215 Trading freedom for a relationship 3 (1/2)

Quentin's eyes flashed in amusement when he recognized that her frustration is mixed with lust. ”Oh, you want to do something here? Other than the television, I don't have many things that can provide entertainment because I don't usually bring people into my apartment. We can talk and get to know each other. Or you want to go somewhere, but not to be a date? Don't tell me that you want to go to Liz's place now…”

Brianna narrowed her eyes at Quentin, and she scrutinized him while wondering if he is super-oblivious or faking ignorance on purpose. She started yanking his shirt, untucking it from his pants.

Quentin chuckled and grabbed her hands to stop her movements. ”Didn't you say that you want to take it slow? And there was something about small increments.”

Brianna looked at him in disbelief. Why is he bringing up the points of taking it slow and small increments? Does he expect them to hold hands only? Or not to go beyond kissing? Isn't it too late for that? ”Are you really going to deny me this?”

Quentin cupped her cheeks with his palms and kissed her lightly on the lips. ”I can't make myself deny anything to you… my girlfriend.”

Brianna's mind exploded. Other than 'date' and 'dating', he used the 'girlfriend' word! But his lips were back on hers and his palms glided over her body skillfully while he removed her clothes in fluid movements, and she forgot why she was upset.

Quentin kissed her slowly and thoroughly, and his every move conveyed a message of longing mixed with lust.

He was reminding himself not to rush because Brianna is finally in his room, removing his clothes, willing to acknowledge that what they have between them is more than just a series of hookups, and she didn't complain when he called her his girlfriend.

Brianna spread her arms around Quentin and ran her palms against the firm muscles of his back, and she melted in his kisses which reminded her that he is a ten, and probably more than that. He is so good that she will need to recalibrate her scale, or maybe create a separate category only for Quentin because he is absolutely dominating in every way possible.

This is Quentin, a man who is shattering all her previous beliefs and rebuilding them into one where a relationship is a possibility.

They fell on the soft mattress of his bed, and for the first time, she allowed someone to have complete control because she knew that it will be good. The best she ever had.

This was not the first time they shared a bed, but this was different. It was slow and more intense than ever before, allowing her to savor every inch he is giving her.

Brianna wondered if this is the difference between a hookup and an intimacy that a relationship provides. She wondered if this is the difference between sex and making love. And she had many more thoughts, but they all got washed away in the persistent waves of pleasure which swept over her with his every thrust, surrounding her mind in a storm of rapture from which she couldn't escape from even if she wanted to. And just like that, she was entirely his.

…

Later that morning…

Quentin is holding Brianna under the dark gray satin sheet of his bed. Her back is facing him, and he is enjoying the feeling of her soft skin pressing against his chest.

This moment, the two of them laying down in the bed in silence and breathing together is perfect.

”Are you going to the party this afternoon?”, Brianna asked after some time.

He confirmed. ”With you.”

”I will need to get something to wear. My clothes are at Liz's place.”

”There is plenty of time. If you don't find anything you like in the other room, we can stop by Liz's apartment on the way to the party.”

Brianna was surprised that Quentin didn't mention his extensive network of fashion designers and that he can make the perfect outfit appear magically (with help from Kendra). But she didn't want to mention that because she didn't want him to call Kendra. Bri does not care if Quentin calling Kendra is messing up with her holiday, that is between Quentin and Kendra. But the idea of Kendra coming into this space and invading into Quentin-Brianna time was somewhat irking Brianna. She wondered if she is jealous.

”Bri?”, Quentin's voice pulled Brianna out of her thoughts about Kendra.

”Hmm?”

”Can you do one thing for me?”, Quentin asked reluctantly.

”What?”

”Can you unblock my number? There might be a time when I need to call or text you.”

”OK.” Brianna responded in a small voice and two seconds later, she added: ”Sorry about blocking you.”