“I think we should try again.” I glance around, making sure we don’t have an audience. “You know, sex.”
“Are you out of your mind?” She leans forward, the corners of her mouth dipping low. “Are you sure you don’t have a concussion? I knew I should’ve talked to the doctor myself.”
“I don’t have a concussion. I’m simply committed to finishing what I start.”
It’s one of the few good qualities my father instilled in me.
“No way.” She shakes her head vehemently. “I’ll find someone else.”
Like hell.
“This has already gone too far,” she adds, pointing to my stitches. “I will not be responsible for you getting hurt again. Or worse.”
I chuckle. “Or worse?”
“Who knows? Next time you could break a bone or your—” She blushes, her gaze dropping to my lap. “You know.”
“I can assure you my cock is just fine.”
Aside from being sexually frustrated.
I’ve spent the last two days fantasizing about Quinn’s lush little body, and I’m not too proud to admit I’ve jerked off more in the last forty-eight hours than I have in my entire college career.
“Good.” Quinn sniffs. “I suggest you keep your distance if you’d like to keep it in working order.”
I honestly can’t tell if she’s kidding or if she really thinks she might somehow break my dick.
Either way, I’m not so easily discouraged.
“Like I said. I always finish what I start.” I pause, pitching my voice low. “As long as you’re committed to this Virgin Quest, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Then I guess it’s a good thing it’s not up to you,” she retorts, matching my tone.
A slow grin spreads over my face and my cock twitches in anticipation. This is the sassy little spitfire I can’t get enough of, and if I have to fight dirty—just this once—so be it.
The music is loud and no one’s paying attention to us.
We’re in a corner booth, completely out of the way.
Practically invisible.
“Come on, Quinn. Just give me one more chance. The team has a bye this week and I can’t think of a more satisfying way to spend my Saturday night than licking that gorgeous little pussy of yours.” I lick my upper lip and she wriggles in her seat, no doubt remembering the feel of my tongue on her clit. “I can still taste you on my tongue. So sweet.”
I’m getting hard just thinking about it.
She nods slowly. “It was… nice.”
Nice?If she’s trying to insult me, it won’t work.
“Liar. We both know there was nothingniceabout the way you came on my tongue.”
Her cheeks flush and I’d lay odds I’m not the only one reliving Saturday night in my head.
“I don’t know.” She bites her lip, the tender flesh plumping around her teeth. “What if things go wrong again?”
“They won’t.” I won’t allow it. I’ll be better prepared this time. “I’ll take care of everything.”
Her features soften and the sight of all that vulnerability nearly does me in.
