I grinned against hisforehead, pressing a kiss there. “Mmm,” I agreed. “I’ll have to move it away from thewall. So you can have your own side. It’s not like this.”
“Good,” Quinn said,squeezing my hand. “I never wanted this. AllIever wanted wasa quiet life doing what I love. And I have some savings, and I can get a jobdoing…I dunno, something. There are restaurants in Sacramento, right?”
“There are,” I agreed. “Ithink I can afford to feed you for a while, though. You’re very small. I’d sayyou could come work for me, but…”
“But I’d make a terriblebodyguard and an even worse detective,” he said. “I could learn to cook.”
I chuckled. “You could. And Icould learn to make a pancake without burning it. We could make a lifetogether.”
“Could we?” Quinn asked,looking up at my face with his gorgeous, soulful eyes, full of hope anduncertainty.
“Yeah,” I said, my voicebreaking with the sudden swell of emotion in my chest.
This was what people spenttheir whole lives looking for, wasn’t it? Someone they’d care about like this.
I wanted to see Quinn happy.Genuinely happy, all the time.
And now I had a chance.
“Yeah, I think we could,” Isaid. “If you’re willing to take a risk.”
Quinn hummed, resting hishead against my shoulder again. “I think I am.”
***
I’d barely gotten the door tomy apartment shut before Quinn pounced on me. Arms around my neck, legs wrappedaround my waist, the force pushing me against the wall. His hand came up toprotect the tender lump on the back of my head, a tender gesture that made myinsides flutter.
We hadn’t had any timeto ourselves since the fallout with Vincent.
Quinn’s contract hadbeen torn up after all, but he’d grinned the whole way through it and kissed mein front of John the moment he was free.
I wasn’t sure John wasever going to recover from the shock.
“S’pose there’s no pointasking you if you need a nap,” I said, sliding my hands under his thighs tosupport his weight.
And grab a handful of hisdelightful backside.
“Oh, I do,” Quinn said,rubbing the tip of his nose against mine. “Right after I’ve ripped your clothesoff and touched every inch of you.”
Quinn was turning out tohave the sex drive of… well, of a twenty-three year old man who’d justdiscovered sex with other people.
Luckily, mine was about the same.
“How do you feel aboutgiving topping a try?” I asked. “Save me doing all the work.”
Quinn raised an eyebrow,lust flaring in his eyes as he met mine. “Really?”
“I’d never joke about athing like that.” I grinned at him, then pressed another kiss to hisirresistible lips. “No pressure.”
“Butwhy?” Quinn asked.
I shrugged. “I’m knackered, fora start. And it’s… well. It’s intimate, isn’t it? I want… I want to be close toyou. I want… an us.”
A soft smile spread overQuinn’sface. “You’re being all romantic about it,” he said. “I would’ve just saidbecause I like the way a cock feels in my ass and you’ve got one.”
“Well… that too,” Iadmitted, my cheeks heating just a tiny bit. It wasn’t easy to make me blush,but it’d been a long,longtime since I let myself be that vulnerablearound another person.
I could handle it withQuinn. He was…he was it.
