastes amazing. I moan deep as my fantasy becomes a reality. He kisses my mouth the way his eyes devour me: with single-minded, near demonic intent. He brazenly licks the inside of my mouth, then bites my lower lip hard before soothing it with his tongue. My clutch falls to the floor along with my jacket. Urgent hands scramble for purchase on his hard, hot body. It lands somewhere on his chest, and I cling on for dear life. When my gasps turn to desperate pleas for air, he pulls back, stares down at me and slowly pushes his thumb into my mouth. I don’t know whether to bite or suck. So I do both.
His breath hisses out. After a minute, he yanks his digit out. Then he’s back to kissing me. My fingers find his hair. I pull and scrape as my panties grow stupidly, shamelessly wet. His hands move roughly over my body, searching, imprinting, but his mouth never leaves mine. It’s as if he’s starved for it and doesn’t intend to let up until he’s engorged.
My need to breathe becomes increasingly frantic, and I gulp in desperate lungfuls when he lets up. He rests his forehead against mine, rocks his hips into mine. The thick outline of his cock makes me struggle not to salivate like a hormonal teenager. But I can’t stop my hips from rocking forward too, from cradling him for a mad minute against my pelvis.#p#分页标题#e#
He groans. “God, I want to fuck you till you break. I may not be the right person to put you back together, but I want to do it anyway.”
I lift my gaze and am immediately annihilated by piercing silver blue pools of hell.
“I can’t,” I breathe into his mouth.
He kisses the words away, but doesn’t protest.
I can’t have sex with him while I’m fucking Q. Even if I could get away with it, it feels wrong. But the temptation is there. God, how I’m tempted. Because if he fucks half as good as he kisses, I’m in for a wild ride. I lick my lips and attempt to step back. His grip tightens, and he growls under his breath.
“Not yet.”
“Quinn…”
“Don’t go yet, Elyse. One more minute.”
His ragged plea makes me melt back against the wall. “Okay.”
This time his kisses are gentler. Like he’s feeding his depleted soul instead of the demons riding him. We stay like that for a long time, his mouth sipping and nipping at mine.
Eventually he tears himself away with a harsh curse. He stares at me with a thousand horrifying emotions seething in his eyes.
Then he walks away without a backward glance.
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SCENE 3 - VIAGRA NIGHTS
PART TWO
“She’s on her way.”
“How long?”
“Depending on traffic, half an hour.”
“You’re angry with me.”
Fionnella sighs. “I don’t know what I am. But I do want to know what the hell you’re playing at. She wanted to stay at the loft. That was perfect. Why take her out? And why Juniere’s for God’s sake? Maxwell and Delilah could’ve been there.”
“They weren’t.”
“Would you even have noticed if they were?”
My jaw grits. “Yes.”
“Quinn, we’ve come too far for you to hit the self-destruct button prematurely when we’re this close.”
I grip the phone tighter. “I need her, Nella.”
“What about her? Paying her for a job she undertook with her eyes wide open is one thing. This…whatever you’re doing on the side with her… I can’t talk you out of it, I know. But her baggage is as heavy as yours. Take a moment before you drag both of you down.”
“It’s too late.”
She sighs again. “How did I know you’d say that?”
“Because it’s always been too late.”
“Quinn…” she stops and exhales. “Don’t take her to Juniere’s again.”
I turn away from the Fifth Avenue view and rest my back against the cool glass. I hadn’t meant to take Elyse to Mama’s favorite restaurant or sit at her favorite table. That it happened at all is a puzzle I’m grappling with. “Okay.”
“Okay,” she responds.
“What about the Clay situation?”
“I’m on it. I should have something for you by Saturday.”