Mile High Weekend (Opposites Attract Book 1) by Melinda Di Lorenzo Read Free Book Online

step out of the stall, making sure he was visible up the aisle, and placed a hand on Ginnie’s waist possessively.  He bent to her ear.
    “Giggle,” he ordered.
    “What?”
    She tried to pull away and he held on tightly.
    “A little laugh,” he said.
    “I can’t giggle on command!”
    “Are you ticklish?”
    He didn’t wait for her to answer.  He yanked the bottom of her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt, slipped his finger under blouse, and poked her ribs.
    “Oh!”
    Her exclamation was loud enough that several people looked their way.  The asshole was definitely paying attention too.  Quinn could feel the burn of his gaze.
    Good.
    He dragged Ginnie into the bathroom and reached around her to close the door.  Then he locked it firmly and stared down at her.
    “Well,” he conceded. “That wasn’t a traditional giggle. But I guess it did the trick.”
    She gazed up at him, her eyes unblinking, her pretty mouth pursed thoughtfully.  Quinn’s memory stuck on the softness of those lips and how they felt against his.  How they resisted for just a breath, then succumbed.  Then became a willing accomplice.
    He wanted it again, but he didn’t dare take it.  He might not be able to control himself if he did.  He focused on the puzzled look on her face instead.
    “What’s wrong?” Quinn’s voice was husky.
    “Nothing. I’m just trying to figure out if you’re a good guy, or a bad guy.”
    Quinn chuckled. “Is there no gray area?”
    Ginnie shook her head, gold ponytail bouncing. “Not in my world.”
    “That must make your world a tough place to be.”
    “Not at all. It’s easy.”
    “So…What…You put everyone and everything into their little boxes and that’s that? Then they stay there, just waiting for you to unwrap them?” he teased.
    “In a far less sarcastic, clinical-sounding way, yes. I like to know where I stand.”
    “In relation to what?”
    “Everything.”
    “Sounds…confining.”
    A little smile curved her lips sexily.  Quinn’s heart thumped with a desire to run his tongue along that curve.  Her next question didn’t help matters either.
    “More confining than being trapped in an airplane bathroom with a strange man?” she asked.
    “Am I strange?” he countered.
    “You’d prefer another adjective? How about…unusual. Unpredictable. Unexpected.”
    He grinned crookedly, enjoying the word play. “That’s a lot of ‘uns’.”
    A strand of hair snuck out of her elastic and dangled over her cheek.  Ginnie reached up to brush it away, but Quinn beat her to it.  He tucked it gently behind her ear. 
    What he really wanted to do, though, was pull it all out and see it tumble down her shoulders.  Thread his fingers through it, pull it back and sink his teeth into her throat. 
    As he pictured it, his tongue darted out to tap his lip ring, and he heard the little catch in her breath as her eyes focused on his mouth.  Her eyelids fluttered, almost to a close, and Quinn had a funny feeling she was picturing it too.
    He couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if he actually did it.  If he closed the miniscule space between them and did what every part of him was longing to do.
    Knock it off, he told his libido irritably.
    Out loud he asked, “Should we get down to business?”
    Her eyes moved away from his lips with visible reluctance and sought his gaze again. “Business?”
    He raised an eyebrow. “The fake sex business.”
    “R-r-right,” she stammered, then recovered quickly, and asked in a serious – very down-to-business – voice. “Should we just wait for a few minutes? Maybe ten?”
    “Ten minutes? That’s pretty damned insulting.”
    “Sorry. But, I mean – shouldn’t it be a quickie? It’s a bathroom stall, right?”
    “There’s a quickie…And then there’s a waste of time. Besides which, we’re going to put on a show.”
    “No can see us,” she reminded him.
    “Nope,” he agreed. “But they can hear us.”
    “They can