Sunset Rivalry: The Caliendo Resort (By The Lake: The Caliendo Resort Book 2) by Shannyn Leah Page B
Authors: Shannyn Leah
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room. Either would work to make love and they’d done so in the past on both. But, he wanted to take her to her bedroom and this time he didn’t want to leave.
Anya had her own plans.
She shoved him against the table with incredible force for such a frail thing, never parting her lips from his.
His ass landed on the edge, bumping their teeth together and he enjoyed the giggle that came from her mouth. Her fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt, while his hands slid up and down her body before tugging her flannel plaid button-up out of her jeans. He ran his hands underneath and stroked the skin he’d been craving to touch. He was elated to find it just like he remembered: warm and silky smooth.
Anya gasped and moaned in his mouth at the pleasure of his touch. Her fingers paused against another scar and her nails dug into his skin as her body arched at his touch.
They ended up on the dining room table as he first thought. Anya climbed on top of him, pushing his shirt over his shoulders and tracing his skin down toward the buckle of his pants.
Quinn pulled both of Anya’s shirts over her head in a swift motion that made her grin appreciatively at him. She pushed his chest until he was lying flat on his back and her passionate lips followed him all the way down. The scorching fire between their torsos followed his hands running across every inch of her bare back while his mouth couldn’t get enough of hers.
He hadn’t forgotten how wonderful this felt, even dreamed about it...about her...every passing day they’d been apart, but it was nothing like actually touching her.
What did this mean? What would they do after this?
He wasn’t about to answer any of those questions, fearing the answer. The only person he wanted was Anya and she wanted him back so there was no way in hell he was confusing this with “what if” scenarios.
Anya stopped suddenly and pulled away.
Quinn stilled, his body going rigid, wondering what she was thinking. He was having a difficult time reading her like he’d once been able to do. She wasn’t as trusting as she’d been. He couldn’t blame her for being cautious with him and was proud that she was strong enough to stand up to him...until this point. He couldn’t blame her either for dipping into the lust pool they had created. He was as capable of not being able to control himself with her as she was with him.
Using her hands, Anya propped herself up on the table and stared down at him.
“How long have you been looking for the file?” she asked.
The file? The confusion that question sparked was indescribable. How was her mind even anywhere near the file in their current state?
Quinn didn’t want to go there right now.
He cupped her face and kissed her lips softly to remind her of what they were in the middle of doing.
Anya’s long hair was pulled into a ponytail that fell loose over one bare shoulder covering her bra strap. She had rarely worn her hair up two years ago. The long blonde curls used to cascade down his arms when they were in this position. Either way was fine as long as she was with him.
“Quinn, I asked you a question.”
She was persistent. “Where have you been?” he asked instead.
Her jaw tightened. “Don’t change the subject.”
“ You are changing the subject,” he pointed out, reaching up and kissing her again to remind her which subject he was referring to.
He wanted to know the answer to his question, but he also knew she wasn’t going to readily offer it to him.
She kissed him back. Hungrily welcoming his open mouth and meeting the warmth of his tongue.
Against his mouth she repeated, “How long have you been looking for the file?”
He groaned and dropped his head back against the table.
What a position he was in: her almost naked body on top of him, her hungry kisses lingering in his mouth and her demanding answers filling the space between them.
He knew it wouldn’t end with one question, but what was one
Anya had her own plans.
She shoved him against the table with incredible force for such a frail thing, never parting her lips from his.
His ass landed on the edge, bumping their teeth together and he enjoyed the giggle that came from her mouth. Her fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt, while his hands slid up and down her body before tugging her flannel plaid button-up out of her jeans. He ran his hands underneath and stroked the skin he’d been craving to touch. He was elated to find it just like he remembered: warm and silky smooth.
Anya gasped and moaned in his mouth at the pleasure of his touch. Her fingers paused against another scar and her nails dug into his skin as her body arched at his touch.
They ended up on the dining room table as he first thought. Anya climbed on top of him, pushing his shirt over his shoulders and tracing his skin down toward the buckle of his pants.
Quinn pulled both of Anya’s shirts over her head in a swift motion that made her grin appreciatively at him. She pushed his chest until he was lying flat on his back and her passionate lips followed him all the way down. The scorching fire between their torsos followed his hands running across every inch of her bare back while his mouth couldn’t get enough of hers.
He hadn’t forgotten how wonderful this felt, even dreamed about it...about her...every passing day they’d been apart, but it was nothing like actually touching her.
What did this mean? What would they do after this?
He wasn’t about to answer any of those questions, fearing the answer. The only person he wanted was Anya and she wanted him back so there was no way in hell he was confusing this with “what if” scenarios.
Anya stopped suddenly and pulled away.
Quinn stilled, his body going rigid, wondering what she was thinking. He was having a difficult time reading her like he’d once been able to do. She wasn’t as trusting as she’d been. He couldn’t blame her for being cautious with him and was proud that she was strong enough to stand up to him...until this point. He couldn’t blame her either for dipping into the lust pool they had created. He was as capable of not being able to control himself with her as she was with him.
Using her hands, Anya propped herself up on the table and stared down at him.
“How long have you been looking for the file?” she asked.
The file? The confusion that question sparked was indescribable. How was her mind even anywhere near the file in their current state?
Quinn didn’t want to go there right now.
He cupped her face and kissed her lips softly to remind her of what they were in the middle of doing.
Anya’s long hair was pulled into a ponytail that fell loose over one bare shoulder covering her bra strap. She had rarely worn her hair up two years ago. The long blonde curls used to cascade down his arms when they were in this position. Either way was fine as long as she was with him.
“Quinn, I asked you a question.”
She was persistent. “Where have you been?” he asked instead.
Her jaw tightened. “Don’t change the subject.”
“ You are changing the subject,” he pointed out, reaching up and kissing her again to remind her which subject he was referring to.
He wanted to know the answer to his question, but he also knew she wasn’t going to readily offer it to him.
She kissed him back. Hungrily welcoming his open mouth and meeting the warmth of his tongue.
Against his mouth she repeated, “How long have you been looking for the file?”
He groaned and dropped his head back against the table.
What a position he was in: her almost naked body on top of him, her hungry kisses lingering in his mouth and her demanding answers filling the space between them.
He knew it wouldn’t end with one question, but what was one
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