When she notices I’m not joining in, she bumps her hip against mine. “What’s wrong? Surely you didn’t use upallof your stamina on the field today.”
A husky laugh sounds from my right. “Only one way to find out.”
Quinn.
Before I can say a word, she steps forward, slips an arm around my neck and pulls me in close, lowering my mouth to hers. Our eyes meet, and with a boldness I didn’t know she possessed, Quinn crushes her lips to mine.
The kiss is rough and demanding, all the things Quinn isn’t.
It’s fucking hot.
Her tongue glides along the seam of my mouth, coaxing my lips apart, and my resolve wavers.
Rules are meant to be broken.
Not my rules.
I should—
Quinn’s tongue plunges into my mouth, incinerating what’s left of my self-control with quick, sure strokes, her tongue caressing mine in a way that sends a bolt of white-hot lightning straight to my cock.
She tastes good.
Sweet, like strawberries.
Smells good too. Like flowers and sunshine and happy shit. I can’t get enough of it. Can’t get enough of her.
Noah’s going to kick your ass.
He can try.
Not the point, asshole.
The hell? Two seconds ago, my inner voice was all about breaking the rules.
What is even happening right now?
Good fucking question.
Quinn tangles her fingers in my hair, nails scraping seductively against my scalp as she pulls me closer. Her tongue makes another aggressive sweep of my mouth, and just like that, she releases me.
The taste of summer lingers on my lips, the only proof Quinn’s kiss wasn’t a drunken hallucination.
A smug grin tugs at the corners of her mouth as she turns to Zoe. “Hello, there.”
Shiiit.
“Wow.” Zoe’s cherry red lips pucker in distaste. “Just… Wow.”
I should probably say something—do something—but my brain is on a thirty second delay. And if I’m being honest, I’m holding out for the instant replay. The one where Quinn’s soft lips are pressed to mine, her hot, wet mouth taking without hesitation. Without restraint.
“What can I say?” Quinn cocks a hip, and—Fuck. Is that satisfaction lighting her eyes? “I’m a bold one.”
“You’re something alright.” Zoe gives me a tight smile and turns on her heel, stalking back to the Tri Delts.
The blood flow slowly returns to the big head, and warning bells clang in my thick skull.
Quinn’s up to something. It’s not the first time my lips have been ambushed by a beautiful woman, but Quinn’s not exactly a card-carrying member of the Cooper DeLaurentis fan club. And she knows I won’t help with this messed up sex quest.
