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Authors: Laura Iding
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Danny’s muteness.
“Would you care for dessert this evening?” the waiter asked, once he’d cleared away their empty dinner plates.
“No, thank you, I couldn’t possibly eat another bite,” she said with a satisfied smile.
“Coffee?” Quinn asked.
“Not for me. I’d like to sleep through the nighttonight, after being up most of the weekend,” Leila said with a wry grin. “But help yourself.”
“I’d better not. Danny likes to be up early.” Quinn glanced at the waiter. “I’ll take the check, please.”
The waiter slipped the bill to him as he finished clearing away their empty wineglasses. Leila wished she could pay for her part of the meal, but suspected Quinn would take offense. Since he’d dropped the heavy seduction act, she decided this was not the time to risk their fragile truce.
Once he’d finished paying for the meal, she stood. Quinn took her arm, leading her back through the crowded restaurant to the coat check. When they stepped outside, he clicked a button on his key fob, remotely starting his car.
“Wow, I need one of those,” she murmured.
He chuckled beside her as she gingerly made her way across the slick parking lot. Just as they reached his car, she slipped on an icy patch of snow. With quick reflexes, his arm tightened around her.
“I’m fine,” she started to say, but her sentence was cut short when Quinn caught her close and covered her mouth with his.
She put her hand up to push him away, but the heat of his mouth robbed her brain of thought. His tongue probed hers, containing the potency of the Italian wine they’d shared, the effect just as lethal against her defenses.
She didn’t notice the cold air around them, because Quinn was so warm. She wound her arms around his neck, thrusting her fingers into his silky black hair as he pulled her closer against his lean, hard frame. His kisswas unrelenting, hot and primitive as his tongue thrust deep, mimicking exactly what he wanted to do.
When he finally lifted his head, she leaned weakly against him, trying to catch her breath. Dear heaven, how could she have let this happen? In the middle of the parking lot, no less?
“I think you’re lying to yourself, quierda ,” he whispered in her ear. “An affair is exactly what you need. What we both need. Think about it.”
She couldn’t answer, had to concentrate enough on maintaining her balance as he stepped away, his hands sliding down her arms, as if he couldn’t bear to let her go. She wanted to tell him to go soak his head, but the words were stuck in her throat, congealed by the heat they’d generated. Maybe she needed to stick her head in the nearest snowbank.
Think about it? Thanks to him she doubted she’d be able to think of anything else.
He opened the passenger door and the heated interior reminded her that it was cold. Too cold to stand around contemplating Quinn’s kiss.
In silence, Quinn drove her home. She knew she should say something, anything, but her mind refused to function. Quinn didn’t seem particularly talkative either.
When they arrived at her house, she wasn’t sure if she was glad or disappointed when he left the engine running as he climbed from the driver’s seat to walk her to the door.
“Goodnight, Quinn,” she managed as he stood, looking down at her.
“Goodnight, Leila. I’ll be waiting to hear from you.”He brushed his mouth against hers in a brief kiss, as if to remind her of what she was missing, before he turned and walked back to his car.
Leila fumbled a bit with the key before she managed to get inside her house, closing the door behind her.
She leaned back against the door, listening as Quinn’s car backed out of her driveway.
Waiting? For her?
As much as she’d wanted to tartly inform him that he’d be waiting until his hair turned gray and Danny was old enough to attend college, she was very much afraid he was right.
She wanted him. More than she’d ever wanted any other man. Even
“Would you care for dessert this evening?” the waiter asked, once he’d cleared away their empty dinner plates.
“No, thank you, I couldn’t possibly eat another bite,” she said with a satisfied smile.
“Coffee?” Quinn asked.
“Not for me. I’d like to sleep through the nighttonight, after being up most of the weekend,” Leila said with a wry grin. “But help yourself.”
“I’d better not. Danny likes to be up early.” Quinn glanced at the waiter. “I’ll take the check, please.”
The waiter slipped the bill to him as he finished clearing away their empty wineglasses. Leila wished she could pay for her part of the meal, but suspected Quinn would take offense. Since he’d dropped the heavy seduction act, she decided this was not the time to risk their fragile truce.
Once he’d finished paying for the meal, she stood. Quinn took her arm, leading her back through the crowded restaurant to the coat check. When they stepped outside, he clicked a button on his key fob, remotely starting his car.
“Wow, I need one of those,” she murmured.
He chuckled beside her as she gingerly made her way across the slick parking lot. Just as they reached his car, she slipped on an icy patch of snow. With quick reflexes, his arm tightened around her.
“I’m fine,” she started to say, but her sentence was cut short when Quinn caught her close and covered her mouth with his.
She put her hand up to push him away, but the heat of his mouth robbed her brain of thought. His tongue probed hers, containing the potency of the Italian wine they’d shared, the effect just as lethal against her defenses.
She didn’t notice the cold air around them, because Quinn was so warm. She wound her arms around his neck, thrusting her fingers into his silky black hair as he pulled her closer against his lean, hard frame. His kisswas unrelenting, hot and primitive as his tongue thrust deep, mimicking exactly what he wanted to do.
When he finally lifted his head, she leaned weakly against him, trying to catch her breath. Dear heaven, how could she have let this happen? In the middle of the parking lot, no less?
“I think you’re lying to yourself, quierda ,” he whispered in her ear. “An affair is exactly what you need. What we both need. Think about it.”
She couldn’t answer, had to concentrate enough on maintaining her balance as he stepped away, his hands sliding down her arms, as if he couldn’t bear to let her go. She wanted to tell him to go soak his head, but the words were stuck in her throat, congealed by the heat they’d generated. Maybe she needed to stick her head in the nearest snowbank.
Think about it? Thanks to him she doubted she’d be able to think of anything else.
He opened the passenger door and the heated interior reminded her that it was cold. Too cold to stand around contemplating Quinn’s kiss.
In silence, Quinn drove her home. She knew she should say something, anything, but her mind refused to function. Quinn didn’t seem particularly talkative either.
When they arrived at her house, she wasn’t sure if she was glad or disappointed when he left the engine running as he climbed from the driver’s seat to walk her to the door.
“Goodnight, Quinn,” she managed as he stood, looking down at her.
“Goodnight, Leila. I’ll be waiting to hear from you.”He brushed his mouth against hers in a brief kiss, as if to remind her of what she was missing, before he turned and walked back to his car.
Leila fumbled a bit with the key before she managed to get inside her house, closing the door behind her.
She leaned back against the door, listening as Quinn’s car backed out of her driveway.
Waiting? For her?
As much as she’d wanted to tartly inform him that he’d be waiting until his hair turned gray and Danny was old enough to attend college, she was very much afraid he was right.
She wanted him. More than she’d ever wanted any other man. Even
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