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He wasn’t sure if he should be insulted she’d just called him a trusty steed, but he couldn’t resist such a perfect opening. “I have something in particular that you should be riding.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. I’m sitting here worrying about the inevitable zombie apocalypse and you’re thinking with your dick.”
He was pleased to note she looked less winded now. Apparently verbally sparring with him was exactly the distraction she needed. “We already talked about this. I’ll cover your ass while we’re in San Diego. So, yes, you will have your trusty steed next to you at all times.” He was probably an ass for using her insane fears to further his agenda with her, but so be it. “You hungry?”
“Not for brains.” She made a face. “And not for company, either.”
He figured. Being around people wasn’t her natural inclination, so she’d need some time to recharge before they did anything else. Still, he couldn’t help asking, “Is there any other panel or whatever that you want to see while we’re here?” From what he understood, these convention things were hotbeds for new information for the gaming community. Surely there was something else she was interested in besides that demo?
And if she had to cling to him while he got her there, well, he was okay with that, too.
But she was already shaking her head. “There’s nothing they’re showing that I won’t be able to find on the Internet in a few hours anyways—without having to deal with the crowds.”
He would have been lying if he said there wasn’t a little disappointment that rose at that, but he brightened almost immediately when he considered that meant he’d have her all to himself. “Well, then, let’s get back to the room and order some grub.”
And if he played his cards right, there’d be more than just food on the menu.Chapter TwelveAubry wasn’t sure when her brilliant plan to create some distance between herself and Quinn stopped feeling so brilliant. Maybe it was when Quinn had put himself between her and the rest of the people who were too freaking close and definitely too freaking loud. Or maybe it was his getting jealous of that dude Kurt was kind of cute in a caveman sort of way.
The fact he fingered her to orgasm in a hallway, where they were then interrupted, definitely had something to do with it, though.
She was already starting to doubt her ability to keep her hands off him as he closed the door of the hotel room behind them. It didn’t help that she was riding high off accomplishing the impossible. She’d done it. She’d gone to DeathCon. She’d played the alpha demo. It had been better than she could have dreamed. She didn’t miss out because her anxiety was too much to handle.
All of it added up to her feeling virtually indestructible.
She wanted Quinn, and she wanted him now. And from the look on his face he knew it, too. Damn it. She should have been sated from her earlier orgasm—or the many that had come in the last few days—but the truth was she wanted him all the more because of it. It didn’t make any sense, but she was past trying to rationalize anything that had to do with this man.
To distract herself, she thumbed through the room service menu, barely registering the printed words. She was too busy listening to Quinn move around the room, slowly drifting closer to her. She knew that’s what he was doing the same way her body called out for his, the glaring emptiness between her thighs demanding to be filled.
She turned around to find him standing an arm’s distance from her. His gaze skated over her body in a move she was convinced she could actually feel. “I think it’s time we had a talk.”
“Talking is for the birds.” She grabbed the front of his shirt and towed him to her. Or, rather, she towed herself to him because his feet didn’t actually move. She didn’t care. Nothing mattered but what was about to happen. Aubry went up onto her tiptoes and kissed his neck, his jaw, the dip below his bottom lip. “We both talk too much.”
He hissed out a breath when her nails dug into his shoulders. “That’s the fucking truth.” Quinn palmed the back of her head and kissed her, harsh and hard and exactly what she needed. His other hand unbuttoned her jeans and shoved them off, and she was only too happy to help by stepping out of them. It left her in only her T-shirt and panties, but even that was too much of a barrier between them. Aubry broke the kiss long enough to yank her shirt over her head and toss it somewhere behind her, quickly followed by her bra and panties.
