Page 5 of My Heart to Keep
My arms went around her waist as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Then my hands roamed freely up and down her back, butt, and everywhere.
She moaned as she crashed her mouth to mine, her tongue begging for entrance.
Who was I to say no? But I detected a hint of alcohol on her. “Quinn?”
“Hush,” she said in a breathy tone before her tongue snaked into my mouth.
“Have you been drinking?”
She peppered kisses along my neck. “A little.”
“Whoa! Since when do you drink?”
Flattening her hands on my chest, she pushed and rolled her eyes. “I had two shots. We’re seniors. It’s time to let loose, Maiken. I’m not drunk. And I’m not about to do anything stupid. I’m not Marcus.” She slurred most of the words.
I froze, not at the mention of my brother but because of her snippy attitude. I was finding that drunk people did and said stupid things.
She pouted. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.”
“It’s not about Marcus. I’m shocked you even tried liquor. What’s gotten into you?” I had no idea if she was the same shy girl I’d met two years ago. Actually, that wasn’t true. She wasn’t. She had come out of her shell in the last year or so, and I hadn’t complained until now.
She slipped her hand in between us and latched onto my belt. “Don’t be a party pooper.”
I arched a brow. “Me? You were the one worried about Marcus drinking.”
She slid her hand down to my very hard erection. “Ooh. What’s this?”
Every muscle in my body tensed.
Her big amber eyes popped. “You’re hard.” She squeezed my dick, a move she’d done a few times during our make-out sessions.
My eyes rolled back in my head. “Quinn.”
“Hush.” She proceeded to unbuckle my belt.
My brain said to stop her, but my body protested. “What are you doing?”
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. Her attention was completely absorbed in unbuttoning my jeans.
Get her to stop. This isn’t the place for sex. Plus, she’s not herself.
She unzipped my jeans, and before I could take a breath, her small hand was inside my underwear.
Holy hell.
She started to crouch down.
“Quinn,” my voice squeaked.
“Let me,” she moaned, a sound that drove me insane.
Reluctantly, I grabbed her shoulders. “I want you more than anything, but not like this.”
She continued to plow forward.
“Quinn,” I said again. “Someone is going to see us.” I was a terrible boyfriend for not pushing her harder to stop. All I could think about was her father catching us in the act.
She stroked.
