Just Desserts by Tricia Quinnies Page B

that Sadie wouldn’t flinch. “I spoke to your dad. He brought over your favorite dessert.”
    She said nothing.
    “It’s innnthefreeezer ,” he sang to coax her back from the Eighties U2 concert.
    Sadie crawled off the chair and lay on the plush red-carpeted floor and covered her eyes with her forearm. Scooting her butt, she placed the hem of his T-shirt around her thighs. Her copper hair tumbled over her shoulders. Mesmerized by the feline-like grace of her lithe body, Sadie was lean and muscular, but her sadness sucked the breath out from his gut.
    He stretched beside her, propping his head on his elbow. “Your dad said you’re free to go back to Chicago anytime. I’d be glad to take you on Friday.” He tenderly pried her arm off her eyes, wanting to see them. They’d become his base camp.
    She didn’t let him budge her arm and kept her eyes shut tight. “Yeah? What if I don’t want to go? Pop’s kicking me out of her diner. You’re taking over her dream. Where am I supposed to go…to be with her?” She let out a painful sob, and started shaking so hard that Quinn lay on top of her like he had to keep her warm, to prevent her from freezing to death. He lightly rubbed her tendered arms, desperate to dig her out and bring her back from the cold.
    “Ssh Sadie.” He breathed in her ear.
    “She fucking died on me! How could she leave me?”
    “She didn’t mean to. And I’m sure she didn’t want to.”
    Quinn clung to her.
    They listened to Bono pleading, Let it go, to his Dublin disciples. When the fans roared at the song’s climax, she roused under him, draped her arm over his shoulder, and opened her eyes.
    Quinn let her eyes swallow him up.
    “You’re sweet.” She sighed.
    “Um, so my bad ass isn’t working for you? Damn, I tried hard.” His jeans rubbing against her bare sun-abused skin worried him so he slid off and onto her side.
    “Where are you going?”
    He buried his head in her hair. “Don’t want to crush you.”
    “Come back. I need you to anchor me so I can float.”
    He nuzzled the soft spot right above her collarbone and kissed her neck. “Are you saying I float your boat, sweetheart?” He laughed, sidling back on top of her. “Just trying to speak your language!”
    “You’re incorrigible.” She swatted his butt and swiftly wrestled then pinned him on his back. Straddling over him, she locked his arms above his head. “Gotcha,” she laughed.
    “No shit.” Dazed at her stealth maneuver, Quinn was incredibly turned on. Above him, Sadie’s jade eyes sparkled mischievously and her mane of ginger hair tickled his face. She scooted up onto his belly. Only then did he realize that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He groaned.
    She wiggled her hips slowly around his waist and kept his arms locked above his head. He grew hard underneath her butt cheeks. He relaxed and his arms flexed as she glided her smooth creamy pussy back and forth over his stomach. Then she kissed him just below his bellybutton. He growled out.
    Sadie let his arms loose and stripped off her T-shirt. He gazed up and never let his eyes leave hers. Combing her fingers through his damp hair, she lay down on top him. He stroked the length of her back and tickled her behind. She whooshed in his ear.
    He gently rolled her off of him and onto her back and hurriedly rid himself of his damned clothing. He wanted every part of Sadie’s smooth skin molding to his. He yanked off his T-shirt and began unbuttoning his fly.
    She sat up and clasped his hand. “Let me.”
    Sadie knelt before him and kissed his stomach and traveled south with her lips. She unzipped his jeans, then slid her hands around his hips and tugged his briefs down and over his hard-on. He steadied himself by nesting his hands in her hair. “Sadie.”
    “Quinn, I’m really hungry for dessert.” She grasped his butt and kissed and flicked her tongue about every edge of his tip. He swayed and groaned as she guided him down onto his back. Sadie