Quinn’s hands run up and down my body, one to my breast, worshipping the nipple, massaging the fullness of it. I take over, my want outweighing any premise of taking our time, and climb on top of him, positioning him at my entrance. His eyes meet mine as I slowly sink down.
Two weeks of my body missing him means I have to stretch for his girth, but I do so with eager thrusts.
Staring deeply into each other’s eyes, I can tell neither of us is going to last. It’s been too long since we’ve felt each other. It’s too powerful. This moment. Me, him, here. Too good.
Quinn pushes himself up easily into a sitting position as I continue to ride him, my legs now wrapped intimately around his waist. With one firm arm, he draws one of my legs up slightly, changing the angle so he can thrust even deeper than I thought possible. I gasp, my heel now digging into the center of his back, my toes curling.
He pulls aside my long, dark hair and presses his mouth against my ear. “Ti amo, Alessandra. Ti amo.” I love you.
My orgasm hits me like an explosion of warm light, starting low and rippling through my every molecule with electric energy. He thrusts through the waves of it, moaning with every contraction. With a final, needy kiss, Quinn follows me, his own climax washing over him.
• • •
“So that has been my living nightmare,” I say, finishing the story of my latest run-in with Flora’s very public sex life.
Quinn takes a moment to digest the image I’ve painted for him. He shakes his head, taking a gulp of his champagne. “I’m sorry it hasn’t been everything you’d dreamed.” He sighs, eyeing his empty glass.
I feel light from the champagne. Or maybe it’s having him by my side. I’m not sure.
We haven’t bothered to dress, aside from a pair of boxer shorts for him and a tank top and panties for me. We ordered room service-more wine, and some cheese, bread, and pasta.
After answering the door in the hotel robes, we’re now comfortable again on the bed.
I laugh at Quinn’s enthusiasm to uncork the bottle of red wine. With his hair mussed and his cheeks lightly flushed in the soft light of the rising sun, he looks younger than ever.
He pours me a little wine before tasting his own. The way his lips curl around his glass in a smirk makes me want to fuck him all over again.
Instead, I indulge another way by taking a hearty bite of delicious penne, soaked in olive oil and herbs. He plants a kiss on my forehead before standing and walking over to his bag. He takes out a pair of pants and begins to put them on.
“Um, please don’t tell me you’re going somewhere,” I say, disbelieving.
He seems genuinely appalled by the idea. “Where in God’s name would I go?”
“Then why do you need pants?”
He pauses his belt buckling with a thoughtful frown. “Point taken.”
Quinn whips off his belt and takes off his pants again, throwing them into our little nest. I throw back my head and laugh-really, truly laugh. Our bodies find each other again, nestling close.
“It’s almost dawn,” I say, looking out the window, drawing the blanket closer around us. “Did I really talk all night?”
“I’ve talked as much as listened,” he reminds me.
“Yes. I’m glad you’ve made so many strides in finding your brother. That’s truly incredible. I’m so excited for you,” I murmur, feeling the emotion percolate in the moisture of my eyes.
“Are you crying?” He chuckles and plants a kiss on my temple. “It’s all thanks to you I even looked for him.”
“Oh, stop. Ti amo.” The words leap out of me in a happy sigh. I don’t try to stop them. Why would I? We both know it’s true.
“Ti amo,” he whispers in my ear. I love you.
A colossal tear falls from my cheek. “God, I’m sorry. I’m crying all over y-”
As I look for where the unruly tear must have landed, my words halt in my throat. There, in his hand, rests a ring. A simple golden band shining in the low light.
“Alessandra,” he says, lifting my chin with his other hand. His eyes search mine. “Marry me.”
Marry him?
Quinn Kingsley wants to marry me.
“We can stay here,” he says. “I have the means to provide for a life for you here and in the States. We’ll have two homes. I’d do anything to build a home with you. What do you say?”
For the first time since meeting this man, through every bilingual conversation, every cute quip, every whispered sweet nothing-I have no words. All I can do is nod yes, yes, yes, choking back tears.
“Is that a-”
I cut him off with a crushing kiss. He sighs against my lips, drawing me close against his perfect warmth.
Yes, Quinn Kingsley.. A thousand times, yes.