do I get another kiss?”
“Baby, you don’t have to move a muscle.” He pulled her into another kiss, and the truck behind them honked. Quincy tore his mouth away and glared over the seat, meeting the amused eyes of Truman and Gemma.
AFTER SHARING SEVERAL spine-tingling kisses on the library steps, forgetting to take a picture, and cracking up about it as they drove back to do it again, they made their way down the list, taking pictures of a man walking a dog, graffiti on a brick wall, and about a dozen other things. They took selfies together, kissing and making silly faces. Quincy had never had so much fun.
When they stopped at the park to go down the slide, he climbed up the ladder behind Roni and smacked her butt. She squealed, scrambling to the landing. He caught her around her waist, crushing her to him, and captured her laughing lips with his.
“That’s not keeping your hands to yourself,” she teased, though her eyes told him she loved every second of it as much as he did.
“Maybe we can renegotiate. Just for this.” He pressed his lips to her and grabbed her ass with both hands. “It’s torture looking at your gorgeous body and not being able to touch you. I won’t try to cop a feel anywhere else.”
She laughed and touched her forehead to his chest.
He moved his hands to her waist and said, “Sorry. Too soon?”
She shook her head and pushed his hands back down to her butt. “But fair is fair.”
She grabbed hold of his ass, and his body electrified. A groan climbed up his throat, and he lowered his mouth to hers again, taking her in a long, passionate kiss. She pressed harder against his ass, and within seconds they were kissing feverishly, their hips grinding. Was this the same woman who blushed at a public kiss? When their lips finally parted, his body was vibrating from head to toe, but it was the dizzying sense of completeness that had Quincy in a fog.
“Jesus, Roni. What have you done to me? I’ve never felt like this.”
“Neither have I.” She went up on her toes, and he met her halfway in another life-altering kiss. “Wow,” she whispered. “We’d better…”
“Right.” He sank down to the top of the slide, pulling her onto his lap. Holy fuck. He was hard, and she was soft and perfect. She was going to be the death of him.
He couldn’t resist cradling her jaw and taking her in another scorching kiss.
Sometime later, ten minutes or maybe thirty—he had no idea which—Roni’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes lustful and beautiful, they took a selfie, kissed as they took another, and finally made their way down the slide, taking more pictures as they went. Then they headed back to the truck to knock more items off their list.
Starting with another kiss.
THE SUN WAS setting when Roni asked Quincy to pull into the pharmacy parking lot.
“What are we getting here?” he asked.
“You’ll see. But we have to be fast. We only have twenty minutes to get back to the bar.”
They hurried into the pharmacy, and he followed her down the aisles. She grabbed a hair removal kit.
“I’m totally cool with bikini waxes,” Quincy said. “But you don’t need to do that now.”
She made a tsk sound and playfully smacked his stomach, heading up to the register. “It’s not for me. It’s on our list.”
“Is there another list I don’t know about?” he asked as he paid for the wax. “Does it involve silk ties? Because I could totally be down for that.”
She rolled her eyes as they headed back outside.
“How about whipped cream? Is that on this new list?” he asked. “Because that’d be cool, too.”
“Maybe Dixie can add that next year.” She stopped beside the truck and said, “I need you to take your shirt off.”
“Are we getting naked in the parking lot?”
“We have to wax a body part. It’s worth one hundred points and could make us the winners.” She waved to his shirt. “Take it off.”
“Hell no. I’ve seen that movie The 40-Year-Old Virgin. I know what wax does to a dude’s chest.”
“Fine.” She lifted the hem of his T-shirt and peeked under it. “There’s not enough hair on your stomach.” She dropped to one knee.
“Uh, babe. I can’t touch you, but you’re allowed to go down on me in a public parking lot? Okay.” He reached for the button on his jeans.
“No I’m not!” She laughed, turning bright red, and began