Quinn tangled her hands in Dallas’ thick hair and kissed
her like she wasn’t going to get another chance. Knowing that
Dallas was leaving soon to go back to Tampa, Quinn knew
she’d have another chance, but she didn’t know how long it
would be. She kissed Dallas to make up for the time and miles
that were going to come between them very shortly.
Quinn wasn’t usually the bold one. She didn’t usually go
on top. She didn’t take the lead or make demands or even say
what she wanted very often. She tried to be assertive in other
ways, gently guided or making small sounds of pleasure, but
this time, she wanted Dallas too badly to worry about being
shy.
While she was kissing Dallas, Quinn’s hands shoved up
Dallas’ dress, baring a set of black lace panties. She broke the
kiss, laughing softly. “I’m assuming this was all you had clean
as well?”
Dallas flushed. “Actually, they were. They’re about as
uncomfortable as this dress, so I hardly ever wear them.”
“Well,” Quinn said, ducking down and shoving her
abandoned barstool out of the way. “I’m glad that you did.”
She gripped Dallas’ legs and gently guided them apart.
Dallas groaned and leaned back until she hit the counter
with her shoulders. Quinn felt a rush of desire at having Dallas
this way before her. She ran her hands up Dallas’ smooth legs,
but stopped at the top of her thighs. She used her index finger
to draw circles there. Dallas made a throaty sound which
caused Quinn to throb painfully between her legs. She was so
turned on at watching Dallas with her eyes closed, straining
for her touch, that she was throbbing in other spots too. Her