Beyond Me by Jennifer Probst Page A

over and over in my head.
    I had an orgasm. I had an orgasm. Quinn Harmon had an orgasm. Yay, yay, yay.
    No wonder everyone was obsessed! Sex without orgasms was okay. The cuddling was the best part. But with an orgasm? The whole encounter rocked. My body was sluggish and melty, like gooey caramel oozing all over the place. There was only one downside: They were kind of like potato chips. Now that I had one—oh, actually three—I wanted more. I’d never go back to sex without orgasms. Which meant James may have ruined me for life. In a good way.
    The other weird thing was my usual shyness completely dissipated. Maybe it was the way he looked at me. As if he found me gorgeous and refused to let me hide. I wasn’t a huge fan of my small breasts and boyish-type figure, but he made me feel like a goddess. I would’ve never been bold enough to play a little hide-and-go sex game before. Maybe this whole spring break thing allowed me to leave my regular self behind and be someone I always wanted to be. Someone more like Mackenzie—bold and sexy and able to go after what she wanted.
    “What are you thinking about?”
    His growly voice drifted to my ears and my body gave an involuntary shudder. Oh yeah, he had me whipped good. I was like a trained puppy now, ready to do anything to get my next orgasm. He’d created a monster. His hands reached out and stroked my naked hip, tracing my pubic bone, and finally resting warm on my stomach.
    “Sex. With you,” I admitted.
    “My favorite subject.” His hand trailed lower, pointing toward the magic spot, but he stilled his motions. I tried not to wriggle. “I refuse to become the ultimate cliché and ask how it was for you.” His fingers played me like a musical instrument, gliding over my skin in teasing strokes but never dipping low enough. “I’d rather watch your reaction to know I’m pleasing you.”
    I blushed. Guess some of my natural reserve couldn’t be banished. His gaze stripped me bare, probed me deep, and left me nowhere to hide. I grew wet and my nipples pebbled for his attention. It was like I wasn’t in control of my own body anymore—it all belonged to him. And it’s exactly the way I liked it.
    “Look at you,” he whispered. “All pink and wet. I’d be happy to keep you stripped and tied to my bed for the rest of the week.” He propped himself up on his side and caressed my breast, rubbing his thumb over my tight nipple over and over again, making it swell and push out for more. He was so dirty and sexy and raw. He rolled over and began to lick me all over, wet swipes of his tongue mingling with tiny nibbles that made me squirm. “Now part your legs for me, Quinn. No, open your eyes.”
    My lids flew open at his command. Somehow, if I was able to hide from my own response, it would’ve been safer, but he didn’t let me. He wanted it all, and I ached to give it to him. I spread my thighs wide, helpless and ready to beg for what I wanted, no longer caring who I was before I met him. “So pretty,” he murmured. He swiped a finger down my slit and I sucked in my breath. His blue eyes darkened to navy, sucking me as deep as my pussy pulled in his finger, begging for more. “I’m going to make you come again. Don’t close your eyes. This is all for me, Quinn, do you hear me?”
    “Yes,” I moaned. “Please.”
    He dipped a finger in, stretched me, then added another. His thumb brushed my clit with light teasing touches that never gave me the pressure I needed. I arched up for more, but he was in complete control, watching my naked body and my face with raw satisfaction. His fingers curled and he pumped in and out with slow strokes. The pleasure built and swam in waves around me, and then—
    “Oh God!” He hit a spot that shimmered raw streams of bliss through my body. I panted hard, wanting more, wanting less, wanting...
    “That’s the spot. Give me more, baby. Show me how good this feels.”
    He began a rhythmic thrust back and forth in