Neanderthal Seeks Human(119)

I noticed his eyes flicker to the space between my nose and mouth, seemingly without his expressed consent, then quickly back to my eyes, “How about that.”

I nodded, “There are a lot of fascinating and unusual studies out there that link the shape of a person’s mouth- so, report a correlational relationship- to other parts of the human anatomy and its abilities… proclivities.”

I noticed his breathing had changed. He swallowed, “Like what?”

I traced my finger over the top of his lip, enjoying the fact that I was actually using my knowledge of random facts as some sort of brainy, academic foreplay and that Quinn seemed to like it, respond to it.

“Like the Cupid’s bow, the double curve of the upper lip. A study out of Scotland reported that women with a prominent cupid’s bow are more likely to experience orgasm during sex.”

Quinn’s attention once again affixed to my lips then he promptly groaned. “You shouldn’t say things like that when I can’t do anything about it.”

I enjoyed the tortured sound he made and once again met his gaze, which had darkened considerably.

Another smolder. I tried to keep my face straight.

“Then there is the distinction between extrinsic and intrinsic musculature of the tongue-”

“You need to stop talking.” Quinn grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back, claiming my mouth with his and ending my involuntary bubble of laughter.

When he lifted his mouth I whispered, “Most of the tongue’s blood supply comes from the lingual artery.”

He kissed me again and again.

If I’d been listening to our ensuing kiss-sloppy conversation, been an observer rather than a participant, I might have rolled my eyes and shook my head in judgmental exasperation. Admittedly, it was improbable that peer-reviewed medical research citations and correlative studies of human anatomy could get a person, let alone two people, hot and bothered. But, there we were, pawing each other with mounting urgency as I recounted theories linking the amount of hair on earlobes and genital arousal.

By the time the limo stopped we were, rounding up, half dressed and the buttons of my shirt were scattered all over the floor. Naturally Quinn had ripped the shirt open with a growl when I mentioned mammary glands.

I frantically pulled away and grasped the useless edges of my shirt, “Oh shit!”

Quinn was still somewhat lost in a fog of lust and moved his hand further up my inner thigh, his mouth seeking mine again. I swatted him away despite the fact that everywhere he touched me protested like the other 99% against Wall Street and mortgage lending practices. Nonsensically, I tried to smooth my hair, tsking when my shirt opened again.

“What am I going to do?”

Quinn, finally drawing away from me, pulled a sweater over his bare chest with not a trace of hurry. He lifted a single eyebrow as he adjusted his pants, zipping his fly. The sound made my back stiffen and I realized how close we’d just been to copulating in the back of a car.

“I think you look good just like that.”

I stared at him for two seconds before I smacked him on his infuriatingly well-muscled shoulder.

“My shirt is ripped open and…” I frantically twisted in my seat and may have shrieked, “Where are my underwear?!”

There was no amusement in his voice when he responded, “Someplace safe.”

My eyes widened further and, I knew, my mouth hung open dumbly. I was about to lose my mind.

“Give them back-”

“You don’t need them-”

“-to me right now-”

“-and you should try new things-”

“I am not leaving this limo while commando!”

The passenger door on Quinn’s side opened and I yanked the skirt I was wearing back to my mid-calf. I didn’t miss his dark smile when it was clear that I was not likely to push the underwear issue further until we were in private. And, by then, it likely wouldn’t matter.

Quinn reached for his leather jacket and draped it around my shoulders, zipping the front up to my neck. I swam in the largeness of it; but at least I wasn’t going to be walking around with my shirt hanging open. He exited the limo then held his hand out to me at the threshold. I moved and stood as demurely as possible. When he cleared his throat I met his gaze and he winked at me, surreptitiously yet suggestively licking his lips.

I followed where he led.



~*~



Sometime later, near midnight, Quinn gave me my underwear back on the promise that I would wear only underwear until sunrise. The only other option was my birthday suit as he’d confiscated all my other clothes and hidden them someplace within the massive penthouse he referred to as home.

Of course he lived in the penthouse.