Oops. She was onto me.
She stomped around the vehicle to block me from entering the bunkhouse. “There is no meeting, is there?”
Fuck, she was beautiful when she was riled. At first, it was one of the reasons I liked to push her buttons. Then she became angry at me in general. So she was always fucking pretty.
I leaned a hand against the building. “Not officially, but we need to get a good night’s sleep for the mission.” I gave her a signature Kennedy wink.
“Are you freakingkiddingme?”
Oh damn. My dick was leaking pre-cum at the sight of her all riled.
She thumped the center of my chest with an open hand. “You just interrupted my date for absolutely no reason other than to screw with me? You used work to get your way.Unbelievable.”
I gave her my most charming grin. “Sorry, sweets. I just couldn’t take it.”
“Couldn’t take it?” she sputtered. “Couldn’t take what? Watching a woman have casual sex the way you men do?”
I didn’t know why, but everything about that question hit me the wrong way. I advanced on her, but she held her ground. “If all you wanted was casual sex, you could’ve had it with me. You didn’t even have to head into town. Or put on a fucking dress.” I put my hands on my hips and met her glare with a challenging gaze. “A dozen times over I could have had you forgetting your name. You know I give it good.”
It stayed light late in Montana in the summer, and there was enough twilight left to see the flush of color that stained her cheeks. I also noted the peaks of her hardened nipples showing through the thin sundress.
She wasn’t completely immune to my charms, as much as she’d have me believe.
“So that’s what this is about?” She mimicked my stance, with her hands on her hips, her cowgirl boots spread wide. “You dragged me home, so I’d hit it with you instead of Lee?”
I tipped my head to the side and gave her my slow, spreading smile. “Did it work?”
She stomped her foot. “No, it didnotwork. In fact, I’m going back there. No,”–she fished her phone out of her purse– “I’m calling Lee and have him come here. You can listen to the two of us–”
“The hell you are!” I didn’t know what overcame me, but I snatched the phone from her hand and threw it as far as I could. So far into the growing darkness, I didn’t even hear it land.
Quincy stared at me, mouth open, eyes wide with outrage, and then she sprang into action. I thought I was going to have to race her to the phone, but she didn’t go for it.
No, she came after me.
Quincy shoved me with both hands.
With our difference in weight, there was no way she could knock me back, but she tried a couple more times before our bodies stayed together, hands tangling in each other’s clothing, lips devouring each other’s mouths.
I reached beneath that short sundress to squeeze and knead her ass with one hand as I walked her backward into the bunkhouse. She bit my lip–hard–her kisses angry and frantic.
“I hate you,” she snarled then kissed me, her tongue plunging into my mouth.
Two more steps and I had her straddling my waist taking a swift ride straight to my room. I’d talked Ford into outfitting each one with a queen bed–thank fuck–instead of the usual standard military issue single cots, and I lowered her to the center of mine. She had my shirt up to my armpits already, so I reached behind my back and yanked it over my head while she kicked off her cowgirl boots. They thudded to the floor.
“Fuck, I love it when you hate me,” I muttered as I settled between her legs, wasting no time in yanking her panties off, so I could taste her.
She gasped and pounded her fist on my shoulder when I began, making me lift my head to make sure I hadn’t fucked something up. I had her taste on my tongue, and my dick was weeping to get in her. I was pretty sure those kisses meant consent, but I wasn’t going to take it for granted.
There was hate, and then there washate.One fueled this chemistry between us. The other I’d never do.
“Why’d you stop?”
“You punched me.”
“Don’t stop.” Her brows were down, mouth open, eyes wild. She shoved my head back down. “Get back to it, sailor. This is what you wanted.”
In the back of my head, I heard my more reasonable side urging me to slow down. To make sure this was, deep down, really what she wanted. But living with Quincy this last month had been too much of a torture. I’d been dying to eat her glorious pussy and make her scream again. Now I finally had my chance.