9
Winter
Part of me questioned how in the world Quentin could hold me up, but at the moment I didn’t even care. His careful caresses and tantalizing licks drove me wild with need. My need for him had my body shaking. My blood hot.
More.
I had to have more of him.
Quentin.
He set me down on the bed and stood at the end, eyeing me with lust and desire. He had been purring since we had left the front room; it got louder now that he had laid me on the bed. I sat propped up by my elbows as his hungry eyes roamed over my body.
I twisted my legs, not sure what he was waiting for.
“Take your shirt off.” The lights weren’t on, but if he could see half as well as I could in the dark, he wouldn’t need them. Anxiety crashed over me, and I glanced away from him for a second. He had never seen m
