“I want that, too,” she said softly.

He sheathed himself and came down over her, that hurricane inside him whipping violently. He didn’t push those feelings away. He wanted to get swept up in them, to lose himself in her and feel everything she had to give. Their mouths joined ravenously, but when her arms circled him, instead of thrusting and burying himself deep inside her, he had the overwhelming urge to see her face as their bodies came together for the very first time. It was another foreign desire, and he reveled in it.

He kissed her softly and cradled her face in his hands, gazing into her eyes as he entered her slowly. Her eyes widened, and he said, “You okay, baby?”

She nodded, her hands sliding into his hair. “Better than okay.”

His fucking heart was going to explode. He thrust deeper, burying himself to the hilt, and the world tilted on its axis. She let out several fast breaths, holding him tighter, her eyes brimming with untamed desire.

“Oh,” she said with surprise. “You feel so good. I never knew it could feel like this.”

“Christ, baby. Neither did I.”

A thousand sensations ravaged him as their mouths came together, and their sweet kisses turned feverish. He tried to go slow, but it was like their bodies were not only made for each other, but they also knew exactly what to do. She met every thrust with a tilt of her hips, every demanding kiss with a devouring of her own. Her softness conformed to his hard frame, allowing him to sink into her entire being. He pushed his hands beneath her ass, lifting her hips so he could take her impossibly deeper, earning one sinful sound after another. He pumped his hips faster, and her head fell back, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.

“Quin….Quin—”

Her inner muscles clamped like a vise, and she cried out as her climax consumed her. He didn’t even try to hold back. They’d have plenty of time for long lovemaking and fiery fucks. Pleasure crashed over him, into him, stealing the last of his control. He gritted out her name, thrusting animalistically as their passion ravaged them.

When the last of the aftershocks claimed them, he dipped his head beside hers, their hearts racing in tandem. He kissed her cheek and neck, their bodies still connected as he cradled her in his arms and rolled them onto their sides. As the world came back into focus, he gazed into her loving eyes and knew without a shadow of a doubt he’d never be the same again.

Chapter Thirteen

RONI SAT ON the floor of her classroom Saturday just before noon, scrolling through the pictures of her and Quincy they’d taken at the scavenger hunt and in the days since. She loved who she was with him, who he was with her, and everything about their coupledom. Their happiness radiated from every picture. It had been only a few days since they’d come back together, but they’d become so close, it felt like much longer.