This makes me laugh. “Seriously?” I ask, tucking some hair behind her ear. “My youth?”
Quinn rolls her eyes, but it’s playful and fun as she says, “Okay, whatever, but I mean, how long is this dating each other and holding out thing gonna last?”
A loud laugh bursts out of me as my other hand moves to her ass, grinding her against me and the obvious hard-on I seem to permanently sport around her. Who would have thought it would be Quinn pushing for us to sleep together and not me?
“Frustrated?” I tease.
She wriggles her hips, teasing me. “What do you think?”
I close the distance, kissing her again. “I think that maybe the whole foreplay thing is fun,” I whisper.
“You’ve never done foreplay?” she asks.
“Oh, I do foreplay,” I tell her. “But never like this.”
Quinn narrows her eyes, and I can’t help but laugh at her obvious frustration and annoyance with me. And as much as I would fucking love to pull her bikini bottoms off and fuck her right here and right now, I’m not going to.
I want this, but I want it in the right way. A way that’s different from every other time for me.
“So like when, then?”
“Don’t you have a birthday coming up?” I tease.
She blinks at me. “What, it’s like a birthday present?”
I laugh again, shaking my head as I say, “No, I’m changing the subject, babe, because I have some ideas for your birthday, so?—”
“But—”
I cut off her question with another kiss. “We’ll get there, Quinn,” I whisper against her lips. “I promise, okay?”
“Okay,” she breathes out, even as she shifts her hips against mine.
Swallowing the groan, I say, “So, your birthday.”
“So, you’re really into this chick, huh?”
I glance over at Eli, who’s carrying a cooler full of ice and beers onto the deck. “Dude, do you have to show off like that?” I ask as he puts it down, not even out of breath.
Straightening, he shoots me a grin. “Don’t know what you’re talking about, and you’re avoiding my question.”
I roll my eyes at him as I head back inside to grab plates and shit. “Don’t know what you’re talking about,” I repeat back to him.
“Bullshit,” Eli scoffs, following me inside. “I have lost my wingman, haven’t I?”
I grab the plates and cutlery from the counter, handing them to my roommate before I walk over to the fridge to grab snacks and salads and meat.
“Kai?” Eli prompts when it’s clear I’m stalling.
I blow out a breath. “Yeah, you have,” I admit, finally meeting his gaze.
Eli’s grin widens as he nods once and then turns and walks back outside. I follow after him, confused.
“Wait, so that’s it?” I stupidly ask, regretting my question the second he turns and looks at me, a huge-ass grin on his face.
It’s been a couple of days since I took Quinn out on the boat, and honestly, it’s been some of the best days of my life.
Whenever we aren’t working, we’re together, hanging out and getting to know each other. We’ve been making out a lot too, dry humping like we’re in high school, Quinn trying like hell to push things further. It takes every ounce of self-control I have to push back. Not because I don’t want her—jesus, I fucking want her—but because I want to do this right.
