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She threw her arms out in a jerky motion, the shoes almost hitting him in the chest. “I don’t want to be myself anymore! Don’t you get it? That’s what this is about!”
“I get it.” The air of fragility burned off in her frustration, but Quinn’s need to touch her remained. He tucked the book into his coat pocket and reached for her arm to pull her closer. “But I want to do this withyou,because of you. If you’re looking to find a new side of yourself, I’m fine with that. But I don’t want you to play at being someone else.”
Her chin jutted out. “What if that someone else is wearing a cheerleading uniform?”
“Well…All right then, we could talk about that.”
She laughed, a choked sound of relief that faded away when he pulled her gently forward, not stopping until he could feel the heat of her body a hairbreadth from his.
He brushed his hand over one of her curls, letting it insinuate itself between his fingers. “I’ve never touched your hair before.”
Her eyelids fluttered. “Sure you have. That time you attacked me with a hat.”
“Not like this. Not real touching. It’s very soft. And I think it likes me.”
“It likes everything, including twigs and bushes. I wouldn’t feel too flattered if I were you.”
When he trailed his thumb down her temple, the sardonic smile fell away and she actually shivered. Her eyes closed. Quinn felt flattered despite her warning.
“Lori.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers for a brief, gentle kiss.
“Mmm?”
Her face tilted up, inviting him to kiss her again, so he did. How could he not? And though he kept it just as soft as the first, his nerves stirred when her sigh swept over his mouth. His heart beat harder. He’d been about to say something. Something important…
Right. “Lori, we’re not going to have sex tonight.”
“Hmm?” When she leaned a little closer, her breasts brushed the cotton of his shirt.
That seemed like a sad place to stop, so Quinn closed the last half inch between them and felt her small, strong body press against his for the first time. Electricity swirled through him like floating threads of pure heat. Imminent sex or not, there was no reason not to touch her.
So he kissed her again, a real kiss this time, a kiss that asked her to open her mouth and let him in. She did.
He’d never thought about what Lori Love might taste like, so he didn’t know why he felt surprised. But he was shocked at the rightness of her, sweet and sexual on his tongue, the most feminine thing he’d ever tasted.
Quinn didn’t bother resisting the urge to have more of her. Moving slowly forward, he backed her out of the light and up against the side of the car. When he pressed his hips against her and deepened the kiss, Lori gasped. Her hands clutched at his waist, and she tugged him closer, harder. Her tongue slid over his, more urgent and needy as each second passed, until the logical thing to do became obvious.
Quinn dropped her purse and lifted Lori onto the hood of the car. He fit himself between her legs, and pulled her snug against his growing erection.
Oh, Christ, that felt good. Lori seemed to think so, too, if he was reading her little whimper correctly, but he wasn’t thinking straight, so maybe it wasn’t—
She thrust her hands beneath his jacket, tugged up his shirt and stroked her palms up his back. Yes, definitely good.
Her tongue sliding over his, her breath hitching, her sex pressing the perfect pressure against his dick…It was all sublime. Beautiful. He sucked gently at her bottom lip, memorizing the texture before he kissed his way over to the sweet curve of her neck.
Lord, she tasted good. Clean and simple, no scent except her skin. Her breath was a rushing beneath his mouth, so loud he could feel it as he sucked and kissed.
“Oh,” she gasped. “I don’t—”
She broke into silence when he rocked against her sex. He wanted her to feel how hard he was, needed her to know what she did to him. Her muscles jerked when he nipped beneath her ear.
“Quinn! I don’t think…Oh, God, that feels good.”
He dragged his mouth all the way down her neck to press his teeth to her collarbone.
“Oh! We need to go somewhere. Not here. We need…” Her body stiffened enough that even in his haze of pleasure, Quinn registered it. “Wait, what did you say?” she asked.
He shook his head. He’d been too busy relishing the texture of her skin against his tongue to say a word. Raising a hand, he cupped the soft mound of her breast, then licked up her neck to her jawline.
