Quinn’s kisses were like everything else about him. Slow, dirty, and really,reallyfun.
When was the last time she’d had a first kiss like this? Maybe never. Her heart pounded in her chest as he stroked her face with his fingertips and slower-than-slowly found his way underherskin.
His lips caressed hers, back and forth, then a little harder, easing hers apart just enough for his tongue to slide against her skin. A taste. A tease. When she sighed, he did it again, and this time her tongue darted out to meet his. As soon as she did that, he fisted his hand in her hair, holding her into his kiss as he slide his tongue against hers. More than a taste now, more than a tease. Still slow, and definitely dirty, but serious. A kiss that meant business. A kiss that promised a hard, dirty fuck, and didn’t that just make her head spin, because she was one that was supposed to fuckhisbrainsout.
She was supposed to kiss himsilly.
Blood pounded in her ears as she warred inside her head, because this felt good. This felt right. And all the things she was supposed to do—have a career in the army, be a hard-as-nails top, take charge and enforce boundaries because behind them she was safe—all of that went out the window as soon as Quinnkissedher.
Well, the career shit had gone out the window before the kiss, but there was something about the way that Quinn consumed her that made her think about it now in adifferentway.
He tugged on her hair. Gently, just a wee bit of communication.Hey, lady, pay attention to me fucking your mouth. Right. She sighed and smiled against his lips as hepulledback.
Instead of reprimanding her, because that wouldn’t go over well and he clearly knew that, he just nuzzled his lips against her cheek, murmuring a nothing string of sounds that made her wet between the legs. Then he traced the corner of her mouth with the tip of his tongue before whispering, “you gonna let go of thewheel?”
She laughed against his mouth and threw both arms around his neck. “There.Better?”
“Much.”
This time, she kissed him as much as he kissed her, and they slowly spun around in a circle. Even though he was significantly bigger than her, Quinn was pretty easy to move around, and when she pressed his back against the wheel, he spread his legs wide and let her have at him. Running her hands over his torso, she kissed his jaw, his neck, enjoying the way his throat worked under her lips. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck again and climbed him likeatree.
Laughing, he palmed her ass and nipped at her lips, his teeth scraping her in a way she usually liked to deliver but from Quinn,verymuch liked toreceive.
“Again,” shebreathed.
He dragged his open mouth downherneck.
“Quinn…”
“Yes,” he growled. “Saymyname.”
She did, over and over again until she was quite certain someone else had taken over her body. Responding to teeth and growls and fingerprints so tight on her ass she’d probably have bruises in the morning? Who was this pliant hussy and what had she done with LeahSaunders?
She couldn’t quite bring herself to care as Quinn’s questing fingers moved up herribcage.
He, however, seemed to remember that this wasn’t exactly the plan. He stopped, although his heavy breathing assured her he was similarly affected. With a gruff crack to his voice, he fixed his gaze on her. “Dinner?”
She blinked at him. It took a few beats to remember that she’d offered him food. She exhaled roughly. “Yes.” Twisting around to look in all directions, she gestured toward the aft deck beyond the cockpit. “There?”
“I’ll get thebasket.”
She dug out a soft blanket from under the bench cushion and stretched it out, then turned on two LED lanterns. They had a gorgeous view of the sun, now dipping low on thehorizon.
“Great view,” he said gruffly as he settled next to her. She leaned against his arm and nodded, her gaze still hanging on the brilliant orange and pink rays smeared across the sky. He kissed her temple. “And the sunset’snice,too.”
She blushed. “That’s asweetline.”
“Notaline.”
She glanced sideways and did a double-take when she realized he wasblushing,too.
He gave her a rueful grin. “If I’m gonna serve you up a line, it’ll be dirty. Like,great view. Be even better if those rays were painting your nakedflesh.”
“That could bearranged.”
“Now?”
“What aboutdinner?”
“Ah.” He paused a beat. “Although I’m only hungryforyou.”
She tipped her head back and laughed. “Now that’s a solidlydirtyline.”
“Diditwork?”
She took a deep breath and stroked her hands over the floaty fabric of her sundress, thennodded.
