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Chapter 22 - A night to remember?

Chapter 22

Lilah was relieved that Freddy was a good sleeper. After bathing and feeding him he was more than ready to settle down for the night, giving Lilah half an hour before Quinn was coming over. Normally she’d have wanted him to stay and bath him, be involved, but the tension was making her nervous and she needed time to prepare for the night. She’d promised herself a good night, let alone him, and she didn’t want to let either of them down. That humid night in the North African hotel was a distant memory, and Lilah knew she needed more than that to last her the rest of her life.

Ransacking her wardrobe she searched for something that said ‘sexy’ but ‘not trying too hard’, and failed dramatically. In the end she found her newest sexy lingerie, a cute pink push up bra and matching shorts, after all she had some stretch marks from Freddy that she didn’t have before, she needed all the help she could get. Lilah pulled a cute little vest top from the back of her draw and put it on with some short black shorts. It was as good as it got.

Downstairs she had a bottle of wine in the fridge, not that she wanted alcohol to cloud her enjoyment...or her memories! Then she pulled out some takeaway menus. She had no intention of cooking tonight, and whilst she didn’t know what he’d like, she ordered a selection of Chinese food, knowing that delivery out to this fairly isolated spot would take a while. Then she cracked open the wine, taking a glass for courage.

She was selecting an appropriate CD to suit her mood when there a tap preceded the back door opening.

“Hello?”

“HI Quinn, I’m in here.”

When she turned around, Quinn was resting against the door jamb just watching her.

“What?” she asked self consciously.

He grinned and it was a warm wonderful sight, “just admiring the view! Those are seriously hot shorts Miss Dawson!”

She glanced down at her bare legs, then slowly back at him, casual in flip flops, perfectly fitting old worn jeans and a snug black t-shirt, “why thanks you Mr Southland, you don’t look so bad yourself!”

Quinn chuckled, “that wine looks nice...”

She selected a CD then hit the play button, the White Album started with Birthday, and Quinn raised an eyebrow.

“Disc two, a controversial choice!”

She laughed, “You’re talking to a girl who met Joan Armatrading! I don’t seem to do convention.”

He raised an eyebrow, “really?” He mimed an electric guitar as he sang at the top of his voice, “Animal mineral physical spiritual, I'm the one you need, I'm the one you need.”

Lilah laughed even harder, “I can’t believe you know her, I mean when I met her I told people in school and they had no clue!”

Quinn swung his arm around her shoulder, “my girlfriend at school had parents who were more hippy than yours, I swear!” Then he swung her around to the eclectic mix that was the White Album. Eventually she pulled apart, weak from laughing so much.

“I’ll get you a wine. I ordered in Chinese by the way, it takes a while to deliver here, and I wanted us to eat before midnight!"

Quinn stopped, lifting a hand to cup her chin, “well we have to leave plenty of time for ‘talking’, don’t we?”

The responding laugh was silenced by his lips finally swooping down to hers. Every instinct in her wanted to suck this man inside her, possess him, own him, but maddeningly he was controlling her growing ardour, keeping the kiss at a superficial basis. Merely between their mouths, their lips tongue and odd clash of teeth.

Pulling back he eventually looked down at her, “I have waited all day for that!” She wriggled against him unable to verbalise a response and he smiled, “patience Blondie, I thought we had food on its way!”

Nodding she rasped, “It won’t be here for forty minutes.”

Quinn placed a hand either side of her face and stroked her cheek bones with his thumbs, “I can’t think of anything worse than being disturbed...once we get deep into ‘discussions’.”

Lilah licked her lips, desperately trying to ease her dry mouth, to no avail, she could see the logic in his words, but this was her night and her rules. So she placed a hand on his chest and pulled back.

“By then Mr Southland, I guarantee you’ll be glad of a pit stop!”

With that she marched out of the room, only pausing to lean back and toss the vest top she’d been wearing back through the doorway. As she made for the stairs she heard the thundering of his feet as he chased after her. Her heart started to pound as she let out a squeal rushing up the steps, but it almost exploded when a hand circled her ankle she squeaked a quieter sound, belatedly realising her son was still sleeping.

Kicking furiously she fought his hands, and when he grabbed her shorts he thought he had her, but she unbuttoned them and wriggled quickly, sliding them over her hips and legs before he had even realised that she’d evaded him. At the top of the stairs was a large step that led to her room, and as she managed to make it there, laughter shaking every bone, he was suddenly there above her, eye-to-eye, and there was nowhere left to run.

Reaching up, Lilah wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, thrusting her mouth on his, biting and tugging at his lip with her teeth, running her tongue over his. Quinn groaned, dropping to his knees he reached around her waist responding in full to her kiss. She loved Quinn’s touch, well she loved everything about him, but as his lips dropped to her neck, her head fell back and she let the pleasure engulf her. Tonight was not about holding back, it was about making the most, taking the most.

Quinn’s teeth grazed her collar bone and she couldn’t contain a moan. One arm supported his weight, but the other settled on her waist, fingers splayed wide, aware of every single inch of his contact. Lilah tugged at his t-shirt, lifting it up, and Quinn parted with her body for a second to let her pull it over his head. As his lips returned to her neck, her hands flew to his chest, following the muscular contours with deft fingers, sliding around to his strong spine.

Quinn pulled back on to his knees and looked at her, “as nice as it would be to ravage you here...on the stairs, you deserve a large comfortable bed. Do you have one to hand anywhere?”

Laughing, she allowed him to pull her to her feet then opened the door to her boudoir. She wondered how he saw the room, it was a mismatch of everything, a homemade patchwork quilt, courtesy of her mother topped the large central wooden bed, the furniture was a mixture of older pieces bought at various charity shops. But as she looke