"Exactly. I'm dressed as if I've been hanging out in my parents’ basement. Oh, wait, that's exactly what I've been doing."
"We can fix that," I said. "May I?"
She held her hands up, her beer in one. "Be my guest."
I dug both hands into her chestnut hair. It was just as thick and soft as I always imagined. I rubbed my fingers along her scalp and avoided her eyes. "Didn't your sister teach you the trick for fuller and perfectly mussed hair?"
Quinn slapped my hands away. "Alright, fine." She fluffed her roots up then combed her fingers through the shiny waves.
"Now unbutton the bottom buttons, tie them in a bow," I said, eyeing her light blue shirt. "And take my belt. Cinch it tight around that tight little waist."
Quinn giggled and stood up to follow my directions. A glimpse of her flat stomach had me reeling harder than the shots. "How's this?"
I reached up. "Just a few more buttons to undo here." I slowly undid two buttons to reveal the smooth, perfect tops of her breasts.
"Is he looking?" Quinn asked.
"Use both hands to flip your hair and wiggle your hips a little while you do it," I said. My voice was gruff, but she heard me.
Raising her hands up revealed more of her flat stomach and tight waist. More than a few customers appreciated her curves. Then, Quinn shook her hands through her long hair and more heads turned. I sat frozen in the booth. If I stood up, I would take her in my arms and never let go.
"Oh my God, I think it worked. Is he coming over?" Quinn asked. She shifted from foot to foot, letting her hips sway.
"What? Oh, yeah. Looks like he's coming over. Oh, and he is not looking happy," I said.
Quinn's strawberry lips curled. "Good. Now what?"
"You want to make him jealous, right?" I asked, my heart hammering.
"Yes. He deserves it, don't you think?"
"Who the hell cares about him?" I said.
I stood up and slid my hands around Quinn's waist. My fingertips touched bare skin under her light blue shirt. It was like silk, and suddenly, I was on fire. I pulled her hard against me, bending her back as my lips captured hers.
Quinn tasted like heaven – a strawberry kiss with just a hint of intoxication. She breathed in, the shock registering in a soft gasp. The sound ignited me further, and I raised a hand to tangle in the back of her hair. With her head cradled in my hand, I bent her farther back and devoured her sweet lips.
She stumbled back a step and her arms locked around my neck for support. I stood up, bringing her up on her tiptoes and against my body. Quinn fit every contour, yet she was not close enough. I needed more of her along every inch of me.
She leaned into me, her lips parting, and her tongue running along my lower lip. I growled under my breath, losing control. Our tongues tangled, the delicious friction driving me farther from rational thought.
"Quinn? What the hell are you doing?" Trent asked.
I felt him put a hand on my shoulder and try to pry us apart. She broke the kiss, but her chocolate eyes stayed riveted to mine.
"She's doing whatever the hell she wants. What's it to you, Q-Tip?" I asked.
Trent's face turned a ruddy red. "That's my girlfriend," he snarled.
"You've got to be kidding me," Quinn said. She pushed between us and jabbed Trent in the chest. "Don't you remember when I caught you having sex with John and we broke up? It really wasn't that long ago."
The bar crowd was very interested, and suddenly, Trent was getting all the jeers instead of me. He looked shocked, as if he had never been without the support and positive attention of an entire room.
"He cheated on you with another man?" I said at high volume.
Trent stepped back. "Come on, Quinn. We can work this out. I love you."
"Liar," Quinn said. She tossed her hair and my heart soared. "I just texted you with that same exact suggestion and you didn't even stop dancing to respond."