“Yeah, yeah. I’ll hurry.” I push off the wall and head to the house, Tripp hot on my heels as Wes climbs into his old pickup.
Tripp’s fingers wrap around my wrist just as I reach the doorway, pulling me to a stop. He glances down the drive, making sure Wes’ truck is out of sight before stepping in close.
“You really were amazing today,” he murmurs, curling a finger through my belt loop and tugging me into him.
I exhale a soft laugh. “It was nothing. Just doing my job.”
He shakes his head slowly. “It was sexy as hell watching you work, seeing you so confident and capable.”
“Oh, yeah?”
He nods, eyes darkening as he backs me into the doorframe. One hand braces above my head while the other lingers at my hip, caging me in place as we stand nose to nose. “Hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
My gaze collides with his, and he smirks at me, like he knows having him this close has my heart rioting in my chest and my stomach so full of butterflies I might burst.
His other hand slips into my hair, anchoring me gently as he leans in. “I’ve been dyin’ to kiss you all damn day, but your brother was always there.”
“What’s stopping you now, Casanova?”
His lips hover over mine, stoking the anticipation until it’s crackling beneath my skin. Then he finally kisses me—slow and languid—like we have all the time in the world. It’s tender and unhurried and makes my thoughts scatter.
The sweat, the dirt, Wes and Sawyer waiting for us—it all falls away. None of it matters when he's kissing me like this.
I melt into him, arching for more. My fingers slide under his shirt and tease the waistband of his jeans. His warm breath ghosts over my lips in a shaky exhale.
He deepens the kiss, his mouth slanting over mine with more urgency. Despite the damp chill in the air, I’m on fire with his body flush against mine.
His hands grip my ass, and he lifts me effortlessly as I wrap my legs around his hips. My back scrapes against the doorframe as he grinds against me, pleasure shooting through me.
He swallows the low moan that tears from my throat when I feel the hard, hot press of him against my center.
“Oh God, Tripp.”
He smiles against my mouth. “I told myself I was just gonna kiss you.” He rolls his hips once more, my breath catching in my throat. “But you want me to make you come again, don’t you?”
“Mm-hmm.”
His fingers dig into my ass as he rocks into me again with his denim-clad length pressing right where I’m hot and wet and aching.
“The problem is, Quinnie,” he murmurs, voice all gravel and sin, “we don’t have time.” He sets me on my feet. “Because your brother and Sawyer are waiting for us back at the house.”
I whimper, my heart still thundering in my chest.
“And we both still need to shower.”
The lust-filled haze lifts slightly. How long have we spent kissing on the porch?
I drop my head back to the doorframe, catching my breath. My legs are shaky, and I’m pretty sure the only thing keeping me upright are his firm hands still on my hips.
“Shit,” I rasp.
He chuckles again, low and dark. “I wouldn’t have guessed I’d be the responsible one in this pairing.”
“I can’t help it. You turn me back into a hormone-driven teenager.”
It’s insane that one kiss from Tripp Matthews can make every single thought in my head disappear. Poof. Like magic.
“I made you come once, and now you’ve got a one-track mind.”
