When their lips parted, she sighed longingly and said, “If I jump out and take another picture, 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.