Chapter 17

When Quinn stepped through the bedroom door, Kiera was already standing at the edge of the bed facing him, the food momentarily forgotten on the nightstand. He leaned against the doorframe, crossed his arms over his chest, and stared at her.

“What are you doing?” she asked, lifting the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head. She tossed it on the ground halfway between them, like a siren call. “Come to bed.”

“I’m doing the audition like you wanted. It’s my turn to call the shots now, don’t you think?” He tilted his head slightly. “You game?”

The corners of Kiera’s lips tilted north ever so slightly as she nodded, saying nothing. Her bright blue eyes danced with excitement, her nipples pushing against her bra as his eyes grazed over her slowly.

“Drop the pants,” he instructed first, ignoring the strain in his own pants at the sight of her body. He wanted to remember every single moment of this. He wanted slow; he wanted hard. He wanted her screaming his name again and again until she could never forget it.

She was his, and he was going to show her that.

Kiera hooked her thumbs in her waistband, shimmying her pants down her silky thighs until the fabric pooled at her feet. The tiniest pair of lace panties was all she had on underneath, a different color from the lace bra she still wore. Strawberry-blond hair cascaded down her shoulders, as unruly and untamed as she was.

“Take off your bra,” he said next, his thumbs hooked in his jeans pockets as he watched her.

Kiera’s hands twisted behind her back, the lace bra loosening the moment she unfastened its hooks. She held the cups against her breasts for a moment, before letting it drop to the floor.

Round and full, her breasts were accentuated by perfect pink nipples. He wanted to rush over and slip them between his lips, but the wait was almost as exciting.

She shivered, her hands by her sides. The room was warm, so he knew she wasn’t cold, but the tension of the moment was titillating.

“Those, too,” he said, motioning to her panties.

She removed them. Fully naked, she swayed slightly, and he reveled in the evidence of her arousal…the bumps on her skin, the glistening between her legs, the peaks of her nipples. Still, she said nothing. She let him take charge, and he loved her for it.

“Sit on the bed, feet on the edge. Knees bent. I want to see you,” he commanded.

Kiera didn’t hesitate. She sat on the bed, her feet on the edge, and bent her knees as she spread her legs. Her sex opened for him, wet and waiting. She was breathing faster now, her chest rising and falling as she propped herself up on her elbows to keep her eyes on him.

“Rub your clit, Kiera. I want to see you touch yourself.”

Still holding herself up with one elbow, Kiera’s other hand slid between her legs. Three fingers found her clit, rubbing small, slow circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves. She moaned softly, dropping her head back ever so slightly.

Quinn unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his erection from the confines of the tight fabric. One hand on his shaft, he stroked up and down slowly as he watched Kiera pleasure herself. When she caught sight of him doing the same, she moved her fingers faster. Two fingers dipped inside, and when he saw them again, they were slick with her arousal.

Groaning, Quinn picked up the pace, feeling his own arousal increasing.

“Oh, God,” Kiera moaned, the first thing she’d said in several minutes. “I’m so close.”

“Harder, Kiera,” he told her, watching her fingers push in and out of her sex, faster and faster. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted backward as her moans became louder.

Moving quickly, Quinn closed the gap between them just as she was about to climax. He grabbed her hand, pulling it from between her legs.

“What?” Kiera’s eyes blinked open, surprise on her flushed face as he stopped her right before orgasm. “I was so close!”

“I didn’t say to come, did I?” His words were fierce, a wickedness behind his smile.

She nodded slowly, excitement returning to her expression as she bit down on her bottom lip. “What do you want, Quinn?”

A loaded question, but right now, all he wanted was his tongue buried inside her. Grabbing her hips, he lifted her to sit on the edge of the bed, her legs falling over so her feet were on the floor on either side of him. His eyes never left hers as he kneeled down in front of her, his palm on her shoulders pushing her down until she was stretched out in front of him.

One long stroke of his tongue had her hips bucking off the bed. She tasted sweet, warm, needy, swollen. Her cries filled the room as he tasted every inch of her, pressing inside of her, nipping at her. He pushed her knees apart even wider, and her hips moved in rhythm against his face as he sucked, kissed, licked, nipped at her flesh.

“I’m getting close, Q…so close,” she gasped. “Please?”

Lifting his head slightly, he blew cool air over her sex, making her jolt against him. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do, baby.”

“I want you to make me come…let me come,” she told him, her body shaking beneath him.

He slid his tongue through her folds slowly before looking up her body again. “Squeeze your nipples. Do it now, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Yes.” Her hands flew to her breasts, cupping each one as her fingers squeezed her nipples, pulling hard.

Grinning, Quinn dropped his head between her legs again, taking her clit between his teeth and pulling just enough to make her moan. Spreading her apart with his hands, he pushed his tongue inside her, and she pulsed against him. He dove in and out, tasting her as she pushed over the edge and began to buck against him. Holding her down, he pushed harder, faster, as he flicked his tongue over her clit until she was shaking hard, shouting out as her orgasm overtook her.

As her rigid body began to relax and she came down from her high, Quinn pushed back up to his feet and grabbed protection from his nightstand. Ridding himself of his clothes, he rolled it on over his shaft and came back to the edge of the bed. She smiled lazily back at him, nibbling her lip as she stared down at him.

“I think I like you being in charge better,” she said, smiling lazily at him. “At least in the bedroom.”

Quinn laughed, climbing onto the bed over her. He slid a hand under her hips and pulled her farther up the mattress with him, kneeling between her legs as he positioned himself over her entrance. She locked her knees against his hips and pressed closer to him, wrapping her arms around his torso.

The moment he was inside her, her moans in his ear, he knew that he’d do anything this woman asked of him. The way she smiled, so wholly satisfied, or how her eyes lit up, earnest and wanting…he’d move mountains to see that happiness, to give her that happiness.

He might be in charge in the bedroom, but she was in charge of his heart.

And it was fucking terrifying.