[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HEA]
Ava Preston came to London with one goal in mind—to finish work for her doctoral degree. Quinton Worthington was close to reaching his goal of working in America—something he knew would skyrocket his acting career. Everything was going according to plan until the workaholics collide with one another while out for an early-morning run. The attraction is instantly undeniable. Careers take a backseat as they indulge in a three-day weekend of passionate, red-hot sex, driven only by insatiable lust with absolutely no strings attached. Surprisingly, both privately feel a relationship might be possible, but neither dares divulge this fact in light of their focused career paths. Thus, the lovers begin to distance themselves to lessen the odds of falling in love. But Ava has a secret and knows she must sever all ties with Quinton. Can he convince her their passion could go far beyond…One Sizzling Summer?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Quinton shook his head and began to follow her, purposely lagging behind to allow himself the pleasure of watching her firm ass sway in synchronized rhythm with her steady gait. As before, the effect she had on him was immediately physical, and he was again on the verge of a raging erection watching her graceful, fluid movements. He shook his head in a vain attempt to clear the memory of how she had felt cuddled between his thighs the previous morning.
He quickly caught up with her, and they ran side by side for quite some time in comfortable silence.
Ava continued to keep up her brisk pace, but soon said obligingly to Quinton, “You don’t have to lag behind with me. I know with your long legs, you could be over that next hill and out of sight by now.”
He didn’t pause long before saying, without looking at her, “Maybe I don’t want to be out of sight right now.”
She gave him a devilish grin and said, “Okay then, maybe I’ll be the one to get there first.” She poured on the speed and began to sprint away from him, heading for the top of the hill. She knew the entrance to the park was close once she was on the other side.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Quinton shouted after her as he rapidly picked up his own pace. She was surprisingly fast for someone so tiny. Granted, she was all muscle underneath that curvaceous body, he thought to himself as he recalled having his hands firmly planted on her bare waist when they had collided in the park. He hadn’t been able to put her out of his mind since that first meeting. When he wasn’t thinking about her firm body, he was thinking about her green eyes or stunning smile. He even caught himself imagining what her hair would look like if it were hanging loose around her shoulders while as she looked into his eyes as she had done when lying upon his chest. The tightening in his lower extremities gave him a sudden urge to pour on all the speed he could in order to overtake her.
* * * *
Ava was just turning into the park when she felt an arm wrap around her waist and swing her about, dropping her several feet back from where she had been.
“Gotcha! See you, love,” Quinton called over his shoulder as she stood there momentarily slack-jawed and immobilized.
“No fair. You cheated!” she yelled at him as she took off once again. He turned and jogged backward as he grinned and waggled his eyebrows at her. That was all it took for Ava to draw out every ounce of energy she had left and race on to catch up with him. He turned and continued ahead of her. When she reached him, she jumped on his back, threw her arms around his neck, and chanted, “Cheater, cheater, cheater. Cheaters never win.”
* * * *
He begged to differ with her as he grabbed at both of her bare thighs in an effort to keep her from falling. Her breasts were mashed squarely against his shoulder blades, and the grip around his waist with her smooth, long legs wasn’t leaving much to the imagination. He was definitely the winner in his own eyes.
Quinton reached behind and, with a move as smooth as a ballroom dancer, swung her around and held her in his arms, her legs dangling, as he laughed and slowed his jog to a walk. Ava was laughing as he came to a halt on the path. They both stopped laughing and looked into each other’s eyes. Quinton looked at her full lips that were slightly parted, and leaned down until his own lips were just a breath away from hers. He looked back into her eyes for an instant and closed the space between their mouths by gently kissing her perfectly shaped upper lip. Ava held still in his arms, allowing him the freedom to explore her mouth at will. He began to softly kiss the corners of her mouth before he moved on to her lower lip. He sucked on it ever so gently before covering her mouth, deepening the kiss as he relaxed his hold on her, letting her slide down the length of his body. She remained in his arms as he lifted his head. Smiling and looking into her eyes, he said, “Well now…there you go.”
* * * *
Ava’s heart was pounding frantically in her chest as she opened her eyes and looked into his darkened gaze. She had found herself fantasizing about such a kiss since she first met him. When she should have been reading her assigned book, she kept reliving those moments after they collided and had stared silently into each other’s eyes before reacting to the incident itself. Her pulse had quickened then, too. When she was in the auditorium, supposedly listening to one of the top experts in her field, she was thinking about the warmth of his hands around her waist. She was sure when she looked in a mirror, she would find that his handprints had branded her bare flesh where he had touched her. And she couldn’t even allow herself to dwell on the massive arousal she had felt growing between them as she’d lain on top of his chiseled body. Now that he had truly kissed her, she realized the fantasy kiss was nowhere even close to how good the reality of it felt. She wasn’t too sure of how she should react. Finally, she did what she always did when she was unsure of herself. She made a joke. “Oh, think again, Mr. Worthington. You’ll have to do something better than that to distract me if you want to beat me to the finish line.”
When they reached the bed, he set her on her feet and threw back the covers with one hand while still holding hers with the other. She got on the bed and knelt facing him, reaching out, beckoning him to join her there in the middle of that huge four-poster bed with what seemed to be eyes filled with anticipation of what was to come. Quinton looked at Ava as if seeing her in a whole new light. She was smart, funny, beautiful, and for the moment, looking very vulnerable as she knelt there, looking ready and willing to give her entire being over to him. He placed a knee on the edge of the bed and brought her hand to his lips, kissing it softly as he moved onto the bed, crossing over to her on his knees.
He pulled her up so she would be facing him as he held her against his chest. He kissed her with tenderness as he cupped her upturned face in his hands.
He looked deeply into her darkened eyes for a moment, carefully considering his words. “If you have any doubts about this, we can stop now and just hold each other for the rest of the night. I realize we are moving fast. I do not want you to wake up regretting this night together.”
Ava slid her arms around his neck and kissed him back as tenderly as he had kissed her just moments before. She lowered her eyes to his lips and traced them with her fingertip as she said with surety, “I won’t regret this night with you. Not only is it something I want very much, it is something I need even more. So…no matter what happens after tonight, this is right. I expect no more than these hours we have right now. Your words mean more than you’ll ever know. I won’t forget them. Now…I think I owe you some attention.”
With those words, she kissed his mouth and pulled him down onto the bed beside her, where she let her hand rove unhurriedly over the expanse of his chest, kissing him fully as she brushed lightly over his hardened nipples with her fingernails.
Quinton inhaled sharply as her fingertips blazed a fiery trail on down his torso and, at last, mercifully, came to rest on his fully engorged cock.
Ava encircled her fingers around his shaft and slid them down the length of it, realizing its immensity, knowing how their union would be more mind-blowing because of it. The oil from their bath made her efforts to please him all the more satisfying, and when she replaced her hand with her mouth, Quinton gripped handfuls of linen, groaning in sweet agony.
Ava licked and sucked him in what appeared to be complete abandon, as if wanting to satisfy not only his desire, but her own. Quinton wondered what she would think if she realized she could nearly bring him to his knees with just a flick or stroke of her tongue. She slipped her lips over the tip of his cock, continuing to slide downward until she held him totally in her mouth.
Quinton moaned as he propped himself up on his elbows, watching her through half-closed lids as she slid her velvet lips back and forth, faster and faster, until he began to thrust his hips upward, mating with her mouth. He reveled in the intense pleasure she gave him, thinking it couldn’t be any better when she astounded him by pushing his knees upward and out to gain better access to the heavy sac between his legs, which she lathed with her tongue like melting ice cream on a hot summer day. She gently drew a testicle into her warm mouth to suckle, looking up at him as she swirled her tongue lazily around it. She lavished the same treatment on the other. The fact that she took her time drove him to a whole new level of pleasure. He felt as if the lust inside him were coiled up and hissing, ready to strike any moment as she returned her attention to his cock.
“Now, Ava. I need you right now,” he said with urgency, fisting his hand in her hair.
She crawled up to his chest, and with one swift move, Quinton flipped her onto her back, plunging his tongue deeply into her warm mouth, tasting himself as he sucked greedily at her tongue. He nudged her legs apart with his knee and pressed himself at her entrance, lifting his head to look into her eyes as he began to gradually ease himself into her.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting her hips to meet his gentle thrusts, and nodded, sensing he was concerned about hurting her due to his generous girth.
But it wasn’t until she met his piercing gaze and said in a voice barely above a whisper, “Yes, Quinton…fuck me now,” that he relinquished all restraint and pressed farther still into her wet, slick paradise. She bowed her back and cried out as he completely entered her, holding himself stock-still as she enveloped him by contracting her muscles around him.