The Mighty Quinns: Eli

He smiled and swallowed. “Maybe I am hungry.”

Lucy pushed away from the table and took the chair next to him, then handed him her fork. As he ate, she scooped up some syrup with her finger and licked it off with her tongue.

Eli stopped chewing, stunned at the erotic undertones of her action. He didn’t believe she’d done it deliberately, but being so close to her was having a powerful effect on his body. She did it again and he reached out and gently grabbed her wrist.

“Stop doing that.”

Lucy frowned. “Why?”

“Just stop.”

Tipping her chin up, she scooped up more of the syrup and licked her finger again, then slowly realized why he’d stopped her. “Oh,” she murmured.

“You do it again, I may have to kiss you.”

She grinned, then wiped her finger on the plate one last time. But she didn’t put her finger in her mouth. Instead, she wiped the syrup on her bottom lip. Leaning across the table, she smiled at him in a silent invitation.

Groaning, he put down his fork and accepted her challenge, kissing her softly, lingering over her mouth.

He slowly stood and pulled her to her feet, then smoothed his hands over her waist. Pressing her back against the edge of the table, he deepened the kiss, his tongue invading the sweet warmth of her mouth.

Lucy reached back and brushed her plate aside and it clattered to the floor. Riley ran over and gobbled down the pancakes.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you more,” he murmured, and bent to take her lips again.

* * *

LUCY WAS BREATHLESS, her thoughts spinning inside her head, making her dizzy with desire. She wasn’t sure whether to stop him, or to grab his broad, naked shoulders and pull him down onto the table. This was supposed to be wrong but it felt so wonderful that she didn’t want him to stop.

His chest was smooth and rippled with muscles and her fingers danced over the tanned skin, the nerves alive with excitement. He was so strong and sure of himself that she hadn’t thought to deny him—or herself. But as they arched against each other, Lucy realized where they were heading.

She’d invested so much in this cabin experience and it was meant to be about solitude and introspection. Now, she was putting the entire project at risk. How was she supposed to spend the next month focused on the tasks at hand when all she wanted to do was seduce Eli Montgomery?