He'll Come Through - Chapter 9 - Adrenaline Rush

9 - Adrenaline rush

Lilah’s heart surged. The sensation of Quinn’s lips was like nothing she’d ever experienced. They were firm yet full, soft, but they tugged at hers, pulling them apart, his tongue was hard, sliding into her mouth the exact second she surrendered. She loved the feel of the stubble grazing her soft cheeks, her chin.  And she loved the way he overpowered her, dominated her. As she lay on the bed, he was above her, a presence but not a threat. His hand came up to cup her cheek, his fingers splayed along her jaw, another tender yet extremely erotic gesture, the abrasion of his skin only heightening her awareness.

Finding some confidence, Lilah reached up and slid her arms around his neck, curling her fingers through his hair, absorbing the coarse texture, the unexpected softness of the skin at his nape. Her breasts were pressed against him, squashed against the towelling of her robe, her nipples hard almost painful against the thick material.

Wriggling against him, she tried to appease some of the tense ache that engulfed her, tried to change the pressure on her sensitised body. He moaned against her lips, and as he moved slightly, suddenly she was SO aware of him, hard, huge against her thigh.

Lilah pulled back from the kiss, gulping for a moment, and Quinn unperturbed slid his lips to her neck. And that was even more of a threat to her balance than the kisses to her lips. His teeth grazed her collar bone, at the same time his hips pressured her thighs until he nudged to settle between them, his erection finding her inner thigh.

                “I’ve wanted to do this since you got on that bus two days ago!” he breathed into her neck. As he felt her stiffen in response, he added, “You’re the most intriguing woman I’ve ever met. Beautiful, funny, and full of...intrigue...”

Flattery worked, as she clawed at his shoulders, dragged his lips harder against her, she knew that she’d fallen for a line, but frankly she didn’t care. She needed this, she wanted this. And boy was he good. His tongue licked at her skin and she swore she could hear the sizzle; every inch of her was burning. His spare hand dropping to the sash at her waist brought reality crashing through the mist of desire.

Quinn sensed her apprehension and pulled back on to his elbow looking down at her flushed face, her sparkling eyes, never had he wanted a woman this much. And if he paused to actually think he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been with a woman. Maybe that was why he was so desperate.

                “I can just about stop Delilah....” his voice was hoarse and the unsteadiness surprised him. “Just. But I think you want this too...”

She bit her lip nervously and it was the undoing on him, as she flicked her tongue over those teeth he groaned.

                “You have to make the next move Blondie.”

It took all his self control to back off, and as he made to move to her side, to lie on the bed, her hand reached for his chest, her fingers splaying across his hair roughened chest.

               

And at that very second there was a furious rap at their door. Quinn groaned and rolled onto his back, “bloody typical!” 

She averted her eyes, his libido was deflating rapidly, but his body was struggling a long way behind.  And at the back of her mind was the fact that it had been a hostile knock. Were they safe? Retying her robe she stood up, her back turned to Quinn and moved away from the bed. There was a sofa in the corner of the room and she ran there, hiding from Quinn as much as whoever was at the door.

He peered through the spy-hole, and she could see his edginess.

                “Get out of the view of the door, ok?” He grabbed the gun and held it behind him as he opened the door...slowly. Peeping around it she could hear him sigh and thank the person the other side, then closing the door, he deposited two large shopping bags on the floor. “Why the hell don’t they show you that they’ve got bags instead of standing right up to the door? I had no idea who that was going to be!” Glancing in the top of one bag he smiled, then handed it to her, taking the other himself.

Standing she took a look in the bag herself and groaned, at the top of the bag was some rather lacy lingerie, not what she expected someone else to buy her, and not something she expected to see in this part of the World, she instantly recriminated herself that she could be that judgemental. Making for the bathroom she pulled a sheer lace fitted camisole from the bag, and pulling it on, it fitted perfectly, as did the lace hipster briefs that matched. She really would burn all her clothes now.

The loose cotton trousers and fairly shapeless top were stark contrast to the delicate underwear, and emerging in what looked like pyjamas she looked at Quinn suspiciously. He was stood in the room straightening a black t-shirt, the beige combats were very similar to the previous ones he’d discarded.

Hearing her enter the room he smiled, “nice duds!”

                “So sexy underwear yet dowdy clothes had NOTHING to do with you?”

He laughed, “Sexy? Really? I just asked the girl at the desk to get something practical. I had no idea....” He looked her slowly up and down, before starting to clean up the remnants of their earlier meal, a smirk still on his face.

Lilah groaned, god he was under her skin, and she didn’t know if she wanted to rip off his clothes or slap his face....or both.

                “Are you up for a trip to the restaurant? The bar? A little social interaction?” he asked as he finished loading the trolley with their dishes.

                “Is it safe?” All those hours when they’d been outdoor, exposed, vulnerable meant a large part of her wanted to stay here, inside out of the way of any threat. But as she looked at Quinn, his dazzling smile, the charisma in bucket loads that she’d come to appreciate, to know, she didn’t know where the real threat actually was.

                “If they’re looking for us, then staying locked in our rooms will cause suspicion.”

                “But you told them we’re on our honeymoon!”

He nodded, “so I did. You win, I’ll order us some drinks, some nibbles, then we can sit here and plan our next move.”

An ice cold bottle of champagne and more fresh fruit and pastries arrived before she’d finished searching through the other clothes in the bag he’d arranged for her.  With a pop he’d opened the bottle and filled two flutes with fizz.

Taking one she chinked glasses with him and sipped the drink. He was lounging in a chair watching her lazily; she was regretting suggesting they stay in the room. Quinn was following her every move, his eyes on her, all seeing. And she was losing control.

Her nervousness caused her to down the first glass far too quickly, as he filled the glass again, he started the conversation she wasn’t ready for.

                “So Amir did some investigating, asked some questions, to find out why this happened.....”

She held up a hand and stopped his words, “I’m not ready for this Quinn.” She marched across the room and stood at the window overlooking a beautifully sculpted garden.

His words took her by surprise as she realised he’d moved to join her, standing slightly behind and slightly to her left, “why are you scared of what I’m going to say?”

She shrugged, it was easier for him to believe she was being pigheaded than to know that she was filled with such self doubt at her poor judgement over Gavin, IF he proved that Gavin was involved.

                “I’m traumatised,” she turned to look at him, “my mind can’t take any more, I’m shattered. WE can always discuss this again...” He shrugged, and she added, “I do want to thank you though; maybe I haven’t shown my gratitude as much as I should. If you hadn’t stopped, if you hadn’t come with me...” she gulped back unexpected emotion that was tinged with tears, “you saved my life!”

Quinn saw the tears welling in her eyes, and felt a tug somewhere deep in his chest. Pulling her in to his arms, he held her tightly and sighed, “It’s been an experience Blondie! That’s for sure!”

Breathing in the sandalwood and musky smell that he’d developed since his shower, along with the scent that was quintessentially him, Lilah almost laughed out loud, she’d known the man two days and she was thinking about him with the familiarity of lifelong friends. But that was how she felt about him, as though she’d known him forever.

With a gesture that may have spelled more, but she intended to show friendship she slid her arms around him, linking them behind his back.  And when she looked up finally to meet his eyes, he was waiting, patiently searching for a sign that they could take up where they’d left off.

Lilah struggled to breath, he was so close, his intent matched her desire, and she suddenly wondered why she was even contemplating fighting this. Whether it was the emotion, the fear, the adrenaline, she wasn’t sure, but she definitely wanted him, and she was too tired to fight any more.

Parting her lips, she started to lift her mouth to his, but with a grunt, he thrust his lips on to hers, taking the control that he loved so much. She was happy for him to devour her for a moment, but there was no way she was letting him take over. Winding her arms around him, she wrapped her body tight to his, loving the feeling of his hard stomach, chest, arms.

The little restraint Quinn had evaporated, as his tongue duelled with hers, his lips ravaging hers, he lifted her up, encouraging her legs to wrap around his waist. Once she was secured, he bumped his way across the room, uncaring of the upturned lamp, spilled fruit, it was all the quickest means to the end...getting her to the bed.

Dropping her feet he loved the sensation of her sliding down her body, every tantalising inch. Nudging slowly, he trailed kisses from her mouth to her ear lobe, then down to her collar bone, but by then Lilah had had enough. Sliding her hands under his t-shirt, she started to lift it up his body, and once it reached his chest, he had to lift his head to allow her to remove it completely. Taking the opportunity, she ran both hands up his chest, over the rough swirls of hair that surrounded each flat dark nipple, the giggled when those nipples hardened under her gaze and touch.

Quinn had thrown his head back long before her mouth settled around one, sucking, biting, teasing, a hand tormenting the opposite side. When her mouth moved to follow her hands, her hands were free to loosen his belt.

                “Delilah...” he breathed, pronouncing it in three long syllables, “that’s way too much!”

                “No such thing!” she offered as she paused, her eyes lifting momentarily to his.

With his long fingers he cupped her cheek, lifting her mouth back to his. The kiss this time was an assault, a fight for dominance; Lilah was winning that competition until his hands slid up over her ribs to cup her breasts through the light cotton of her top. Within seconds he’d lifted the hem, removed it, thrown it over his shoulder and pulled back to admire the sights he’d revealed. He knew she was perfect, but nothing had quite prepared him for the vision of her, high firm breasts coated in a ridiculously sexy lace stocking, her hardened dark nipples fighting against the light lace.

                                                                                                                                                

                “Perfect...” a hoarse croak almost hid the word, but she felt her body melt at the lust, the appreciation, the desire in everything he said and did. She’d never seen a lover so involved, so driven, so overtaken with his want for her. She wasn’t overly experienced, she’d had a few partners in the past, but she knew that she’d never been this wanton herself in the past.

Quinn seemed to have frozen, his eyes wide, lips parted just staring at her. With a gentle shake of the head, she lifted the lace garment over her head, unaware how positively sinful Quinn found her body freeing itself, the gentle pull and tug of her skin, the bounce of her body as it was freed.

She was even better in the flesh, was all he could think as he slipped the loose cotton trousers down over her hips, revealing matching lacy knickers.

                “On the bed,” he managed to growl as he unbuckled his own trousers, pushing them over his bare feet, climbing on to the bed next to her in just his boxer shorts. All the while being watched by Lilah who was reclined and the epitome of his desire, brazen and beautiful.

                “Shit...” was all he could mumble as they came together, his hands, lips teeth exploring everywhere. When he explored her he overwhelmed her, but when he pulled back she felt bereft. So she reached up to him, pulled him on top of her, he couldn’t resist her any longer and very soon he was moving inside her, heading for a place where the stresses and tribulations of the last two days were forgotten.

Lilah loved the feeling of him deep inside her, relishing the release that they were both heading for, after this she’d be over it; she knew that, this was excitement, desire....that was all.  But then he changed the angle of his pressure, driving harder and she lost control, that quickly, that dramatically....and as she convulsed he murmured her name and found his high too. A beautiful yet hot and sweaty moment.

Looking at the glint in his eyes as he collapsed against her, pulling her into his arms, she knew the night was far from over. And she couldn’t think of a greater prospect!