He was panting by the time he kissed his way back to her mouth.He plunged his tongue in deep, letting her know what he wanted, and then slowly drew back.“I’m in agony,” he said, gasping.“We need a decision, here.Either unzip my jeans or button your blouse.”
She cradled his face in her hands.“I’m in agony, too.”
His smile looked strained.“Yeah, but you weren’t bouncing on a horse for an hour this morning.”
“Oh!Poor Quinn.”
“Poor Quinn is right.”He slid his hands under her bottom and fit his erection tight against her.“I’m being tortured here, Jo.”
“Oh, Quinn.”She pressed closer.
He pushed back with a groan.With a whirr and click the VCR reversed direction.
She rocked against him and closed her eyes.Whirr, click.“I don’t know if?—”
“I know I’ll be permanently impaired in another minute.God, Jo.”He shoved harder.Another click from the remote was followed by a loud snap and a frantic spinning noise from the VCR.
Quinn turned his head toward the television.“What the hell?”
Jo stared at the snow on the screen.“I think we killed the movie.”
“We didn’t touch it!”
“But we bounced on the remote, Quinn.We pushed its little buttons, back and forth, back and forth, until snap!It came apart.”
He gazed at her.“You are certainly pushing mine back and forth, back and forth, Josephine, and I am definitely ready to come apart.”
She didn’t let many people call her that, but she had a feeling Quinn had become one of the select few.“I’m getting scared, Quinn.This has the potential to be bigger than both of us.”
“That’s what the bulge in my jeans feels like.”
“Do you want some ice?”
“No.”He looked at her with frank admiration.“I want you.I want to take off your jeans, undo mine and finish what we started.”
Her heart hammered as she pictured them doing exactly that.“I want you, too.So, I guess there’s only one solution.”
His hand went to the buckle of his belt.“Live for today and to hell with tomorrow?’he suggested hopefully.
“No.I’ll tell Dick and Mr.Doobie that you’re not really Brian Hastings.I’ll say we were playing a practical joke and they should forget the whole thing.”
He sighed and took his hand away from his belt buckle.“Nope.Absolutely not.Those two would never let you forget it.Doobie would probably foreclose on this ranch immediately, and Dick would snap it up so he could have Ugly Bug Creek.”Looking very much in pain, he eased slowly to the end of the couch.
“Quinn, I’m sorry.”She pulled her blouse together, not wanting to make his condition worse.Or hers.But his sounded more critical.
“No, you’re right,” he said.“It’s either tell everybody the truth or stop fooling around.”He sat on the end of the couch and rested her booted feet on his knees.“Be careful with your feet.One of these pointed toes in the wrong place would probably kill me.”
“Maybe I could find you some sweats.That would give you more room.”
“And maybe I should just stay away from you and Brian Hastings movies.Can we replace the tape?”
“We could have bought a new one at the video store yesterday, no problem.Today, big problem.I’ll bet now that the word’s out on you, there’s not a Brian Hastings movie for sale in the entire town of Ugly Bug.”
He shifted position and winced.“Then I’ll just call my PA and ask her to overnight a copy of the tape.”
“That would be wonderful.”
“Yeah, I can autograph it for Emmy Lou.”
