God, he wanted to kiss this woman. “I could tell you that, but I’d rather you hand me one of those shots. If we’re going to get through thirty-nine, it’s going to take a while.”
Fortunately, that distracted her from the topic of age. As far as he was concerned, she was as sexy as she’d been two minutes ago before he knew how old she was. Age was just a number, and not one he’d ever been particularly concerned about.
“You like tequila?”
“I like drinking tequila with beautiful women who are drinking tequila.”
She narrowed those brown eyes at him like she was trying to figure out his endgame. “I don’t need you to feel sorry for me, B–A–B–Y, Baby.”
He ignored that statement and picked up a shot and tossed it back, gritting his teeth at the bite. “Jesus. What kind of well-brand-shit tequila is that?”
“I don’t know. I just told the bartender I wanted thirty-nine shots of tequila. He said to start with five, and we could go from there.”
Baby smiled. Josh was a good man. “Next time you plan to go on a tequila bender, order Patron or something that doesn’t burn your esophagus all the way out.”
She nodded, looking like she was mentally filing that away for future usage. She was also leaning a little bit to the side. Time to try to ease her away from the shots and closer to the Palomas, or better still, the water.
“So.” He slid the larger glasses toward her. “You didn’t make it out to dinner?”
She shook her head slowly. “No. I didn’t want to eat by myself, so I came here.”
Tequila on an empty stomach. That wasn’t the best.
“Why don’t you drink a little water, then you can eat some cupcake.”
She took a sip. “You don’t think cupcakes are immature?”
She looked so serious when she asked the question, but he still couldn’t help but throw his head back and laugh. “What kind of moron thinks cupcakes are immature? Cupcakes are proof that God really loves us.”
She studied him for a minute, her head tilted to the side before a smile lit up her entire face.
God damn. It was nothing short of breathtaking. He wanted to make it his life’s mission to put that smile on her face as often as possible.
He realized she really had expected him to mock her for wanting to eat a cupcake on her birthday. That was ridiculous.
“What are you waiting for, birthday girl? Open that sucker up.” He pointed at the box.
She slid her nail under the Fancy Pants sticker on the box and slid it open. She pulled out a cupcake piled high with light pink frosting and dark pink sprinkles, glancing at him apologetically. “It’s pink...”
He winked at her. “Perfect. It matches the Palomas.”
She set the cupcake down on a napkin. “I don’t have a fork.”
“A fork?” He rolled his eyes. “Woman, give me the cupcake.”
He grabbed it and peeled the wrapper. The cake part was chocolate, and the light pink icing looked doubly delectable against the darker base.
He held up the cupcake in front of her mouth. “You don’t need a fork, just jump right in.”
He wasn’t sure she would bite it, and he told himself he’d get her a fork if she really wanted one. Even tipsy, he’d never met someone more likely to eat a cupcake with a fork than Quinn.
But he was caught off guard when she grabbed his wrist to hold his hand steady and took a mouthful of the treat.
Hell if that wasn’t the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He was way more aroused than he should be.
The look of utter joy that fell over her features as she leaned back from his outstretched hand—lips, chin, and the tip of her nose now sporting pink frosting—didn’t dampen his arousal.
Her eyes closed in bliss and her tongue darted out to capture whatever she’d missed and drag it into her mouth. He was pretty sure he was going to have the imprint of his zipper on his dick for a week.
Jesus. Thirty-nine had never ever looked so good.
“Taste good?” The words came out so strangled, he had to clear his throat and start again. “Looks like cupcakes work fine with tequila after all.”
Her brown eyes opened but still had a dreamy quality to them. She stuck her face forward again toward the cupcake and took another bite. “I love cupcakes. I used to bake them all the time as a kid. I’d forgotten how