My forehead falls forward, connecting with hers, and her fingers go to my cheeks. We’re both still breathing heavily, chests rising and falling in tandem as we linger in the afterglow for a little longer.
“That was amazing.”
It wasn’t just amazing. It was everything. It was every bit as perfect as I thought it would be. And now I know I was right to put this moment off.
“Yeah,” I say breathlessly. “Amazing.”
We gather up the clothes on the ground—most of it Quinn’s. Once she puts herself back together, I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and cup her face like I’m studying the most exquisite piece of artwork I’ve ever seen. Like a complete sap. I can’t help it.
It’s like the axis my world has been spinning on suddenly shifted. I’m not revolving around the sun anymore—it’s her.She’smy sun. And now that I have her, I’m never going to want to let her go.
But Quinn Dawson is destined for greater things—bigger and better things than Cottonwood Creek. Than me.
And I can’t hold her back from the life she wants—the life she deserves.
So I kiss her again, cherishing this moment like it’s my last, because I know that it’s only a matter of time before she finds a new job and is gone again.
An Acquired Taste
Quinn
Marlowe
Did you find some humans to have fun with?
Possibly.
Oh, you totally did. Leave nothing out. I want all the dirty details.
I’m not detailing my sex life over text message
*gasp* You’re having sex? With who? Is it the hot cowboy who took you to supper?
Jesus, Marlowe.
That’s a yes. Sounds serious. I need to come meet him.
It’s not serious... he’s helping check things off my kinky bucket list.
I should be surprised that you have a list for that, but I’m not even a little bit.
Ishake the bottle, depositing Pops’ medication into his hand. He swallows it dry before shuffling slowly to the kitchen table. My little rendezvous with Tripp outside the barn has been running through my head for the last week.
That night had been the fastest I’d fallen asleep since I’d gotten here. I’m usually scrolling on my phone or running through all my to-do lists a million times before I finally crash. But after he’d fucked me against the barn, I’d slept like a baby.
The connection was mind-blowing. And already, I can feel my neat little compartmentalization quickly unraveling where he’s concerned. This feels like we’ve entered dangerous waters.
I have no idea how he understands exactly what my body wants—needs—so soon, but he’s quickly become an expert in me. Every touch, every word, every heated look is perfection. It's exactly what I’ve always wanted.
We’ve both been too busy to do more than sneak brief touches and kisses here and there, but I’m going stir crazy being stuck in the house with Pops at his most ill-tempered.
“What do you have for me this morning?” Pops asks.
I snort. I’m starting to wonder how he got by at all without me here to feed him three square meals a day. I’m sure there was a lot of canned soup and diner meals when Sawyer didn’t make him supper.
I set the short stack of blueberry lemon pancakes on his plate.
“Any bacon with that?”
