The ride to the store was tense.
Or maybe that was just me, considering, the image of this morning was burned so deeply into the back of my eyes, I couldn't unsee it.
Somehow, one action had changed my perception of Quinlan drastically. Every time I looked in his direction, I couldn't help but notice things I didn't before.
Like the warm masculine scent of him filling his black Porsche. Sandalwood, clean skin and a certain danger that made my pulse drift between my legs. I tried to ignore the way it overtook my senses until burying my face in his neck was all I could think about.
Like I couldn't stop thinking about his fingers in her hair, and the spill running down her breasts…
My cheeks were in a permanent state of red. I had never been the kind of person who knew how to keep her emotions away from her face.
So, I resolved not to look at Quinlan ever again.
