Page 7 of Luca (Big Hot Alphas 3)

Honestly, though, I’d rather find out how sweetshetastes on my tongue.

“This has been a really fun,” Quinn says, nudging me gently. “I haven’t been to a fair since I was a kid.”

“Me either,” I say.

“The drive out here was really beautiful, too.” She sighs dreamily. “I’d love to live out in the country someday.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

In fact, it’s easy for me to imagine the two of us living out here together. Hell, I can even imagine us with a couple kids, a dog frolicking around…

I look over at Quinn and all her beautiful curves and feel a tug in my chest. When she catches me looking at her, she smiles sweetly, and the feeling in my chest grows even deeper.

“So what else do you have going on this weekend?” she asks.

“Well, aside from hanging out with my brother while he’s in town…just studying,” I say. “And then more studying. Got about half a textbook to get through.”

“Poor you.”

“Want to come over and help me study?”

She quirks an eyebrow at me. “I have a feeling I’d just be a distraction.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

She laughs. “Sorry. But I’m not going to be responsible for you failing your mid-term.”

“Fair enough,” I say.

A wisp of wind dislodges a strand of hair from behind Quinn’s ear. I reach up and tuck it back into place, my fingertips brushing the shell of her ear.

And the look she gives me after that…it’s one I can’t resist.

I slide my hand around the back of her neck and pull her toward me. When our lips meet, Quinn lets out the faintest moan into our kiss.

Fuck, I love that sound.

I draw her plump bottom lip between my own lips and suck on it, thinking of how I’d like to do the same thing to other parts of her body. Quinn lets out another little moan and my cock strains against my fly. When I slide my lips up, our parted mouths seal together, the wetness and heat unmistakably transporting us both to a place of paradise.

The kiss solidifies the feeling I’ve had since the day I met her: I need this woman in my life forever.

If I kiss her for much longer, though, my hard-on is going to bust through my pants. Gently, I pull back and drop my hand from the back of her neck, planting it on the grass.

“Huh,” says Quinn, looking dazed. “Great kisser, too.”

“You make it sound like you have a checklist.”

She smirks. “Just making an observation.”

“Yeah? What else have you observed?”

“Well…that you’re awfully sweet. And smart. And…you know. Just a bunch of good things.”

“Is ‘good husband material’ one of those things?” I ask.

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, Quinn’s expression changes, the corners of her mouth dropping and her brows furrowing.

Shit. Too much too soon, I guess.

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