Her perfume wafts over me as she walks in, a plastic container in her hand.
“Talk about a great view.”
Her eyes flit over to the skyline out the window.
“It’s why I wanted this place.”
Quinn spins on the spot. “So you could watch football games without having to actually go to the game?”
“Not quite.” I walk toward her and pull the container out of her hand. “I like the views of the city from up here.”
“It’s pretty great,” she says. “But too close to the main drag for me.”
“And here I thought—” Quinn’s brown eyes widen before I can finish my sentence. “And I’ve lost you.”
“She’s adorable, Jasper.”
She finds Zucchini on the couch, staring at her. Picking her up, Quinn rubs her face into my cat’s soft fur.
“Sounds like she likes you too.”
“You both have good taste then.”
“Can I kiss you?” I blurt out before I can stop myself.
Way to play it cool, you idiot.
Grabbing the front of my sweater, she pulls me close. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and fuck… I can’t believe the moment I’ve been dreaming about is finally here.
I want to savor it, but seeing in those eyes of hers how much she wants this? I close the distance.
I need to taste her. See how soft her lips are.
Capturing her bottom lip with my teeth, her quiet moan flows through me. Fuck. Sinking my hand into her hair, I tilt her head to a better angle, sealing my mouth over hers.
It’s heaven. I’ve never felt anything better in my entire life. The softest lips open as I slide my tongue along the seam.
She tastes even better. The slight taste of mint pulls me in as my tongue explores her mouth. Swallowing every gasp and moan as her body melds to mine.
I break the kiss long enough to pull her closer, but my feline friend breaks the mood. Zucchini hisses, jumping out of Quinn’s arms and running back to her cat tree.
“Sorry,” Quinn calls out to her.
“Maybe next time we shouldn’t smush her between us.”
Her lips are swollen.
Fisting her hands in my shirt, Quinn pulls me close, pressing her lips to my ear. A shudder racks my body, hardening my dick in my jeans.
“There will definitely be a next time, Jasper.” She steps out of my hold. “But first, dinner.”
A groan slips out. “I’m fine just making out tonight. I don’t need to eat.”
She throws a smile over her shoulder as she steps into the kitchen like she’s been here dozens of times. “You might not need to, but I do.”
“Right.” Adjusting myself, I head into the kitchen and set her container on the counter and open the fridge. “Are steaks okay? I guess I probably should have asked before you came over.”
