It’s Quinn herself.
The snarky, quick-witted, strong-willed woman who doesn’t back down. Who gives as good as she gets and always brings a smile to my face. Who, despite all odds, has become a friend.
I definitely didn’t see that coming.
“You can have any woman you want,” Quinn says slowly, as if voicing her thoughts. “But you’re here with me. You booked this room. Brought a bottle of wine. Blew off a hard-won homecoming celebration.” She pauses, biting her lower lip. The naked vulnerability nearly does me in. “You’re actually taking this seriously.”
“Yes.” For her.
To help her.
“If we do this,” she says. “We’re in agreement that it’s a onetime thing, no strings attached?”
I nod, not daring to speak.
She narrows her eyes. “And we never speak of it again?”
The corner of my mouth twitches, but I nod again. She doesn’t have to worry about me talking. After all, I’m the one breaking all the rules here.
Shit. I can’t believe I’m going to have sex with Noah’s little sister.
Noah’s little sister who also happens to be a virgin.
This literally breaks every rule I’ve set for myself since arriving at Waverly. Since determining I need to keep my head down, my nose clean, and my eye on the prize.
It’s just one night.
One night with Quinn isn’t going to screw up my dreams of becoming a first-round draft pick. I can handle this. I’m Cooper-fucking-DeLaurentis.
Quinn takes a long drink of her wine before continuing. “You realize there’s like a ninety percent chance something will go wrong, right?”
I grin and wink at her. “Never tell me the odds.”
“Okay.” She gives a firm nod—ignoring my killer Star Wars reference—and for a second, I’m not sure which of us she’s trying to convince. “Let’s do this.”
Quinn sits her wine on the dresser and reaches around to unzip her dress.
“Whoa.” I’m across the room in a few long strides, hands gripping her wrists and locking them in place. “What’s the hurry? We have all night.”
“All night?” she echoes, voice unsteady.
“I’m going to do this right, Quinn.” I trail a finger down her bare arm as I look her over, taking in the thin satin dress and sky-high heels. “You deserve a man who will worship your body and make you writhe with ecstasy. A man who will wring every last drop of pleasure from that sweet little virgin pussy.”
She gasps and a slow flush spreads over her cheeks and down her neck.
“Would you like that?”
She nods, her clear green eyes locked on mine.
It’s not enough. Consent matters, especially when you’re a high-profile athlete.
“I need to hear you say it, sweetheart.”
Her breath hitches and before she can respond, I brush my lips against hers. The kiss is light and tender, completely at odds with the filthy words that just came out of my mouth.
It’s erotic as hell.
“Tell me you want this as badly as I do,” I murmur, voice husky as I release her wrists and slip an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. She’s soft and warm and her body melts against mine as I trail open-mouthed kisses across her chin and down the column of her neck, twisting my free hand in her hair.
