Page 33 of Sin for You

Those words were a red flag in front of my face.

I thought she just felt safe with me. I never imagined she actually wanted me, not even when she’d made her fumbled pass at me. Never let myself believe it. I’d convinced myself that the kiss we’d shared came down to confused feelings and high emotions.

Now I knew the truth, there was no changing course.

If Quinn wanted someone to get her off on the regular, it was going to be me. It had to be me. The thought of anyone else touching her, of not looking after her like she deserved—worse, hurting her—wasn’t something I could bear to think about.

For some fucked-up reason she wanted me. Well, I was done resisting. She could fucking have me. I’d fill the void she had until she got over that motherfucker Bevan, until she worked out what she was truly worth, until I made her see it for herself. If she needed a rebound, I was going to be the one she used while she got her head on straight.

I wouldn’t tolerate any other man touching her, not when she was fragile and recovering from a broken heart.

But I wasn’t fooling myself. This wasn’t all about Quinn, some noble sacrifice I was making; this was about me and what I wanted as well. That dream of her sitting on my face flashed through my head, along with all the other dreams I’d been having. There was no denying how much I wanted her as well, not anymore.

I hadn’t been sleeping. Hungry and hard and wanting every damn night.

Wanting Quinn.

“Come here,” I said again.

She blinked over at me, the desk still between us. “What? Why?”

I moved around the desk so there was only a short distance between us. “Nothing you said is cool with me, baby. Not one bit of it. And I’m sure as fuck not okay with some other guy meeting your needs.”

“What?” she said again, this time on a whisper.

I took a step closer. “I’ve tried to do the right thing, Quinn. I really have, but I’m done. I’m done fighting it. You want me. I want you. You want someone to work out that ache between your thighs, you come to me. I’ll give you whatever you want, whenever you want it.”

“What?” she said a third time.

“Come here,” I said with more force.

Color hit her cheeks and she licked her lips. “You don’t mean that, you can’t…”

“Don’t say shit I don’t mean. You know that.”

“But you said it was a mistake. You said”—she shook her head—“you don’t want me that way, not really. You’re just—”

“Won’t lie, it probably is a mistake, but right now I don’t give a fuck.”

She finally took a step closer, bringing her chest an inch from mine, and tipped her head back. “You want me?”

I grabbed her hips and pulled her forward, closing the gap, and ground against her.

Her pretty full lips parted on a sharp indrawn breath.

“You got some place to be?” I asked, near vibrating with need.

She shook her head and licked her lips again.

I couldn’t wait another second and hauled her off her feet and kissed her hard and deep, tongue stroking hers, tasting, devouring. Taking. Fuck, I couldn’t get enough of her.

Quinn’s arms came around my neck, and I lifted her. Her legs went around my waist and I gripped her ass, fingers digging into all that soft flesh, and groaned.

“You in there, Bull?” Dot called through the door.

Quinn stilled in my arms.

I growled. “What is it?” I forced out.