All Chapters of When She Turns Her Back: Chapter 1081 - Chapter 1090

Talia leaned into Quentin's arms as he kissed her, his mouth insistent against hers. He deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past her lips as he stole the breath from her.She tilted her head back, exposing the pale line of her throat. He trailed his mouth down her neck, and a low sound escaped her before she could stop it. A current ran through her whole body.Quentin was burning up. Every part of him wanted to keep going.But Talia pressed both hands against his chest just in time. "Quentin, stop."His lips landed on the back of her hand instead. Something flickered behind his eyes, and a muscle jumped at his temple before he managed to speak."Okay. Whatever you say. I'll behave."He was still holding her up, his body radiating heat, but he forced everything down. Seeing him actually listen, so easily and without complaint, made her chest tighten.After a few seconds, she pushed at him lightly. "Put me down."He rested his forehead against hers and nudged it gently. "Tell

Talia stayed pressed against Quentin, her cheek resting on his stomach, and didn't speak for a long time. When she finally answered, her voice was hoarse as she said, "I'll try."Quentin knew she was hurting. He held her for a while longer before gently letting go. He looked down at her and said, "Let me take you upstairs."She nodded. "Okay."When she stood, he took her hand and walked her up slowly, one step at a time.When they reached her bedroom door, he couldn't bring himself to leave. He pulled her into his arms and pressed a kiss to her forehead."I really don't want to be even a step away from you. If I could, I'd keep you in my pocket so I could take you out and look at you whenever I missed you."That made her laugh. She covered her mouth with her hand and said softly, "Go on. If you don't leave now, you'll be done even later."Instead of leaving, Quentin crouched before her and looked up at her. He asked, "Can I come see you when I'm done?"Last night and everything

Back at the Stewart residence, Talia took a shower after Quentin left.She was standing in front of the bathroom mirror in her robe, blow-drying her hair, when she noticed the marks scattered across her neck. There were many of them.The sight of them pulled her straight back to the night before—to all the chaos and abandon. Quentin had gotten under her skin like something slow and intoxicating, and she found herself missing the feel of him already.The more she thought about it, the hotter her face burned.He'd been insatiable, bringing her to the edge over and over again, each time letting her fall apart completely. That feeling was something she suddenly, desperately wanted to experience again.But Quentin wasn't here. If he had been, they probably would have already ended up in bed.Talia decided she needed to stop her thoughts before they went any further. She gave her own cheek a light slap and shook her head hard.She forced herself to stop and went back to drying her hai

Quentin had a way of getting under Talia's skin without even trying. But when she replayed what he'd just said, a question slipped out before she could stop it. "So you're saying you've 'gotten' other women before?"The moment the words left her mouth, she realized how jealous she sounded. But it was too late to take it back.Quentin's eyes hadn't left her face for a single second. His expression turned serious as he said, "Talia, I'm only going to say this once. I have never had feelings for any woman other than you. I have never been with any woman other than you."That was true before, and it'll be true for the rest of my life. You're the only woman I've ever loved, and the only woman I've ever slept with."Every single word was deliberate and measured, spoken with a sincerity that left no room for doubt.Talia looked at him on the screen and smiled softly. "Quentin, thank you for loving me."The tenderness in her eyes made something in his chest come undone.After a few quie

Quentin's hands moved on their own, settling on Talia's waist, his fingers itching to undo her clothes. But he stopped himself.This was still the Stewart residence. Kissing Talia here was nerve-wracking enough. Anything further was out of the question.He stilled his hands and just held her.Talia's head was swimming from the kiss, and before she knew it, her own hand was sliding toward the opening of his shirt. She missed the way his body felt, missed the contours and the strength of him.The moment her fingers slipped beneath the fabric, Quentin caught her wrist. He pulled her close, his breathing ragged against her ear. "Talia, not here. Let's go somewhere else."She deflated against him like all the air had been let out of her, boneless and flushed. The heat of her face seeped through the thin layer of his shirt and burned against his chest, and it took everything he had not to give in.He'd barely slept the night before. He'd spent half the night talking himself out of clim