Page 89 of Fool for You
“Quinn,” he said just as breathlessly as I felt. “I’ve never…” He paused, running his hand up to my shoulder, tracing my jaw line as he lifted my face back up. “I’ve never felt this way before.” He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Tell me I’m not making this all up. Tell me this means more to you. Tell me this isn’t going to end when we get home tomorrow.”
“I’m pretty sure I called you my boyfriend in front of my mother.” I let out a soft chuckle, this time using my fingers to trace his jaw. I gripped his chin with my thumb and forefinger, pulling his lips back to mine. “You literally just took my breath away with the way you made me feel. This is so much more than I think either of us knows. This isn’t going to end. Like you said…we have more than tonight.”
I rolled, gently pushing him onto his back, crawling to lie on top of him once again. His heartbeat was quicker this time, and his eyes were filled with something other than patience. Heat flooded him, and I was there to feel it.
I kissed him, taking his hands in mine and guiding them to my waist, once again feeling the shivers as his palms found my skin. He took over, trailing his hands up my stomach, stopping only for a brief moment before he cupped my breast. I moaned into his mouth, pressing myself into his touch.
He dropped his head and heaved a sigh. “Quinn, I don’t want to rush you…”
“We don’t have to rush. I just want this Wyatt, nothing more. I want that breathless feeling again, and I want you to be the one to give it to me.” I kissed his chin, the words like a featherlight touch across my skin. “Will you please give me that?”
“As you wish.” Then he kissed me deeper, harder. His hands began to explore my body as he turned me on my back, his lips and fingers finding every sensitive area that even I didn’t know existed, giving me exactly what I asked for.
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Quinn’slaughechoedoffthe stable ceiling, and still after two weeks, I wasn’t used to that laugh belonging to me. I was, however, used to that laugh beingbecauseof me.
“Oh, hell.” Quinn’s laughter carried. “You’re going to need a shower.”
“Or a haircut,” I grumbled, stepping away from Hook in his stall. He shook his head in pride, giving me aha-ha, I did thatteenager vibe. I had just finished cleaning his stall, giving him a pristine place to call home, and the way he decided to thank mewas with a kiss…a very slobbery kiss that formed my hair into an alfalfa on top of my head. “He only managed this because he took my hat off.” I bent, yanking my Hartwell ballcap off the ground, shaking all the hay off.
Quinn rested her arms over the stall. “You know what would have stopped that?”
I lifted my gaze to her, knowing exactly what she was going to say.
“A cowboy hat,” we said in unison.
I raised a brow. Quinn tightened her lips into a line, and her expression gleamed.
“He wouldn’t take off the cowboy hat. He wouldn’t know where to grab.” She touched all around the brim of her hat, adjusting it on her head. Once every inch of the brim had been touched, she dropped her hands on her thighs. “Plus,” she continued as she opened Hook’s stall, “I love the way you look in that hat.”
I raised my chin. “Oh, really?” I reached for a towel, rubbing the top of my head to remove at least most of the horse slobber before shoving my ballcap back on, backwards of course.
“Mmhmm.” She dug in her pocket. “I even…” she mumbled as she unlocked her phone and started thumbing through the few pictures she had in her gallery. “Snuck this.”
Showing me her screen, I saw myself looking in the mirror at Boot Barn, the hat I had chosen that day perched on my head. For being a photo taken from a distance, in the middle of a store, it was a good shot. And it made me smile, knowing she snuck it even when she claimed she hated me.
“That’s cute,” I replied, keeping the heat from my cheeks. “Because I have this.” I unlocked my phone, not even needing to go to my gallery, just flashed her the lock screen. It was Quinn, on Hook, flying through the arena during a ride in Reno. Thebackground was blurry, but her, and the excitement on her face was clear as day.
“I’m your lock screen.” She pinched her brow, watching me through her lashes as her lips formed a tight smile. Her eyes were wide and wet.
“Who else would be my lock screen?” I curved my lips, shoving my phone back into my pocket as I leaned in to kiss her. She still tasted like honey. Still smelled like coconut. The two things I was finding myself completely addicted to.
Hook let out a loud huff behind me, his head bobbing just right to knock off Quinn’s hat.
“You little—” she grumbled, bending at the hip.
I reached up and scratched Hook’s ear, his entire head turning towards me, basically cuddling into me.
“No hat is safe.” I chuckled.
“He’s just jealous.” Quinn plopped her hat back on her head.
“Of me kissing you, or you kissing me?”
“Would you be surprised if it were both?” She tilted her head and squinted. “He took the moment away. I’m your lock screen, and he took the moment away.”
