She tries to yank her hands away from me but I hold her fast, the heat and the naked tension almost palatable in the air between us. "Goddamnit, Quinn! Will you just fucking listen to me for one fucking second! I'm trying to tell you tha-"
"Oh, save me, Logan," Quinn cuts me off, rolling her eyes. "What is this, the part where you give me some sort of bullshit line about how you can't get me out of my head?" She shakes her head in disgust. "Well it's not going to-"
"If I can't get you out of my head it's because you're the only fucking thing I want in my head!"
The hallway goes pin-drop silent but for the sounds of our breathing. Her eyes dance across mine in wild tango, her chest rising and falling quickly with the pounding of her pulse that I can feel in her wrists beneath my fingers. And I know if we say one more thing at all, the fire that's barely being held back will engulf us both, and burn until there's nothing left but her and I in this singular moment.
Her lips part, and as the word comes whispering from her lips, it's all over. "Logan-"
My mouth crashes against hers, and she's whimpering as she kisses me fiercely, her tongue eagerly sliding between my lips as I grab her ass and haul her into my arms.
I practically tear the sliding door off its track as we come crashing into my loft, her legs wrapped around my waist and her mouth attacking my neck. My hands are grabbing that sweet, tight and curvy ass of hers as I kick the door shut behind us and walk straight towards the only piece of furniture in the whole apartment. I toss her down onto the bed as we're yanking our clothes off, barely able to tear our eyes away from each other. She skims off her shorts, letting me see all of her since we left her torn panties wherever I tossed them back at the hotel pool. I let my jeans drop and my cock spring out, I love the look of need in her eyes as she licks her lips when her eyes drop hungrily to my erection. It's a move that would look outright slutty on any other girl in the world, but the way it looks on her just makes my pulse thud like a fucking jackhammer.
"On your fucking knees, darlin. Now." I growl at her, wrapping my hand around my cock and stepping towards the bed where she's sprawled out.
"Anyone ever tell you you're kind of a bossy fucking asshole?" She raises an eyebrow at me as a grin teases her lips.
"Anyone ever tell you you've got a dirty mouth, Doc?"
Her grin curls, looking downright wicked. "Oh you have no idea how dirty my mouth can get."
Dear Lord, take me now.
She giggles at the look of shock I can't even try to hide on my face at her words. "Actually, I don't think you could even handle it."
She smirks again at my stunned silence. This girl is incredible.
Before I can even come up with something snarky to say, she's flipped around and sliding off the edge of the bed onto her knees. She's looking up at me, her legs spread as she kneels on the floor, and I would literally give every cent I own for a camera right at this moment. She opens her mouth as she looks up at me, slowly sticking her tongue out and barely grazing the head of my cock with it.
Yeah, she's right. There's no fucking way I'm going to handle this.
Her eyes flash at me, and almost in slow motion, she's slipping forward and wrapping those perfect, plump lips around my cock. Her mouth is amazing, and her tongue is like silk, and I'm slipping my fingers into her dark auburn hair and holding her to me. She's slow and deliberate, her hands on my thighs and using just those lips and that wild tongue to bring me closer and closer to the edge, until I'm practically gasping for a breath of air as I pull her off of me.
She looks up at me with soft, pouty eyes, and it's the sexiest look of disappointment in the history of the world. "Why'd you stop me?"
"Because I was about to fill that mouth with cum, that's why." I growl out.
I turn to look for a condom when I feel her fingers wrap around my length, and when I turn back round, she's grinning wickedly up at me. "Good." I groan as she sucks me back in, and it's barely a minute later before I'm gasping out her name as I grab her by the hair and explode white heat into her mouth.
I'm seeing spots, trying to stop my bullet-train of a pulse from exploding out of my chest when she stands and grins at me. She gives me a saucy looking raise of her brow before she turns around and slowly bends over across the bed on her hands and knees. She turns to look coyly at me over her shoulder. "Now what was that about me being on my knees?"
Holy fucking shit, this girl is a Goddess.
And there's something about the transformation in a matter of hours from good-girl, prim little Quinn Archer to this new sex-Goddess of a woman bent over on my bed in front of me basically begging me to fuck her from behind that has my cock back to rock hard in seconds. I finish tearing the condom out of it's wrapper and roll it on as I step up behind her and push the head against the silk of her opening. The way her moan sounds so soft and innocent in contrast with the forward, naughty way she's just offered herself to me drives me wild, and I groan as I begin to push inside of her. My hands are on her hips, and she's sliding back onto me as we both choke out gasps of pleasure as I slowly fill her all the way up.
And when we fuck, it's raw and it's animalistic, and it's incredible. I've always said that fighting was the biggest high I'd ever had, and I do mean including sex. But that particular opinion shatters like a cheap imitation that night with her. This right here - this feeling of being one with Quinn Archer - is the highest I'll ever be, and there's something so real and right about it that the world slips away around us. She's begging for it hard, and deep, and fast, and I'm giving her everything I have until I feel her seize up around me as the cooing moans drip from her lips. We both come crashing together, shuddering into each other as the world shatters around us and leaves us both breathless and gasping for air as we collapse onto the bed.
Chapter Eighteen
Quinn
The boxing bag hanging down from the ceiling in the middle of the room is the first thing I notice when I open my eyes. I'm still in Logan's place. I'm also hardly the expert on the subject, but I feel like I at least know enough that "sleeping over" is pretty much top on the "not-to-do" checklist when it comes to casual hook-ups.
Of which I know nothing about, apparently.
Oh, shit. Shit-shit-shit-shit.
I should not have done that. What the hell was I even thinking? Drinks, skinny-dipping in a deserted rooftop pool? Did I actually buy all that crap? When I look back on the previous night, it just seems like some sort of cliched movie scene from some cookie-cutter romantic comedy, and there I was swallowing it hook, line, and sinker.
Hardly the only thing you swallowed last night. The thought has me blushing bright crimson and biting my lip.
I mean whatever happened to that first time being a "one-time thing"? What happened to calling it a mistake that I was just going to push to a dark corner of my mind, one that I'd keep covered with an extra glass of wine or three at any family get-togethers where I'd have to be around him? Yeah, a one time thing and here I've gone and done it again - twice.
I can feel Logan stirring behind me, the scruff of his chin brushing against the back of my neck as he absently kisses the skin there. The subtle movement is perfect, and at the same time, it's terrifying. Terrifying because of how damn comfortable it feels being in his arms with the familiarity of that kiss on my neck.
What are we doing? Because as perfect and familiar as this feels, why does it also feel like some dirty little secret affair?
"Morning, gorgeous," he mumbles, his arms pulling me tighter against his bare body. But I'm squeezing my eyes shut and trying to fight the swinging of my heart between wanting to let myself just sink into him or just jump out of this bed and run.
My phone chimes from the floor next to the bed, distracting me from the moment, but I ignore it and begin to shift towards him. "Logan, I- I mean, we-"
My cell goes off again, and I frown and turn back to grab it off the floor and peer at the text on the screen:
"I'm downstairs- Buzz me up! Let's get brunch."
It's Reagan. My sister is downstairs probably trying to buzz my apartment, which I can't hear because I'm naked in bed with her fucking brother-in-law.
"Oh, shit!" I'm bolting out of his arms and sliding out of the bed, looking wildly around for my clothes and trying to ignore the fact that I'm naked.
"Hang on," He says sleepily, "I'll walk you-"
"No, Logan, I have to get out of here." I snap.
"Okay, okay. Relax, Doc-"
"Now, Logan." I huff out quickly, yanking my shorts on and looking under the bed for my shirt.
"You know, for the girl who doesn't do flings, you're starting to get pretty good at this whole hit it and quit it thing, Quinn."
I jerk my head up to see the dry smile on his face. "That's- that's not what I-" I shake my head. "I mean it's no big deal, I just don't-"
"So how about we just invite Reagan up for some breakfast then."
He plucks my phone off the bed, and I shriek and snatch it back out of his hands. "Don't you dare!" He gives me a thin smirk before his eyes narrow and he looks away.
"Wait, Logan, I didn't-"
"Yeah, Doc, I get it."
"I just mean she can't-"
"She can't know about this lurid little secret. I get it, Quinn."