Free Honey House by LAURA HARNER Page A

most men just weren’t sure what that meant. I liked my man to be able to stand up to me, to be a little bit dominant in bed. I wanted a man who would seek his pleasure and not be intimidated when I did the same.
    Quinn slid his face and hands to my breasts, and I didn’t bother to try to disguise the moan he wrenched from me. He disposed of the front closing bra and went straight to work. With a sigh, he pushed my breasts together and ran his tongue along the crease before he began to tease the nipples. Light tongue flicks, a scrape of his teeth, gentle bites on the soft underside. Just as I was sure I couldn’t stand anymore teasing, he’d switch to the other breast.
    My back arched, impatient, eager for what I knew was coming next. Finally, with another sexy growl, he pulled one nipple into his mouth, while he pinched and rolled the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Hard and deep he sucked, and the muscles in my belly and lower clenched tight. A shudder passed through me, a strong precursor of what was to come.
    Quinn slid up my body, returning to kiss me with a gentleness he hadn’t shown before. His hand caressed my cheek as his mouth pressed against mine. I realized his hair was still bound and I loosened the tie that held it back from his face. Waves of soft golden-brown spilled around us, releasing an earthy scent. I ran my fingers through the silky strands, and he moaned with pleasure against my lips.
    “KC…Katherine…Katie.” It was as though he was trying my name for the first time and had settled on Katie with a sigh. I’d been Katherine to my parents, and KC in jail. No one had ever called me Katie before. I thought I might like it.
    I realized I thought of him as Quinn, but I’d never called him that except for that one bitchy moment in front of Susan. Quinn. Short for MacQuinnlan. What was his real first name? I would remember to ask later. Right now, I knew what he wanted, what we both wanted, and it wasn’t talk. He was giving me a chance to change my mind.
    “Yes,” I replied in a breathy voice. I could hear the hunger in my voice and knew he heard it, too.
    With his lightning fast reflexes, he swept me off the couch and carried me up the stairs to the bedroom. He cradled me against his bare chest with one strong arm while the other flung back the bedspread, exposing the crisp, white sheets.
    I expected him to throw me down on the bed, but he surprised me by gently lowering me to my feet, keeping our bodies pressed together. He towered over me, at least a foot taller than my five feet, four inches. It put his chest at face level, and I ran my tongue over the nipple in front of me. He stiffened, back arching, and the tiny bud twitched. I traced my tongue to the other nipple and drew it into my mouth, scraping my teeth across the sensitive bud, running my fingers through his glorious chest hair. His hands rested lightly on my shoulders and I understood. He would cede some of his control. For now.
    I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the jeans, and followed the trail of hair with my tongue to where it disappeared below his waistband. Dropping to my knees, I pulled down on all the clothing, and Quinn stepped out, kicking away the pile. He must have taken his shoes off at some point, because I encountered no obstacles.
    When he was completely nude before me, I leaned back on my heels and admired the view. “Magnificent,” I breathed before I took him in my mouth. It was a gentle taking; I wanted to taste him, to savor the unique, earthy aroma of his body. It was a scent of nature, of wild things, of power. I took just the tip, and rolled my tongue around the rim, flicking gently, tasting. Then my hand stroked the length of him while my mouth found other places to explore: the crease between his hip and his groin, the underside of his sac.
    He stood with his feet apart and let me explore, let me taste him. I took his cock back into my mouth and moved slowly, sliding him between my lips. I