“You. Spanking me like that.”
“I can’t be the first guy to do it. You’re terribly naughty.”
“You are the first, actually.”
He propped himself up on his hands and looked down at me. How the fuck was his hair still perfect? “Really?”
“Really.” My heartbeat, which had been in the process of slowing down, suddenly began to gallop again when I looked up at his face.
To be honest, I wasn’t entirely comfortable with it.
“Let me up. I can’t breathe,” I said, wriggling beneath him.
“Sorry.” He pulled out carefully and stood up. “I’ll be right back.”
While he was in the bathroom, I rolled off the bed, scooped up my clothes from the floor, and headed to the other bathroom. After cleaning up a little, I got dressed and congratulated myself on a job well done. The snooping mission had been a bit of a debacle, but since the big picture goal had always been to get him in bed, this felt like a victory to me.
A sweet, sticky victory.
Smiling, I went back into the bedroom, where Quinn was pulling his shirt over his head. At the sight of his bare stomach and chest, my stomach did this little fliparoo thing that annoyed me. I need to get the hell out of here.
Except wait…hadn’t I promised him some sort of date or something? He hadn’t meant tonight, had he? Crap. I didn’t want to go anywhere with him tonight. Besides, the weather was awful.
“Look at all that snow,” I said purposefully. Quinn had opened the blinds and although it was five o’clock and getting dark, I could see it coming down like mad. I walked over to the window and looked out over white-blanketed rooftops. “It’s like a blizzard!”
“It is.” Quinn came up behind me and nudged me in the back. “You better stay here tonight. The roads will be bad.”
I smirked at him over my shoulder. “I live upstairs, remember?”
“Oh yeah.”
I faced him. “Plus I don’t do sleepovers. It’s a rule.”
His eyebrows went up. “There are rules?”
“Yes. But I agree the roads will be bad. Was your class canceled tonight or something?”
He grinned. “You know my schedule?”
“No.” My cheeks started to tingle, which meant they were getting red. “Not your whole schedule.” I moved around him, heading for the door. “I’m just very observant, and I’ve noticed when you come and go. I assumed it was a class.”
He followed me out of his room. “Aha. Well, anyway, yes, it was canceled, so I’m in for the night. What about you? Did you take the day off?”
“Yes.”
“And did you have any plans besides observing me in my natural habitat from your hidey hole in my closet?”
We’d reached the living room, and I whirled around to face him, hands on my hips. “For the last time, I wasn’t spying!”
“OK, OK.” He held up his hands in surrender. “Relax. I forgot???you were just curious.”
“Exactly.”
“So has your curiosity been satisfied, or would you like to know if I’m a good cook? I was thinking of making a pizza. Want to stay for dinner?”
I’d been planning on going up to my apartment—I wasn’t one to linger after sex, unless a repeat performance was on the immediate horizon—but pizza sounded pretty good. Quickly I weighed my love for good pizza against my dislike for post-sex chatter. At that moment, my stomach growled, making the decision slightly easier. “OK. I’ll stay for pizza.” For pizza, not for you, get it?
He smiled. “Good. We can talk about our dates.”