Page 53 of Sin for You

“What he did, the shit he said, was about him, not you. Never you.”

She ducked her head again and pressed back in tight.

Quinn could be soft and quiet. She could also throw attitude, loved to tease me, and had a wicked sense of humor. I liked it all. Everything. But there was a reason I called her sweets. Not everyone saw that side of her, but I had the first time I’d met her. A little girl lost, vulnerable, trying so hard to take care of her father and brother. I’d wanted to protect her even then.

There was nothing but sweet coming from her at that moment, and it was…doing things to me. Things I didn’t know how to deal with.

“What are you thinking?” she said when she looked up at me again before pressing her thumb just above my nose between my brows. “You have this frown going on, your thinking frown.”

“My thinking frown?”

“Oh yes, you also have a pissed-off frown, a concerned frown, and my fave—a have-you-lost-your-damn-mind frown. Dane and I get that last one a lot.” She grinned. “The one you’re giving me now, it’s new. So what’s this one?”

I toyed with the ends of her dark hair. “It’s my I-really-want-to-fucking-kiss-you-again frown.”

Her lips parted, a little “oh” escaping. She shook her head. “Why would that make you frown?”

“You like to be touched, and I sure as fuck like touching you. Not sure after tonight I can restrict my touching and kissing…shit, getting you under me, to your bedroom.”

“No?”

“I need the rules again, sweets.”

“You think you’ll want to touch me and kiss me when we’re other places?”

No point in playing games, that’s not what we were doing here. “I know I will.”

She ran her hand down my chest and over my stomach, and my cock started getting hard again.

“Okay, well, I think if we’re alone and you’re feeling it, you should go with it.”

In other words, make sure to keep what we’re doing under wraps first. I already knew that, of course. I’d agreed to it, this wasn’t a real relationship, I didn’t get to claim her in public. And I was fine with that, I was. That wasn’t what this was about, but the caveman in me was struggling with the concept. Not letting every guy know she was off-limits.

I couldn’t tell her that, though, because I didn’t have a right to. So instead I went with it. I cupped the side of her face, leaned in, took her mouth, and kissed her for a long fucking time.

* * *

I woke to the sound of Quinn’s phone ringing—and her hands on my chest, struggling to get out from under me to answer it.

Shit.

Grunting, I rolled to the side and watched as she scrambled naked to the other side of the bed, all but diving on the thing. Her bare ass was all I could see of her. My brain was still half asleep, but my dick woke right the fuck up.

I listened to Quinn with half an ear. Lots of uh-huhs and mm-hmms.

Finally, she put down her phone and turned to me. “That was Mason—”

I bolt upright. How the hell could I forget about my best friend and the fact that he was in town—and I was in his sister’s bed after fucking her all night.

“Don’t panic,” she said.

I flopped back.

“He will be here in about five minutes, though.”

“Shit.” I sprang out of bed and started dressing. Quinn did the same beside me.

“Dane’s bringing him home.”