“Honestly?” I moved my legs, starting to turn the sway into a dance as the band sang a love song that I needed to get the title of. “The kiss kinda said everything.”
“Do you know how badly I wanted to kiss you after my ride?” She arched her back slightly, her eyebrows pinched.
“Probably as much as I wanted to kiss you,” I admitted, taking the moment to bend and give her a light, chaste kiss on her lips. “Kisses always say everything.”
She let out that sweet hum and then rolled her lips together. “Well, not everything. I just…thought it was the best thing to get my point across in the moment.”
I raised a brow. “What happened to not wanting to screw this up?” I lightly ran my knuckle up her neck until my fingers wove into her hair.
She bit her bottom lip, “I think…you’re worth the risk. But if we figure out that this isn’t going to work—”
“Who said it’s not?” I questioned, but she flew over my words.
“—we can agree to remain friends because, Wyatt…I’ve never had a friend like you, and you’re too important to lose, but…” she paused her fingers tickling the back of my head as they worked through my hair. She raised on her tiptoes and pulled me down to her for another kiss. Her mouth met mine, and my body exploded. Our tongues danced with one another, seemingly in rhythm to the song, better than our bodies were. And her moans, her light hums of approval as I took it deeper, were only fueling the fire. Pressing my body to hers in every way imaginable, her fingers continued to tickle and play with my hair, all while we kissed and kissed. Both of us breaking for air, she took a deep breath. “That…” she gasped, her eyes fluttering open, “is worth everything.”
“Whoo!” A cheer traveled across the dance floor, breaking my concentration on Quinn as I turned back to my friends at thepool table. They gave each other a fist bump and me a thumbs up.
Quinn let loose a small chuckle and proceeded to bury herself in my chest.
“We have options.” I kissed the top of her head. “We can get out of here or…” I pulled away to take her in. Her cheeks flushed, her lips puffy and perfectly kissable, her emerald eyes drowning me even though her hat was creating the perfect shadow. My train of thought vanished. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
Leaning down for another kiss, Quinn pulled away. “We can get out of here or…?” she trailed.
I slumped my shoulder and nodded towards Hawkins and Sam. “We can go beat their asses at pool.”
Quinn chuckled. “I’m down for a game of pool, as long as you kiss me after each shot I make.”
I cocked a brow, the corner of my lips tilting up. “You said I couldn’t make any bets tonight.”
She lightly kissed me. “This is the exception.”
Later—well, after last call was shouted—we said goodnight to Hawkins and Sam, and we found ourselves up against Quinn’s hotel room door. I just couldn’t get enough of her. In the past, I’d already have my hand up the woman’s shirt, and soon after, I’d have us in the bedroom with our clothes probably strewn on the floor. Then, we’d be in the sheets, and I most likely had already forgotten her name.
Not here. Not with Quinn.
Never with Quinn.
I kissed her slowly, my hands tangling in her hair, her fists gripping my shirt, soft hums and moans coming from both of us. I traced her jaw, lightly opening her more, allowing me to devour her, taste her. Her hands loosened and slid up my chest, finding their way under my button-down and into my collar, herfingertips making my skin blaze with heat as they touched their way to my neck.
It took everything in me not to touch her in the ways I’ve dreamed about since the first time I saw her, the desire growing stronger with each swipe of my tongue against hers—but I had to savor this, savorher. I could still feel the way her body ached and twitched under her thin tank top. I could still feel her need with the way her leg lifted and wrapped around my own, keeping me in place. Her hips moved as my hands ran down her sides to her ass, lifting her off the floor gently. I pinned her there against the door with my hips, and she let out a moan, dropping her head back with a thump—giving me perfect access to her neck.
I kissed, I licked, I sucked…I did everything I thought about doing…except taking it one step further and opening that hotel room door.
“Wyatt,” she said breathlessly, her fingers pulling on my hair once again as she gripped me. “What do we do from here? What does Wyatt Hartwell do?”
I lifted my head and kissed her chin. “In general…or…” I trailed, pressing my lips to the spot under her ear that drove me—and apparently her with the sound she made—wild.
“Well, I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to be in my hotel room right now. Pretty sure we’re wearing too much clothing. Pretty sure you haven’t kissed me enough.” She inhaled and found my lips, that same damn moan filling me.
Fuck, I could listen to her sounds all night long. I’d be the reason for these moans. I’d discover exactly how to touch her, how to kiss her, how to tease her in order to get these moans. I’d take them and bottle them up, listen to them on repeat if I could.
“I could,” I muttered against her lips. “But—”
“But?” She groaned. “No buts.”
“So many buts here.” I grinned, squeezing her ass and loving the way she wriggled in my arms. “I promised you I wouldn’t screw this up.”
“That was before I did,” she murmured, her lips following my chin as I lowered her back to the ground.
