Quinn eventually settles on a small SUV, Flynn negotiating her a good price as he checks out every single part of the car, Alana letting him know just how much watching him is turning her on.
After we’re done, we drop them back off at home, and I watch as they disappear inside, once again all over each other.
No guesses for what they’re heading inside to do.
“You want to do anything else today?” I ask, pulling back out onto the road. “Need to go anywhere?”
“Nope, I’m good,” she says.
I nod, heading toward her rental, which is just down the road from the shop. I pull into the long drive, the sound of gravel crunching under the tires.
This place is truly hideous, but it’s also got huge amounts of potential. There’s just so much land out here, and as I pull to a stop in front of her house, I can’t help scanning the area, thinking about all the possibilities for this place if I were to own it.
It wouldn’t be to build a hotel either, like these fucking developers who went after The Pipe Dream want to do. They might claim it’s going to be small and boutique and just what the island needs, but we all know that’s bullshit.
The plans they had for the land The Pipe Dream was on were public knowledge, and it was a huge five-hundred-room hotel with two pools and four restaurants. Exactly what this island doesn’t need.
Besides, Owen’s family are the people who know what the island needs and wants, their hotels both tasteful and respectful of the island and its people. It’s why so many people stay there, why so many locals recommend it or work there. Because they treat this land and its people like ohana.
“You want to come in?” Quinn asks.
I kill the engine. “Yeah, sure,” I reply, wanting to do a whole lot of things right now.
We walk in silence up to the front door, the air surrounding us almost electrified, as a strange but intoxicating tension pulls at us. Now that we’re dating, my want for Quinn has only intensified. And while normally I’d be all over it, trying anything to get her into bed, that’s not what I’m doing this time.
Even if fucking her is all I can think about.
I watch as Quinn fumbles with her key in the lock, swearing a little as she finally slides it in. Before she can unlock the door, though, my hands find her hips, spinning her so she’s backed up against the door. I step closer, my body pressing against hers as my hands move to her jaw.
“Fuck, you are beautiful,” I whisper before kissing her hard and deep.
Quinn lets out a soft moan, her lips parting as my tongue finds hers in a slow, sexy-as-hell kiss that is far different from the quick, almost innocent kisses we’ve shared before this.
“Kai,” she murmurs, her hands fisting the front of my T-shirt.
I smile against her mouth as mine trails a series of kisses along her jaw to her ear. “I wanna fuck you so bad, Quinn,” I whisper.
This earns me another moan as she pulls me closer, my hips pressing against hers, my hard-on obvious. I chuckle, nipping at her earlobe before tracing my tongue along the shell of her ear.
“We’ll get there, babe,” I tell her, kissing behind her ear. “But not today.”
She huffs out an annoyed breath, her head falling back against the door with a soft thud as she looks up at me, her lips swollen and her eyes hazy with lust. “What, why not?”
Chuckling, I slide my hands slowly down her sides, past her hips to her thighs, my fingers gripping the fabric of her dress. I lift it slightly, teasing her a little as I press my hips even harder to hers, letting her know exactly what this is doing to me.
“We’re dating, remember?” I say with a smile. “We’ve only had one date.”
“So?”
“So, you don’t sleep with someone on the first date,” I tell her.
Quinn narrows her eyes at me. “Wasn’t breakfast our second date?”
I laugh at this, leaning in to kiss her again. “Maybe,” I tell her, my gaze finding hers. “But I wanna do this right, Quinn. You’re not just a hook-up for me, remember?”
She releases my T-shirt, sliding her hands up my chest to the back of my neck. “You’re not just a hook-up for me either,” she says.
“Good,” I tell her, pulling her by the hips to one of the old wooden chairs on the front porch. I sit, taking her with me so she’s in my lap as I say, “So how ‘bout we just make out for a while?”
