CHAPTER 297

Dragging openmouthed kisses to his ear, she whispered, “Help me slide these down so I can touch you bare.”

Immediately, Quinn gripped the back of the seat with his right hand and lifted his hips.

Libby hooked her fingers in the waistband and pulled the sweatpants down to his knees. She curled her hand around the girth of his cock and squeezed.

He hissed. Loudly.

Hmmm. What other noises could she elicit from her normally silent cowboy?

Still kissing his neck, she played with his cock. Feathering touches from tip to root, circling her thumb through the pre-come to tease the sweet spot below the head.

After giving his jawline one last nip, she lowered her face into his lap and replaced her hand with her mouth.

“Sweet Jesus, woman, what are you doin’?”

Libby scooted back slightly for a better angle and cranked her head around. “If you don’t know I must be doing it wrong. You want me to stop?”

“No!”

“Thought you might say that.”

“It’s just, I never thought you’d…” He looked down at her. “Y