After a Year of Silence novel · Chapter 23 of 24

Chapter 23: No Terms

We never made it to the bedroom.

He kissed me in the middle of the living room, with the radiator ticking and the last orange light on the floorboards.

His hands slid under my shirt and over my ribs, and I raised my arms so he could take it off.

He dropped it on a box marked KITCHEN.

"You don't have to ask," I said again.

"I know."

"Then why are you shaking?"

"Because it's the first time it hasn't been a fight," he said.

I took his face in both hands.

"Then let's see what it's like."

I unbuttoned his jeans while he pulled my bra open.

He knelt and laid me down on the bare mattress.

It was cold under my back, and then his mouth was on my breast, hot and slow, and I stopped noticing.

He sucked my nipple until I arched up into him.

I dragged my fingers through his hair and said his name, and he grinned against my skin.

"Say it again," he said.

"Quentin."

"Again."

"Quentin, I want you."

"Where?"

"Everywhere."

He took me at my word.

He kissed his way down my stomach, pulled my jeans and my underwear off together, and settled between my thighs.

I had thought he would be slow, but he was not.

He licked me open, long and wet, and I fisted my hands in the sheet.

He found my clit with his tongue and worked it until my hips were moving on their own.

"God," I gasped. "Don't stop."

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