Love Me Crazy by Camden Leigh Page B

hips forward, wanting him deeper as my insides milk free an orgasm. He reaches up and squeezes my breast, thumbing over my nipple.
    I tilt my head back and gasp for air, bucking forward to force him deeper. Expert fingers. Expert tongue. God, all I need now is his expert cock.
    I bite my lip to keep from huffing too loudly as he pushes me off the edge into a ravine of pulsing pleasure from his decadent multitasking. Decidedly pleased, I melt against the steps. Quinn wanders up my body, pressing kisses against the spots he’d missed going down.
    Footsteps paddle down the hall. Eyes on mine, Quinn stills. We both hold our breaths until a door clicks shut.
    “
Shh
.” He points up.
    I gasp for air.
    “Go,” he directs.
    “Are you nuts? No way.” I slide down a step on my ass, barely able to move because I’m numb from ecstasy. My dress goes up in back and a whole new plethora of sensations brush over my skin.
    “You’re staying with me.” He stops my descent with his knee.
    “I’m not getting caught.”
    He slips my shoes off and holds them out. “Either I carry you or you get moving. We can make it to my room before they come out.”
    “No.” I kick off my shoes and clutch both in one hand, grab the railing to stand and yank my dress back into position.
    Seconds later, I’m hanging over Quinn’s shoulder and he’s climbing the stairs. We hit the landing just as the bathroom door opens. He freezes and I pinch his side to put me down.
    “Hey, sis,” he says.
    “Cassidy?” Kat says.
    I wish he’d spin me or put me down. We’re caught anyway, at least on my feet I can defend myself, instead my ass is hanging out and supplying nothing to the conversation other than a focal point.
    “She was, er, dizzy after hitting her head. Might need to, uh—”
    “Seriously, don’t want to know,” she interrupts. “I saw how you carried her off. Made me so nauseous I had to go to bed. I think I can figure out what happens next.” Her feet clop down the hall. “FYI, Cassidy, no screaming. The housekeeper tells Momma everything.”
    “ Thanks,” I squeak. I beat my fist against Quinn until he stands me up. “Oh my God. That was so embarrassing. She’s going to tell—”
    His lips close over mine as his fingers undo the final two buttons holding him together. He pulls away and shakes off his shirt. I wind my hands around him testing his skin like a hot stove. I stretch my fingers wide, massaging his back, pulling him closer, finally getting what I’ve been longing for: Quinn unhindered.
    He picks me up and I drop my shoes to wrap my arms over his shoulders and twine my fingers through his dark hair. I wrap my legs around his waist as we head down the hall, knocking against the furniture and the walls. He throws open a door and presses it closed with my back. “Cassie, God, I want you.”
    “Now works for me.” I unwind my legs and reach my toes toward the floor. “Beds are overrated.”
    He backs away, releasing me and I reach around my back to unzip my dress. “No, Cassie, our first time won’t be like this.”
    “What?” I want to smack him upside his head. “You said—”
    “
Shhh
; ladies aren’t hostile.”
    “Maybe tonight I’m not a lady.” I cross my arms.
    He drags his finger over my lips. “
Mmm
, I know. You’re all woman. Sexy, curvy delicious woman.” He licks his lips and oh, God, the thought of him going down on me again . . . or me going down on him. Me tasting how delicious of a man he really is.
    I part my lips, suck his finger in, and tease it with my tongue, wanting to be
all
his woman and him
all
my man.
For one night only.
    I nip his finger and reach for the button on his pants. They undo easily and I pull the sides apart making the zipper sing in the dark. I work his pants over his firm ass, then push him toward his bed. He kicks one shoe off, the next, and shakes off his pants. I lightly claw my fingers down his chest, then latch onto his boxers, dragging them down