I open my eyes and when I do, I’m met with the most beautiful sight in the entire world. Only inches away, Quinton is staring at me like I’m the only person in the entire world. His cocoa eyes are black as he watches me fall apart on top of him. And that’s all I need to let go.

The friction between our bodies is too much to hold back anymore, and it’s like all the heat from our bodies finds its way between my legs and explodes. A scream falls out of my mouth before Quinton’s mouth is back on mine, drinking every sound that I make as my body shakes around him.

“So fucking beautiful,” he rasps out once my breathing has evened out.

I think I should thank him or something, but instead, there’s only one word that comes to my mind. “Bed,” I say. “Let’s go to your bed.”

I don’t have to repeat myself.

Quinton is off the couch, holding me against him as I lock my legs around his waist and he runs down the hallway, kicking open his bedroom door.

He slows down once we’re in his room. His steps are measured and careful as he crosses the space and lowers me onto his bed.

“You’re sure about this?” he asks. “We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

It’s sweet of him and I appreciate him asking, but I’ve never been so sure of anything in my entire life.

I roll onto my elbows, taking in his giant height as he looms over me.

Oh yeah. I want this.

Bad.

“Take off your pants.” I reach for the top button of his jeans, eager to see this fine specimen of a man naked. Needing to see it. Maybe needing it more than I need my next breath.

He steps out of my reach, taking over for my hands as he pulls down his zipper and slides the denim down his long, toned legs. I don’t know what I expected, but the reality is still so much better than anything I could’ve imagined. He kicks them to the side and stands in front of me, not moving, like he understands how badly I needed this moment. Like he understands my need to carve every moment of this into my brain.

He starts unbuttoning his shirt. One button at a time, revealing his smooth dark skin, inch by maddening inch, until the shirt is on the floor next to his jeans and he’s standing in front of me in nothing but his black boxer briefs. His body looks like something out of Greek mythology. His muscles aren’t exaggerated, but they are all there. The ridges of his abs, the thick curve of his thighs, and the broad expanse of his shoulders that lead his strong arms, it’s all flawless.

He’s flawless.