How am I going to face him now?
Crap. How am I going to face him at work if all he needed was to hit me with that come hither smile and I get instantaneously horny?
She winced and shook her head. Crazy, crazy, crazy!
This has to stop. I need to get myself together. Maybe what I need now is a cold shower.
Hurriedly, she reached into the shower and turned the water on. She was about to unsnap the button on her jeans when someone knocked on the door.
Quinn.
“Are you all right in there?”
For seconds, she froze like a deer caught in the headlights. Maybe if she ignored him, he would go away. Bugging people in the bathroom was quite rude. Hadn’t his mom taught him some manners?
“Vanessa, I know you’re in there.”
His voice was muffled by the door, but there was a sharp edge in his tone. Like a predator that had cornered its prey. The inner mouse in her squeaked with fright.
“Open the damn door, Vanessa. Or I swear to God, I’ll break it down.”
Oh, for the fuck’s sake.
She quickly opened the door and planned to take a little peek, but Quinn barreled in so fast, he almost knocked her down. Suddenly, the bathroom became cramped with his presence. He cut his gaze at her. He was too big. Too male. And too damn irresistible.
His scent filled her lungs. Redolently. Like an aphrodisiac.
She gulped hard.
She fought the urge to jump his bones. Tear his clothes off, prop him on the toilet and ride him hard like a cowboy on a stallion.
“What do you want, Quinn?” she forced her voice out. “Can’t a girl use a bathroom in peace?”
Quinn ignored her snark.
Instead, he locked the bathroom door and looked down and smiled at her like a sugar addict suddenly presented with an unexpected cupcake.
“I knew it,” he growled. “You’re in heat.”
“What do you mean, I’m in heat?”
“Hmm.” Quinn’s gaze roamed about her person. Nothing escaped his scrutiny. He bent forward until their eyes were at the same level. He sniffed around her neck. “You’re aroused. Your sense of smell is heightened. And all you can think of is me. Am I right?”
Busted.
“I see you’re back in Lord Demon mode,” she said dryly.
“Close your eyes.”
“Why? What are you going to do?”
“Close your eyes, please.”
She hesitated, but she did as told. She didn’t like it. She felt vulnerable, not being able to see. He crowded her. His breath warmed her face. Her skin tingled. She shivered with anticipation. What was he going to do to her? The memory of his kisses, his touches, filled her mind.
He caressed her face with his fingertips – she knew it. An electric thrill sparked beneath her skin. Her pulse began to race. Her skin was warm. She longed to know what he would do next.
With a sigh, he kissed her. She startled and opened her eyes. All she could see was the emerald green of his eyes. The lushness of his lashes. The intensity of his gaze had never failed to surprise her. It always got her. Straight to her soul.
“You didn’t do as I said,” he growled. “Close your eyes.”
She shut her eyes. Quinn made a noise of approval. His lips descended upon hers. Warm. And exquisite. Her breath stalled in her throat. Quinn really knew how to kiss a woman to make her hot and bothered. She found herself responding timidly, at first, and then, they practically mauled each other.
He swept his tongue inside her lips, over her molars, licking the cavern of her mouth. He nibbled her lips as his hands roamed everywhere. Squeezing her breasts. Groping her thighs. Feeling her pussy. Quinn undressed her. He undid her jeans and yanked down her zipper. He pulled off her sweater and ripped her bra off. Her breasts spilled out. She heard him growling. He licked her throat and took one of her nipples in his mouth. She cried as he sucked her. It made her tremble head to toes. The aching need in her pussy intensified, reaching maddening heights.
Still, she didn’t dare open her eyes. His teeth scraped her tender bud. He twirled his tongue around her areola, pirouetting like a prima ballerina before finishing it with the hard, unmerciful suck. “Quinn,” she whispered. She kept her voice down. She hoped nobody would find out what they were doing in the bathroom.
Quinn’s fingers pushed inside her panties, straight to her wet lips. His touch drove her wild. “Good, you’re so wet. And hot.” He slid his finger into her. “Very hot.”
“Quinn.”
He buried his fingers until the pad of his palm pressed against her pussy lips. He stroked her. Once. Twice. Oh God. She wanted more. More than his fingers. She wanted his cock. Inside her. Ravishing her. Like last night. She didn’t even realize she’d voiced her desire.