Page 17 of Dream Lover
Downing the rest of my coffee, I hoped to get a word in with Drew, but he was already halfway out of the restaurant by the time I managed to set my cup on the table. He avoided my eyes the entire time during breakfast. Probably because he thought I screwed his sister last night. Unfortunately, he was further from the truth. My damn dick felt the pain.
Hell, for all I knew he was pissed at everyone because he didn’t really talk to many people during eating.
“What do you think she meant by that?” Quinn gazed at me perplexed. It was incredibly cute when she made that face. Had been for as long as I could remember.
“Sounds like we’ll be using our mouths.” I grinned, and her cheeks bloomed bright pink. Yeah, she was feeling this too.
“Who knows with her.” Quinn snatched my last piece of bacon, devouring it as she scooted her chair back. “Guess I’d better go freshen up.”
I watched her go, loving the view of her sweet ass in them tight jeans and thinking of so many other ways I could make her blush.
Watching her dance that strip tease she put on for me last night about nearly killed me. With every sway of her hips, my cock grew harder and harder. There had been so many nights I’d dreamed about Quinn, but last night was better than any and every dream I’d ever had. Off the charts hot and sexy.
Quinn was in a league of her own, and I’d known that for years. Last night just put the nails in the coffin so to speak. The urge to take her right there was hard to resist.
It took all my restraint not to claim her body on the spot, hating those assholes Bruce, Joe, and Daniel getting to see her in the sexier than sin black lace. I'd guarantee they were having the same illicit thoughts I was, and I wanted to punch each of them for it. Quinn had no idea how alluring and tempting she truly was, making her all the more beautiful.
By the time we made it to the room I was ready to combust. Everything inside of me told me to take her right then and there, but for some damn reason I held back. Still now, I had no idea why. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her. Maybe it was having any of those fuckers downstairs being part of a moment with us. That sounded twisted even to my own ears.
The cold shower I immediately took to cool my ass down did nothing. Laying next to her, though, I pulled her in my arms as we fell asleep. She never asked me a single thing about it. In fact, she didn’t say anything until this morning, and everything appeared to be the same.
I followed Quinn upstairs to brush my teeth and get ready for this challenge. The only good part about it was my lips on Quinn’s, but being in front of everyone, especially her brother, was starting to piss me off.
I squeezed in next to her at the sink. Her arm brushed against mine subtly, and electricity shot through me at her light touch. Her gorgeous green eyes met mine in the mirror, feeling it too. All I wanted to do was toss her toothbrush out of the way and kiss her breathless. She didn’t give me the opportunity because Quinn rinsed her mouth and left me alone staring at myself in the mirror.
Pull your shit together now.
By the time we both finished getting ready thirty minutes had passed, and it was time to meet everyone. Quinn and I needed to talk about last night—soon.
We made our way down, standing in the lobby.
“Ready for this?” I asked Quinn.
She shrugged. “Sure.”
“Did anyone see Bruce and Laura on your way down?” Our group glanced around the lobby shrugging. “Seriously?” Rebecca griped, pulling her cell phone out, then holding it to her ear. “Where are you? We have a schedule to keep.” Her mouth set tight, and she scowled at us like it was our fault someone got off schedule.
She really was a bitch.
“She probably caught Bruce trying to catch a plane home,” I heard Daniel whisper to Paula with a snicker. Quinn shook her head, but I could see a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. That was a good sign. I wanted her happy.
“Hey, man. Excited for the big day?” I asked, sidling up to Drew while Rebecca talked on the phone.
“Yeah, sure,” Drew muttered. He didn’t look excited or even happy, and I wanted to press him further, but the elevator doors opened, and Bruce and Laura stepped out, preventing me from asking him what was eating him. If it was Quinn and me, he’d need to get over it. If it was Rebecca, I’d get him as drunk as fuck and say good riddance to the bitch.
Rebecca called attention. “Alright, now that you are all accounted for.” She stared down at the late comers. “Today’s challenge requires you to put your best kiss forward. We booked a private session with Madame Bisset who has a retreat that teaches couples the art of kissing. Now, everyone, load up, and I hope you remembered to brush your teeth.” She shot a warning glance toward Quinn that ticked me off. I’d had enough of her bitch act with Quinn. If Drew didn’t get a handle on his woman, I was going to.
The ride to the retreat was only about ten minutes. We arrived and entered a space that was decorated to appear like a tropical oasis. Palm trees, calming blue hues, and coconut scents were everywhere. It didn’t feel like I was at the beach.
In the lobby we were greeted by a woman who appeared to be in her mid to late fifties. There was an air of sophistication that surrounded her. Dressed in a white gown that hung off her shoulders and cinched at the waist, she looked like a goddess with her white hair pinned and braided neatly close to her scalp like a halo.
“This is different.” I leaned down and whispered in Quinn’s ear. She turned, smiling huge up at me. Having to touch her, I pulled her into my body, arm across her chest. She relaxed into me as if it were second nature.
“Welcome to Florentine Kiss. Today I will be teaching you the sensual art of kissing, and before you roll your eyes and think to yourselves that you don’t need help, you’re wrong. Anyone can kiss, it is true, but not everyone can do it right. Please follow me.” She motioned for us to follow her down a corridor.
Lacing my fingers with Quinn’s I held her close to me, filing in with the rest of the group. Her fingers squeezed softly then released. While I wasn’t sure what she was trying to convey, I liked it all the same.
The room we were escorted to had a white plush sectional that took up the longest side. Thick throw pillows of tropical print and lots of candles gave a comfortable homey ambiance. Everyone took their seats next to their partner.
