“Your mouth,” I say without a second thought.
He cocks his head to the side. “Where do you want my mouth?”
I remember exactly how his mouth had felt on mine back at the ranch—how he’d teased my nipple with his tongue and teeth last night in the hot tub. And I can imagine how good that five o’clock shadow will feel scraping against my thighs as he kisses his way to where I’m aching.
I smile. “Everywhere.”
He doesn’t waste any time. His lips crash into mine, and I open as he licks into my mouth. My fingers thread through his hair, and I swallow his low moan.
He’s everywhere. Just like I asked.
One hand grips my ass while the other roams up my shirt, callouses scraping across my bare breast.
“Jesus, Quinn,” he pants against my mouth. “You’re not wearing a bra?”
I breathe out a laugh. “I don’t need one. My boobs are tiny.”
He shakes his head. “They’re perfect.” He cups one in his palm, swiping his thumb across my nipple.
I shiver against him. “Oh God.”
He kisses me again—slower this time, deeper. It's enough to make my knees weak and pleasure slowly unfurl in my core. He pulls back just enough to speak against my lips.
“What else, honey?” he murmurs. “Tell me what you want.”
My pulse stutters as his gaze collides with mine. I know exactly what I want. I’ve been thinking about it,cravingit. But the words are stuck in my throat.
He kisses the corner of my jaw, soft and patient. "You can tell me.”
I close my eyes and force the words past my lips. “I don’t want it sweet and innocent,” I whisper. “I want it messy. Dirty.”
He stills—just for a beat—then lets out a low, guttural groan against my neck.
“Fuck, Quinn. You have no idea what hearing you say that does to me.”
Stick a Fork in Me
Tripp
My mind is racing with a million ideas of how I can make Quinn’s wish come true.
She wants it dirty. Well, that happens to be my specialty.
I snag the bottle of tequila from the kitchen island behind her and force myself to walk into the living room. She lets out a soft whimper when my body is no longer pressed against hers.
So needy. So fucking desperate.
And I love it.
I revel in the feeling of being so wanted.
“Come here and open that perfect mouth,” I say, taking a deep swigstraight from the bottle.
She trails after me, eyes on mine as she steps right in front of me and parts her lips. My hand cups her jaw as I lean in and spit the tequila into her mouth.
Dirty.
Messy.
