“Did you mean to do that?”Quinn’s voice was strained.
“No!”Jo glanced at the remote and punched it, but her hand was shaking so much she kept missing the play button.
“Fast forward through that scene, dammit,” Quinn ordered tightly.
“I’m trying!”She stood and pointed the remote at the VCR while she stabbed at the buttons with trembling fingers.
“I’ll do it.”Quinn half rose from his seat and made a grab for the remote in her hand.
“I’ve got it!”She backed up and stumbled.The remote flew out of her hand and plopped between the cushions of the sofa.
“Oh, for crying out loud.”Breathing hard, Quinn dropped to one knee and started fumbling for the remote.
“I’ve got it, I’ve got it.”Jo sat on the sofa and shoved her hand in the space.
He pushed her hand aside.“Get out of there and let me.This cushion is the deepest—” The VCR clicked and whirred.
“You must have hit something.I think it’s rewinding!”
“We’re sure as hell not going to see that again!”
“Whoops, now it’s going forward.Whoops?—”
“Move your tush so I can reach under here and—damn, but leather is slippery.You paused the tape on purpose just when they were doing it, didn’t you?You’re just like those garden club ladies.”
“No, I swear!It was an accident!”
“Quit jiggling around.Okay, I’ve got it.”He leaned forward, and his cheek bumped her breast.
“Oh.”She couldn’t help it.She was on fire.
Quinn went very still.Slowly he lifted his head and looked into her eyes while the movie rewound behind him.“Don’t look at me like that,” he murmured.
“How?”She drifted closer to him as if pulled by an invisible string.
“Like you want me to rip your clothes off.”
“Oh.”She was breathing hard.“Okay, I won’t.”She closed her eyes.
“Dammit, that’s worse.Open your eyes.”
She did as he asked.
He groaned.“No help there.”
As her gaze shifted to his sensuous mouth, she couldn’t seem to help the downward tilt of her head, bringing her closer and closer.“It’s because of the movie.We’re just worked up because of the?—”
“Speak for yourself.”He cupped the back of her head and kissed her.
But she couldn’t speak for herself when he kissed her like that.She couldn’t even think for herself with her heart pounding so loud.Vaguely she heard a click and whirr as the movie surged to fast forward again.Quinn must have abandoned the remote, leaving it to fend for itself.As if she cared.
A girl couldn’t be worried about remote controls when being kissed by a man who knew how to use his tongue the way Quinn did.When he started unbuttoning her blouse she let him do it.She even helped with a button or two.When he fumbled with the front catch of her bra, she pushed his hand away and unhooked it herself.
After all, a man who could kiss like that would know what to do when presented with a woman’s aching, needy breasts.
Quinn knew.
Jo arched her back and moaned as he showed her the full extent of his knowledge.After stroking her for several delicious moments, he slid up on the sofa and leaned her back over the armrest.She’d never been caressed so fully or with such murmured appreciation.She barely noticed as the movie switched from rewind to fast forward with every abandoned movement she made.She began to respond in other ways, becoming very moist at the point where the denim seam of her jeans started to pinch.The tender spot cried out for his attention.
