“Hey, I’m cultured.” I puff out my chest.
“Oh, I didn’t doubt it for a minute. Here.” She wiggles her hands.
“What?”
“I’m getting the gifts. You got the dinner, so it makes us even.”
“No. I can buy my own.”
“I know you can. But I want to do something.”
“You had dinner with me.”
“That doesn’t count.” She narrows her gaze. “Let me do this.”
“Why?” I ask, curious about her persistence.
“’Cause I don’t like to owe anyone.”
Her eyes flicker with pain. Someone dicked her over. “Good thing you don’t.” I refuse to let the ghost of anyone else intrude on what we have going. “My gifts will never come with a string attached. Relax and let me woo you, sassy.”
Her lips quirk upward. “Woo?”
“Yeah, can’t a man woo a woman anymore?”
“I’m shocked you even know that word,” she drawls.
“You’re going to have to learn to stop underestimating me, sassy.”
“I am, believe me.”
“IS THIS WHERE I WALK you up to your door?”
I cut the engine and unbuckle my seatbelt.
“No, this is where we end our night with a kiss.” I pop her buckle and pull her to my side. She meets me halfway, and I sample the taste of decadent chocolate and Quinn. She moans and I dart into her mouth, taking control as I cup the back of her neck. Her breasts press into my chest, and her arms wrap around my neck. I nip her bottom lip, and she gasps, arching into me. She’s glowing in the moonlight streaming into the cab. I suck in air as we rest our foreheads against one another.
“I should go,” she whispers.
“Yes, you should.” We said we’d take things slow, but all I can think about right now is her legs wrapped around my waist while she rides me. “You’re a temptation I’m having a hard time resisting.”
“You say the sweetest things, Ollie,” she says breathlessly as we untangle our limbs and exit the truck.
I walk her to her car and brush her lips briefly with my own. “If anything happens, whether it’s valid or not, I want you to call me, okay?”
She glances down.
I tip up her chin. “Quinn, I’m serious.”
“Yeah, I know you are.”
“We’re in this thing together, sassy.” I run my knuckles down the side of her face, and she leans into my hand.
“Yes, we are.”
After a second, I step back and open the door as she climbs in and places her bags on the passenger seat.
Chapter Six