Free Knock Me Off My Feet by Susan Donovan Page B

then to her calves. He stopped there and raked his knuckles hard down her muscle.
    "Ahhh!" She nearly jumped off the table.
    "You're very tight," Quinn said, still holding her eyes with his. She could've sworn he smiled at his choice of words, and she was once again impressed by the fact that Stacey Quinn was one damn fine-looking man.
    Audie found herself scooting closer to the edge of the table to give him more of her legs, which clearly indicated she was out of her mind or wasted or both. He responded by taking long strokes from the soles of her feet to above her knees, still staring at her intently.
    "Oh, wow," she whispered. The sensation was pure heat, and it tingled and pleased and hurt all at the same time. She found she couldn't breathe between strokes of his hands. "Oh, yes," was her next comment.
    "How are those feet doing?"
    "What feet?" she answered, smiling behind her closed eyes.
    His hands were now fully inside her dress, pushing higher on her legs, leaving streaks of fire on her skin, moving higher still, and heading outward toward her hips. She groaned softly when his fingers brushed against the silk of her underwear and raced back down her legs, only to move back up, turning this time toward the painfully tender skin of her inner thighs…
    Quinn's hands stopped. "Audie?"
    "Yes?"
    "What are we doing?"
    "You're giving me a foot massage." She clenched her eyelids tight and didn't dare breathe.
    "Not anymore I'm not."
    Audie sat up, clamped her legs together, and felt sick with embarrassment. His hands slid away abruptly. "You're right. This is not a good idea. I've got to go home. Do you still have my keys?"
    She was about to remove her feet from his lap and run like hell when Quinn jumped up, spread her legs apart, and stepped inside.
    "I didn't say it was a bad idea." Quinn was leaning forward, his hands on the edge of the table by her hips, his breath hot on her neck. "I was making sure you knew what was happening, that's all."
    "Thank you, Quinn, I… Oh, God, I appreciate that. I really do." Audie swallowed hard. "It would have been a mistake."
    He smelled so good, so sharp and masculine. Every nerve ending in her body was screaming to touch him. His lips were so close to her neck, to her face. Her legs were opened to him.
    "Just one kiss, Homey."
    "One good-night kiss. Then I've got to go."
    When Quinn pulled back enough to look her in the eye, Audie gasped. She was in for it now.
    Technically, it was just one kiss. It started quite gently, a soft, careful touch of his lips against hers, moist and sweet and warm. Then came her tender response and her lips yielded to his, her hands lightly stroked the back of his neck, and she breathed his name into his mouth.
    And it continued, as Quinn dared to ask for a little more, and Audie dared him right back, and the kiss deepened as Quinn climbed up on the table with her and gently laid her down, feeling her stretch out all soft and warm and willing beneath him.
    And it continued, as she offered him her tongue and felt him suck it and pull it into his mouth and the flame licked low inside her and she felt his hands go into her hair, then down her neck to her shoulders, then wrap around her body, and the kiss grew wet and rough and she felt how very hard he was against her belly and she couldn't help it and just threw her legs around his waist and rolled with him.
    They smashed into one of the chairs first, then tumbled onto the deck together, their legs askew but their kiss unbroken.
    She scrambled on top of him, straddling his hips and devouring his lips, yanking his shirt from his belt, reaching up inside to get her hands on his bare chest, and raking her fingertips across his pebble-hard nipples.
    "I want you bad, Quinn." She spoke, but her lips never left his.
    "I'm going to tear off your clothes now," he mumbled, tugging on the zipper at the back of her dress.
    "I'm going to rip off your pants," she told him, her declaration muffled not only by the ongoing