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There was an intensity in his misty gray eyes she hadn’t seen before, and her fingers ached with the need to touch him.
“Alex?”
She jerked, bringing her attention back to Roxie. She knew her face was flushed, but she somehow resisted the urge to fan herself.
She cleared her throat. “What was that again?”
“Tomorrow. That still works for you, right?”
She struggled to recall what Roxie had been talking about, but all thoughts evaporated as Quinn sauntered toward her, his smoldering eyes locked on hers.
“Sure. Tomorrow’s great.”
She tried to focus on Roxie. She really did. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t pry her eyes from Quinn.
“Roxie,” he said, his voice raspy, his gaze never wavering from hers. “I think I hear your landline ringing.”
Roxie mumbled a response, then bolted out the back door toward the guesthouse.
Before the door fully shut, Quinn snagged Alex by the waist and hauled her against his chest. His lips crashed down on hers, and fire rushed through her veins.
Closer. She needed to be closer.
In one fluid motion, he set her on the counter and stepped between her knees. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed every inch of her body flush against him. His hands ran reverently up her torso as his tongue explored her mouth. A soft moan escaped her lips when he caressed her breasts, and she sank her fingers into his hair.
Breathless, she pulled her head back and framed his face in her hands. “Wait, we can’t,” she said. “Roxie...”
Resting his forehead against hers, he shot her a sexy grin that went straight to her heart. And between her thighs. “Yeah, having her walk in on us going at it on the counter probably would be awkward, huh?” He kissed her softly on the nose before helping her down from the counter. Then he adjusted the obvious bulge straining his jeans.
She chuckled. “I think that’s a safe bet.”
Going on instinct, she rose to her tiptoes and dragged him back down, quickly kissing his lips.
Before her heels could return to the ground, he spun her so her back was to his chest. He held her in his warm embrace, and the rapid beating of his heart soothed her; she wasn’t alone in her feelings.
“Holy shit, woman.” His chest rumbled as if he was trying to hold in a laugh, then he exhaled loudly. “I think you may kill me.”
Roxie burst into the kitchen, her cordless phone in hand.
“Damn,” he muttered. “I knew I should have bolted the door.”
The other woman paused, head tilted to the side, and gave them an obvious once-over. A mischievous smile grew on her face. “All right, kiddies. Dinner is served.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
“Thanks for dinner, Roxie. That may go down as the best lasagna I’ve ever had.” Alex relaxed in her chair and sighed in contentment. “Don’t worry about cleaning up. I’ll take care of it.”
Roxie topped off her own glass of wine. “Oh, don’t worry there. I don’t clean.”
Quinn rose and began clearing the table. “She really doesn’t.”
“I’m a cooker, not a cleaner.” Roxie stood, glass in hand, and made a beeline for the back door. “Alex, I’ll see you tomorrow. And thanks again for agreeing to come in early. It’s our first big catering job, so I really appreciate you helping with the party. Night guys!”
As Roxie pulled the door firmly shut, Alex’s mouth dropped open. What had she agreed to?
Her eyes narrowed. She had a sneaking suspicion that she’d been outmaneuvered. Again.
“You’re helping Rox with Mayor Green’s party tomorrow?”
