Chapter 6

He gazed up into my eyes. “Beautiful hazel eyes,” he murmured.

“You sweet talker, you.”

He smiled, and then he surged up, driving me deeper into his body while his mouth took mine.

After that, it didn’t take much longer, which would have been an embarrassment if Quinn hadn’t poured himself all over my chest and his abdomen at the same time.

He dropped back onto the bed, and I followed him down.

“Next time, babe,” he murmured.

“Huh?” My orgasms with Quinn had always been powerful, but right then I thought my brains were about to pour out of my ears, and I couldn’t think straight.

“Now that we know what an amazing experience this is, we’ll pace ourselves and last longer next time.”

I hummed the tune we’d heard in the Jag. He was made for me. I was made for him. And maybe it was doing this without a condom, but I knew we’d be doing this for the rest of our lives.

“Mark?”

“It’s a good thing tomorrow is Saturday and neither of us has anything planned.”