He rips off his shirt and tosses it onto the floor, exposing his toned, bare chest. It’s enough to make any woman smile, and I’m no exception.
“Okay, you win. I’m smiling.”
“Good.” He reaches for his shirt.
“What are you doing?”
With a wicked smile on his handsome face, he covers my body with his.
“Got ya.”
I giggle and squirm beneath him as he peppers my neck with kisses.
“You are nothing but trouble, you know that?”
Rolling us over so I’m on top, straddling him, Hunter laughs.
“I’m trouble?”
A visceral reaction has me grinding against the strained mound in his jeans, the erection begging to be inside me.
“We’re never getting out of here, are we?” he asks.
I toss my head back in laughter. “Not until you make me happy.”
Hunter flips me off him. “I accept your challenge and promise you two orgasms.”
“Just two?”
“We have things to do. Two will have to suffice.” He pauses. “For now.”
CHAPTER3
HUNTER
After ensuring Quinn was in a good mood, we quickly dressed and got ready for the day. First stop, Quinn’s favorite coffee shop for some caffeine.
Holding the steaming cup of coffee between her hands, Quinn takes a sip of coffee. She emits a satisfied sigh that has me wanting to take her back home and have a repeat of what we just did.
“So, what’s on the agenda?”
“For starters, we need a tree. Can’t celebrate Christmas without a tree.”
“We could just not celebrate Christmas.”
“Not happening. After the tree, we should probably get some decorations. Food, too.”
“Neither of us cooks,” she reminds me.
“Doesn’t mean we can’t. How hard can it be?”
“You and your never-ending optimism. Have you never heard people complaining about cooking holiday dinners and what a pain it is?”
“First of all, you love how positive and optimistic I am. Second, they’re cooking for the masses. We just need enough for us.”
“Love is a strong word for how I feel, especially today. And cooking for you is like cooking for the masses.”
I’m a six-foot-four football player. Of course, I like to eat. And yeah, it takes a lot to fill me up.