“What makes yousaythat?”
She moved closer. “I’m sure I’m notyourtype.”
But the way her eyes sparkled with a cocky know-it-all-ness totally did it for him, so he doubted that very much. “You don’t know that. I’m a pretty easy-goingguy.”
“That wasn’t my experience of you.” She licked her lips. “And I asked aroundaboutyou.”
He jerked back in surprise. The military wasn’t that small a world. “You did?” And then it dawned on him. “Wait. That means you were thinking about me.” He grinned again. “That’sgood.”
She snorted. “Yeah. Sure. Except for the part where I heard about what you like, and where I know that I’m not it.Getit?”
Nope, he didn’t get it. “Then you’ve heardwrong.”
“I trust my sources. You’ve got specific preferences.” She lifted her chin, urging him toquestionher.
She wasn’t wrong on that score, and his brain was whirring. But he didn’t argue the point, or ask for more information. Instead, he waited her out. Let her turn around. Checked out the sweet bounce of her ass in that pale pink bikini as she strode away. But he didn’t let her get too far before raising his voice. “So that must mean you’re in thescene.”
Bingo. Her lush, curvy bodyfroze.
He strode closer, his dick pulsing with anticipation. Leah on her knees for him. Spread open, pink and glistening.Begginghim...
“The only place you’d hear about me in the pacific northwest is at a club, or maybe online in a private loop. From someone who trusts you with the fact that they’re kinky, and so am I. So is that it, babe? You have akinkyside?”
She glanced back at him over her shoulder and smirked. “Maybe.”
Well, hot damn. He’d been expecting a stammering excuse. This was evenbetter.
“But I’m not interested anyway,” she continued smoothly. “Your kink isn’t my kink.” She gave him a sweet smile. “Andthat’sokay.”
Oh no she didn’t. “You have no idea what mykinkis.”
She arched one eyebrow, her lips curving and plumping as she gave him a silent “Oh?” Inresponse.
The truth was, Quinn just liked to fuck. Hard, fast, slow, sweet, tied-up or in a group...he loved it all. The smell of sex got him going. The sounds. Grunting and panting. The slap of skinagainstskin.
If she had more specific preferences inside that, he was game. “My hard limits are breath play, fire, and I don’t like anything bigger than a finger upmyass.”
Surprise burst across her face like an early summer sun. Bright and warm. “That so?” She murmured, throwing his flippant phrase back at him. “Because I like testing limits like that. And I prefer something bigger than a finger…although I’m willing to startthere.”
Oh shit. “You’reatop.”
“Fraid so,hotshot.”
She gave him a more friendly smile than before and turnedagain.
Something achy and tender twisted inside Quinn’sbelly.Wait.
“Tell me more,” he heard himselfcallout.
She just shook her head and keptwalking.
* * *
Leah stayed awayfrom Quinn for twenty-one hours, and felt good about that decision for twenty of them. But after breakfast the next day, doubt started to twist inhergut.
She’d been really flippant. Bordering on rude, really, especially because while yeah, she’d heard some things, it wasn’t strictly speaking true that what she knew of his preferences didn’t necessarily jive withherown.
Sex was sex. She didn’t have hard and fast rulesaboutit.
