Torn

Chapter 17✓

Carter

I step into a warmly lit foyer, and I am pleasantly surprised at how intricately the pack house is decorated. You can tell it has a feminine touch at the delicate care of how the home presents itself.

A long, burgundy floor rug is spread along the length of the stretching hallway into the main area of the house. On the left-hand side, a wide stairway spreads along the wall up to the second story. Still grasping my hand Quinn leads me up the stairway and down a hallway before he stops in front of a large door at the very end.

He pushes open the door, tosses the car keys into a bowl on the table and we walk into a clean, masculine bedroom. From the fresh rain and cologne scent, I know that Quinn has brought me to his room. It's cozy, and pleasantly well organized.

In the center of the room, against the wall sits a large king-size bed that is held in place by a black wooden frame. On either side of the bed are small black side tables. Sitting on the right side of his room is a long black dresser with a large TV on top while on the left side of the room is another door to what I assume leads to an attached bathroom.

Quinn leads me by the hand to his bed and sits down on the edge. His comforter is a light grey and is soft to the touch. I crawl past him as sit cross-legged in the middle of his bed, leaning up against the headboard.

He gives me a sexy smirk as he watches me get comfortable.

"I have to say that I like seeing you in my bed, little one." His voice is a low rumble that makes me press my thighs together tightly. My face heats at his words.

I tuck my hair behind one ear, my head turns to the side just a little and I can't stop the grin that spreads over my face when I see his eyes zero in on my crescent moon birthmark. It's been his kryptonite ever since we were teenagers.

"Don't you sweet talk me, mister. I still have so many questions and I won't let you distract me." I give him a pretend stern look.

"Mmm. That damn birthmark, little one. You know what it does to me. And do you know what is even sexier than seeing you in my bed? Having you mad at me while you're in my bed." A low chuckle vibrates through his chest, and I watch his body tense quickly before he lunges at me.

Before I have a moment to react Quinn wraps his hands around my ankles and pulls me down until I'm lying flat on my back with his body pressed tightly on top of mine. I gasp at the sudden movement and wrap my arms around his neck. Soft flutters swarm my stomach and heat begins to pool between my legs.

His eyes fill with lust and his nostrils flare. I know he can tell how much I want him. He leans down and runs his nose along my neck, smelling my skin. His teeth nip gently at the spot that holds my birthmark and a soft moan leaves my mouth before I can stop it.

"Do you know how long I've wanted this for? How many years I have imagined you in my bed and hearing those sexy little moans while you're writhing underneath me?" His teeth nip at my jawline.

My breath is coming in short bursts and my heart is beating wildly against my ribs. I run my hands through his dark hair and pull his lips down to mine. The kiss starts slow and soft. His hands roam up my bare legs until he reaches my hips, my sundress bunching up and showing off my black lacey thong. I wrap my legs around his waist and feel him press against my core. A growl erupts from Quinn's throat and the kiss deepens.

Our tongues battle for dominance and my grip on his hair tightens as I pull him harder into our kiss. His hand moves up to grasp my breast and his thumb flicks over my peeked nipple. I moan into his mouth and buck my hips into his hard member.

Quinn pulls away from our kiss and gently tugs down on the neckline of my sundress until my breasts are bared to him. His warm mouth envelopes my tight nipple. I cry out when his teeth nip at the bud, and I moan loudly.