Which means my dick is really fucking hard by the time we finish eating.
And all I can think about is licking her. Everywhere.
I’ve never had to work this fucking hard for a woman’s attention before, and even though she said yes to lunch with me, I’m starting to think she really meant it when she said no to me on the beach earlier when it comes to me and her and something more.
And that me suggesting we just be friends was a really stupid idea because she’s going to hold me to that, no matter how hard I try for something more.
I’m not sure I’ve ever been friends with a woman I want to fuck before. I’m not sure I can, especially when all I can think about is getting Quinn naked and licking every single inch of her until she’s screaming my name and forgetting all about the bullshit friends thing.
“What do you think?” I ask as she pushes her plate away, letting out a groan that just about undoes me.
“So good,” she says, sinking back into her chair, her hands moving to rest on her stomach. “Not sure I need to eat for a week.”
Chuckling, I lean across, my thumb swiping at a blob of sauce on the corner of her mouth. “There are ways we can work it off, you know,” I whisper, sucking the sauce off the end of my thumb, smiling as Quinn’s eyes widen in surprise. “Get that appetite back.”
She huffs out a laugh, shaking her head as she says, “You don’t know when to quit, do you?”
I raise a brow, hitting her with a smirk as I say, “It’s working though, isn’t it?”
Quinn purses her lips, crossing her arms over her chest in a move that I am sure is supposed to make her look serious, but only serves to emphasize those gorgeous tits of hers.
“I don’t know,” she says, her head tilting to the side.
“You don’t know,” I repeat, trailing a finger slowly down her arm from her shoulder to her elbow. “That’s at least more promising than an outright no.”
I run my finger down her arm again, not missing the goosebumps that spring up on her skin. Considering the effect this tiny touch is having on me, my already hard dick going to full-on raging boner the second my finger touched her skin, I’m glad to see I’m not the only one affected by this.
Whatever this is.
“Maybe,” she says, turning back to the ocean, her bottom lip between her teeth, almost as though she’s fighting a smile.
Chuckling, I lean closer, shuffling my chair toward hers so she’s practically sitting between my legs. “I think definitely,” I whisper, tucking her hair behind her ear. “And I think you like it, too.”
She smacks her lips together, smiling a little even though she isn’t looking at me. “Is that so?” she asks.
“Uh huh,” I reply, my finger once again trailing down her arm. “I see you, Quinn.”
She turns at that, her eyes locking with mine, searching, staring, almost like she’s looking right inside my head and seeing every single thing I’m thinking about right now.
How much I want her.
Want to taste her, fuck her, mark her.
How I want to know what she looks like when I make her come.
How she sounds and how she feels, clenching around me.
And most of all, how I never think like this. How she’s the first woman I’ve ever met to drive me this spectacularly crazy without even touching me.
Her eyes suddenly drop to my mouth, and in an instant, all I can think about is kissing her. Of pulling that bottom lip of hers between my teeth as I kiss her and kiss her and kiss her until she is begging me not to stop.
“Anything else, Kai?”
The sound of Helen, our server and a chick I went to high school with, snaps me back to reality. And when I turn to her, she’s smiling at me, probably because she knows exactly what this is.
Me, a tourist and quick fuck.
“Ah, yeah, I think we’re good, right, Quinn?” I ask, turning back to her.
