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now, anyway. His lips found the curve of her neck, making her shiver violently. Her nipples peaked
against the roughness of the terrycloth, and in their excited state it felt good. They ached for any and all
kinds of attention.
He knew he should try to phrase things as romantically as he could, but he felt like he d used up
his small store of romanticism on the decorations. What he was feeling now wasn t as delicate as that it
was urgent and greedy and basic. He wanted her desperately, needed to feel all of her skin against his,
needed to put his lips to every crest and tip and valley she owned until she lost herself and any last shred of
control.
Annie? Quinn turned her in his arms and framed her face with his hands. Normally, we d ve
dated several times by now and I d ve taken you out for a really nice meal. But we haven t been like that.
We spend all our time together on the ranch, and neither of us is really restaurant people anyway. He
nibbled her lips, then pulled back again, pressing his forehead to hers. I want you, and I think you want
me, too. I want to make love with you. I want to hear those little mewls you make when I suckle at your
breasts. I want to make you arch and writhe and buck and squirm because the two of us together feels
almost too good to bear. I want to make you scream with pleasure so much and so loud that you re hoarse
the next day.
His fervent, growling whispers and his wandering hands that had slowly reached up to tug the
towel away from her body made her body light up. Her toes curled in the rag rug as those big hands
roved up and down her bare back, then settled lower, cupping her bottom and lifting her against him,
rubbing her toweled front against that ever present ridge of his, enjoying the feel of its unyielding hardness
against her most hidden, most vulnerable area.
Annie had no choice but to wrap her arms around his neck when he lifted her and walked with
great aplomb over to the bed, laying her down onto a sea of pink petals and disposing of the towel in a
heap on the floor. She was immediately cool, but he just reached over and grabbed a corner of the
comforter, and scooted up closer to her, swaddling them both beneath it. Better? he asked, watching
her carefully. He loved the way her rich, black hair looked against the light comforter with the pink petals
strewn into the mix.
She nodded. This was not something she d anticipated hopping into bed with him this evening.
But somehow, it felt right anyway. It wasn t as if she didn t know that this was what they d been slowly
crawling towards since they d met. And it wasn t as if she didn t want him her body dissolved into a
puddle in her jeans every time she was around him. She had spent the past few months on the edge of
fulfillment, aroused beyond her experience and he d barely touched her.
Annie was afraid that all it would take would be for him to breathe on her and she d explode into a
thousand suns. She looked up into his eyes and reached her hand out to touch his cheek. He had become
very dear to her in a short amount of time. She could barely imagine the ranch the one she d so jealously
kept to herself for so long, insisting on doing everything herself or her life without him anymore. Annie
honestly didn t know what she would have done if Regan had actually been calling to say he was coming
home.
Thoughts of not seeing the old codger again made tears spill down into her hair. Quinn s face
almost dissolved at the sight of them.
Am I hurting you? he asked, trying to move away.
No, no. I m just thinking of Regan, Annie confessed on a sob.
Quinn s grin was somewhat evil in intent. Let me see if I can help you keep your mind off him.
He was as good as his word. From the moment he said it, she could think of nothing but the
wonderful things he was doing to her body. Everywhere his knowing fingertips lit, he raised goose
bumps, and it wasn t from a chill. Her nipples sat at attention, begging to be tweaked, but he refused to
acknowledge them at first. Instead, he took a lazy inventory of almost everywhere but those places that
were most in need of him. He suckled the tips of her fingers, and massaged her palms, then nibbled and
tickled his way up her arm, pausing to lick the sensitive insides of her elbow, then tracing slowly across her
collarbone and down the other arm.
Annie couldn t help the way her legs moved restlessly against him, parting slightly, tentatively, as
he had his way with her. Until he leaned over her to get to her other arm, she hadn t paid any attention to
the fact that he was still dressed. Then his rough jeans and shirt scraped against her tender flesh, pointing
out to her just how vulnerable she was to him, naked and practically begging for him to do what he
pleased, while he remained a little aloof and untouched.
She didn t like that idea at all. She wanted to touch him as badly as he wanted to touch her.
Annie reached up and began to undo the buttons of his shirt, but Quinn put his hands over hers, stopping
her. No, sweetie. I want this to be for you.
But I want to touch you! she whined softly, pouting.
Quinn kissed the tip of her nose. Yes, but if I let you touch me, this will all be for naught. I ve
wanted you since I first saw you, and I m not sure I could control myself if I was naked, Annie. The truth
of his words rang in her ears. His face was as open and vulnerable to her as her body was to his.
Soon enough he had her to a point where the only thing she could think about was where and
how he was going to touch her next. When he leaned back on his side and lazily plucked at her wet, ultra
sensitized nipples, Annie tried to turn towards him and boldly arched her hips against his. Quinn smiled
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