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glimpse of that darker edge. She tossed him a pillow and raised her hips while he placed it under her butt.
    “Move your legs apart. I need room to work.”
    Libby hoped after he arranged her she’d feel less like she was getting a pelvic exam and more like she was about to receive the most amazing oral sex of her life.
    “We seemed to have lost our momentum, darlin’ wife.” The bed jiggled as Quinn scooted down until his head disappeared between her legs.
    After one long, wet lash of his tongue, Libby said, “I definitely remember.”
    He chuckled against the tender flesh and the vibration sent her belly muscles rippling.
    With her hips propped up, Quinn’s hands were free to roam. He stroked the inside of her thighs while his tongue drew feather-light circles around her clit. Then he’d back off, his growling noises heightened her excitement as he lapped at the juices dampening her entrance.
    Quinn knew exactly how to make her body hum. So it surprised her when he asked, “Which feels better? This?” Using firmed lips, he opened and closed his mouth over her pussy lips and clit in little biting increments.
    “Oh, I like that.”
    “How about this?” His fingers pulled back the hood covering her clitoris and he randomly flicked just the very tip of his tongue over the hot spot.
    An electric tingle shot straight up her center. “Whoa. Where’d you learn that?”
    “Figured maybe it was time for this old dog to learn new tricks.” He paused. “If I did something you didn’t like, or if you wanted more of something you did like, you’d tell me, right?”

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    Did he think his…technique was off? Lord. She’d never had any complaints about his oral talents. In fact, it’d always scared her that he instinctively could catapult her into pleasure in no time flat.
    Had Quinn suffered a crisis of faith in his skills as a lover? Was that somehow her fault?
    You’ve been so focused on the results of sex—creating a baby—you’ve forgotten the best part of sex is creating lifelong intimacy with the person you trust above all others.
    Libby gazed at him. When had their marriage become only about what she wanted and needed? What about Quinn’s wants and needs?
    “Lib? Darlin’, what’s wrong?”
    She swallowed the lump of guilt stuck in her throat. Quinn deserved better than the little he’d been getting from her. Sobering, to consider she had just as much changing to do as she’d expected from him—
    maybe more. Those changes wouldn’t happen overnight for either of them, but she’d do her part, starting right now.
    “Nothing is wrong.” Libby’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I’ve missed you. Being with you like this.
    Whenever you put your mouth on me I can’t think of anything else but how great you make me feel.”
    Quinn’s eyes shone with male pride. He slapped his palms on the inside of her thighs and his dark head descended.
    Libby held her breath. Every muscle in her body clenched in anticipation of the next swipe of his wet tongue.
    “Relax.”
    “I am.”
    “Wrong. I can feel the tension vibrating off you.”
    “It’s not tension, Quinn. It’s lust. I don’t need new tricks. I just need you.”
    An animalistic snarl was her only signal she’d pushed him to the brink.
    No gentleness, just hunger. His single-minded, unyielding pursuit of her pleasure sent her body into overdrive. Dizzy from the sensations bombarding her, Libby closed her eyes, lost in the burning brand of his skilled mouth, the sweet suction, the bruising grip of his fingers. With her every shallow breath, Quinn’s musky aroma filled her lungs.
    Two fingers slipped into her sheath, curling behind her pubic bone, and she bowed off the bed.
    He flickered his tongue over her clitoris in short, fast stabs as he rubbed her innermost tissues with his fingertips. Not in and out, but in the sweetest, erotic internal caress.
    Before she’d gotten used to the feeling of